Jack tured a month old on Saturday. I know I’m supposed to say, I can’t believe it’s already been a month! The time has just flown by! But you and I both know we don’t play those games around here.
I’ve felt every minute of this past month.
Does that mean every moment has been bad? Absolutely not! Not even close. It simply means that this has been, hands down, the longest month of my life.
Sleep deprivation and crying baby can do that to a person.
To celebrate surviving the first Month of Jack, we thought we’d go to breakfast at our favorite local breakfast diner. We’ve been going there most weekends for the past two years, and as you’d expect, we’ve become ‘regulars’ (totally a Bucket List item for us) and we were excited for our favorite waitress to meet Jack.
Surprisingly, we actually got our shit together and headed out to breakfast.
As we got closer and closer to the restaurant, I felt my anxiety mounting. This wasn’t just “going to breakfast” anymore. This was a complete and utter gamble (I hate gambling. I like ‘sure things.’) We could either enjoy a meal, or easily be those people with a hysterical baby who ruin everyone else’s meal.
I desperately didn’t want to be those people.
Maybe it’s because I was hyper-aware thanks to my ridiculous anxiety, but I noticed a few things during our first meal in public with a newborn.
- We’ve entered into the “kid crowd.” When we arrived on Saturday, it wasn’t the bustling scene to which we are accustom. Rather than seeing people roll in with cute purses and put together outfits, we all lugged diaper bags, baby carriers and critical reinforcements like pacifiers and coloring books. It was 7:30am, but it was obvious that it was mid-afternoon for the majority of the customers.
- There are perks to being a new parent. Like, your favorite waitress buying you a mimosa to congratulate you. Yes, at 7:30 am.
- I’ve never eaten a meal so fast in my entire life. We all but ordered and asked for the check at the same time. Coffee? No thanks – I don’t have time to let to cool down.
- Like the ‘objects in mirror may be closer than they appear’ warning, when your baby cries in public ‘sounds may appear louder to you than they actually are.’ Seriously, Jack let out a simple, one-second cry (because that’s what babies do) and my eyes darted around the restaurant expecting to find a person complaining to management.
- We managed. Yes, Jack ended up crying. Was it terrible? No. Did anyone ask for us to be removed from the restaurant? No. If anything, we got sympathetic smiles from everyone that said ‘Been there, done that.’
Maybe next month we’ll try something new and radical again. I don’t know, maybe I’ll take him out in public by myself. Maybe.