A coworker whom I barely know offered to mail me her favorite sling when I confirmed the rumors about my being knocked up were true. Sweet! Right before we stopped chatting to do work, I warned her I might hit her up for maternity leave advice.
Her reply: I’m still upset I let my husband convince me out of spending my maternity leave in Hawaii. You can be sleep-deprived in cloudy Seattle, or on a beach….
In an unrelated but serendipitous discussion, I remarked to my husband that I’d really like to go to the beach. “When?” he asked. “Well, next year,” I replied. “I can’t use up any leave this year since I need it for maternity leave.”
“We could go during your maternity leave,” he said casually.
My reaction was not unlike when he suggested we hold our wedding reception in the street. In the street? “Well, yea. Our yard is too inclined and the back is too small, but we could block off the street and put tables and a tent and call it a street party – but a wedding one.”
I scoffed. But then…
He is clearly the idea guy; I am the one who figures out how to get it done.
The latest idea: beach vacation during maternity leave. How to get it done? No idea. Traveling with a one-month old is ridiculous. The baby’s sleep schedule will be a mess. My husband is a student – how will he make the time to get away? My family’s schedule is also based on the school system, as is his family’s. How would they get away? And let’s not forget postpartum recovery. Whether we fly or drive, sitting on one’s painful hoo-ha does not sound like a party.
He’ll be born in late July/ early August, the end of the summer season. We have two dogs and three cats to worry about. And have I mentioned the healing hoo-ha and volatility of living with our (first ever) one month old infant?
Are we crazy?
But then, a glimmer of a thought: he’s right, I wouldn’t have to worry about taking extra time off since I’d already not be working. The beach isn’t that far away – an easy flight, longer (but more in control) drive. And the sleep/ feeding schedule of a one-month old is basically a crapshoot anyway. From what I can tell, any form of sleep training shouldn’t begin until around six weeks.
The beach shoulder season is my preferred time to travel anyway. I love September and October. We could take the dogs and if our families can’t get away, so be it. We’re a family. Getting away might be just the thing to get us through the hump of mind-boggling change. And all my worries about our house being “ready for company” and “under control” would go out the window. Kind of.
You can be sleep-deprived in hot hot hot muggy Knoxville, or on a beach….
Yup, definitely crazy. And thinking. At least this crazy idea won’t require a permit from the city.