It is not a coincidence that the timing worked out that he would be around 24x7 while I recovered from a C-Section and cared for a newborn. When I found out I was pregnant last Halloween (jeez... eons ago...), one of the first things I did was insist that L plan his sabbatical for right after the baby came. It was a bit sad, considering his last sabbatical found us lounging on a boat cruise in Sydney Harbor:
Ah, Australia. I'd move there in a heart beat. Less than a heart beat. Good times.
But things have changed in seven years. L had exactly three days of relaxation before Aaron came, and since then it's been work. Lots of it. Gym dates. Swim lessons. Bath time. All the duties of a stay-at-home Dad, with the added bonus of having a wife who couldn't do much to help for the first six weeks and the knowledge that his next 'real' break won't happen for another seven years. Luckily, the bonding time he has had with Anna has been invaluable, and I know he wouldn't have done it another way.
Showing Anna the penguins at the zoo
But this Thursday is looming large, and it's back to reality. L's travel schedule is looking exceptionally brutal this fall, and I'm back to married-single-Mom status. For the last couple of weeks I've tried really hard to take both kids as much as possible, to give L a break as well as make me feel like I can actually do this on a day-to-day basis on my own. I am currently typing this post with washed and straightened hair (win!), however I am also not wearing underwear (fail). So I'd say things are going as well as a woman in her thirties might expect them to.
It's true what they say about all good things. They must come to an end. L and I haven't gotten on each other's nerves one bit in the last ten weeks (okay that is a lie. It just sounds really good to say). But despite that, I've gotten used to having another set of hands around at my beck and call as I figure out the logistics of caring for two.
And all of us will miss having Daddy around all the time.