Look at how excited my little polar bear is to be in her car seat. Not. She actually does wonderful on car rides — not surprising, since she seems to love the sensation of moving (ie, it puts her right to sleep). We drove down to my parents’ house in the cities yesterday because I had a doctor’s appointment today, and M has two tomorrow. Mine was halfway between Hinckley and Minneapolis, but I opted to drive down in the falling snow yesterday because I wasn’t sure my driveway would get plowed in time this morning! Living in the country is great 98% of the time, but when you’ve got places to be, having huge drifts of snow covering the first 1/10th of a mile of your trip becomes problematic.
Anyway, we made it down — my first time driving in over six weeks, and the first time I wasn’t able to sit in the back with M. And then we were back in the car this morning to go to my doctor’s appointment. I was very happy to see my midwife again, and for her to see little M, since everything was tense and bummer-y after the birth.
M was being a good sport, so I decided to press my luck and try returning a pair of jeans to the Gap outlet — which doesn’t accept returns from on-line, it turns out. (Also, the Gap and I apparently have very different ideas of what ‘slim through hip and thigh’ means — I was under the assumption that they wouldn’t be really baggy, silly me.) Then I needed to pick up her Prevacid refill at Target, but we stopped first at Embers for lunch.
[Sidenote: Didn't Embers used to be everywhere? I thought they were pretty much on par with Perkins when it came to family breakfast-type food when I was growing up, but now there appears to be only one Embers left. At least it's near where my parents live!]
When Rob’s in town, we go out for lunch/brunch fairly often, but I rarely go by myself. And I had assumed M would have a big cry-fest if I tried to eat at a restaurant. But to my surprise, she did really well! It was time for her to eat — I was initially upset when the hospital insisted we introduce a bottle when M was only a little over a week old, but it’s come in handy for situations where I wouldn’t be comfortable nursing her. So she just drank her bottle and looked adorable the entire time (she spent way more time eating than I did!). One little boy (~five years old) left his table because he was ‘just gonna give the baby a hug’ — he didn’t get very far before getting lassoed back by his mother!
Every day that we do something new feels like a big experiment — the result is whether she sleeps well at night. It seems like better naps = better nights, and she was busy being awake and cute for a big chunk of the middle of the day (but she got a lot of sleep in the car). So we’ll see!