Going Out

Monday, January 2, 2017

Going out with a new baby is exceedingly complicated, especially if you breastfeed. One of the reasons that formula was so attractive to me at first was the simple fact that anyone can feed your baby, and it doesn't require the extra hassle of pumping. Not to mention that if you do have milk stored up to go out, or your baby is sleeping (or both, let's be real), you still have to deal with the reality of pumping to keep up supply and avoid becoming engorged. Needless to say, it is definitely less complicated to forsake any semblance of a social life without baby than to attempt to make the stars align for a night out. That is why Michael and I hadn't been out together since she was born, but I desperately wanted to meet up with some friends for my birthday, so we enlisted the help of my mom for a brief dinner out with friends, and it was life saving. 

I decided to keep with my tradition from last year and wear an outfit mainly comprised of children's clothing, because let's be real, it's just more fun. Although I definitely had a lady tell me to hurry past her downtown because I was dressed "more skimpy" than she was *add in judgmental laugh*, and another older woman walk past Michael and I and say, "Oh look a baby...but you're just babies yourselves..." I can't with people. I really want to shout, "I'M A COLLEGE GRAD!" But I doubt they'd care. Everyone goes to college nowadays anyways. Debt is just so hip.


Anyways, I digress. Michael and I went out together for the first time in seven months without the baby and it was both weird and necessary. We met up with some friends at the dumb Japanese steakhouse in town. It's one of those ones where they cook the food in front of you and none of it is even remotely Japanese, but they have this sauce (called the yum-yum sauce, lmao) that I couldn't stop thinking about, so there we went. I invited a mediumish group of friends, most of which couldn't come. I was initially pretty bummed about it, but having a smaller group turned out to be exactly what I needed. Instead of having many little surface conversations with lots of people, I got to enjoy in-depth talks with a few close friends, which ended up being a lot more relaxing.

While getting out was super nice, the only reason I felt comfortable doing it was because at that time CJ was still sleeping through the night predictably and I knew my mom would just be at our house to chill while we were gone and Coco wouldn't wake up. Sadly that is no longer the case, and as someone who hates pumping, I'd rather be stuck indoors than build up a pumping routine so I can eventually go out. That being said, I will cherish the time we had with our friends more than ever. I wish I had enjoyed my freedom a bit more when I had it, but I think it's one of those things that you never truly appreciate until it's gone. While I love squishy baby CJ, I think I'll greatly enjoy a time when she isn't breastfeeding and we can go out and about together and all that jazz. (And yes, I know when that time comes I'll be missing the squishy baby phase.)

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