On New Year’s Eve, fairly spur-of-the-moment (although we had been kicking around the idea), hubby and I packed up our 3 1/2yro Boy 1.0 and our nearly 3-week-old Boy 2.0 and headed for a hotel in San Diego. Hubby has been working his butt off every vacation–all last summer, he was working on remodeling the kitchen; almost his entire Thanksgiving break, he was polishing off the nursery; this past winter break, it has all been about adjusting to a newborn and helping take care of him (and me, recovering from the c-section). We’ve had some rough moments that had us questioning the sanity of our choice.
But, we got a very nice room with a view of the harbor, and Boy 1.0 looooves “ho-tay-yulls.” (Dang, can you tell my Appalachian accent has started rubbing off on him?? Oops.) The first night was rough–Boy 1.0 didn’t fall asleep until late, then woke up at 2am. Boy 2.0 wouldn’t sleep in his SnuggleNest, so I pretty much had to just keep him on or next to the boob (which makes me nervous–I’m so afraid of rolling over on him!). It wound up that hubby slept with Boy 1.0 in one bed, and I slept with Boy 2.0 in the other. The following morning, Boy 1.0–over tired and over excited–tested both of us, but we managed to get out to eat for breakfast before heading over to the San Diego Zoo. We’re members, so we went for just an hour–as much as my tired, recovering body could take (actually, it was a bit more that I could take…oops), planning to return later. Boy 2.0 was fine until he got hungry, then I was conspicuously pushing a strolling with a screaming newborn in it. Ugh, that sound is worse than nails on a chalkboard. Everyone was fed and happy once we got back to the hotel, and the three men of my life all passed out cold in the hotel room taking what were long, restful naps. After recharging our batteries, we went back to the zoo for the bus tour, so mommy could rest and not be on her feet and vehicle-obsessed Boy 1.0 could get his car fix. (The whole time we were at the zoo, he kept pointing out the buses, asking when we’re riding the buses, where’d that bus go, when is another bus coming, etc. The animals were merely background scenery inbetween passing buses.)
Last night was a little easier until Boy 2.0 started fussing at 4am, waking up his big brother who then was more or less unable to go back to sleep. We’re all already coffeed up and aim to go to a nearby playground (on the beach, score!) before perhaps one more quick stop at the zoo, or a local kids museum.
We have to wonder how sane we are for attempting this. I mean–a newborn in a hotel? But I figure it’s easier now than in 6 months, and the change of scenery has to count for something…right?? Or…are we indeed out of our minds? Don’t answer that.