A day out!

Day 21 of being home with Payton.  I've been out of the house about four times.  It's a little waring being cooped up in the house all day every day  Not to mention not being able to get some of my household chores done since it's a continuous cycle of feeding, changing diapers and pumping.  I've have numerous offers from people to watch Payton if I ever need to get out of the house.  I'm very grateful for the gracious offers, but I'm just not ready to leave her with someone other than grandparents just yet.  It doesn't mean that I don't trust my friends, I trust them implicitly.  It's just hard to leave my child after being with her for so long, and the grandma's have many years of experience taking care of children.  With one set of grandparents who have raised two girls and around 20 years experience of running a daycare, and the other set who have successfully raised five boys, I feel pretty confident leaving Payton with either of them.  And since it's my friends who I'll most likely be going out with, they can't go out with me and watch my kid at the same time.

In the beginning it was hard to leave her.  Granted it's only happened once and it was the second week of her being home.  I think I'm becoming a little more at ease with the thought of getting a babysitter.  Maybe it's the idea of having adult interaction.  Or maybe it's the thought of having enough breastmilk saved up that I can have a beer for the first time in 10 months.  I hope it's not as hard as it was the first time.  The first time consisted of Heath and I going to dinner, with me saying about five words the whole time, and Heath trying to perk me up after I broke into tears on the car ride home.  I felt so bad for him.  The poor man tried to have dinner out with his wife and I made it less than desireable.  But after changing 200-something diapers already, getting up twice a night everynight to feed Pays as well as feeding her every 2.5 hours during the day, I'm a little more up for it.  I just wish I could leave the house during the day to run errands.  We still have another month before Pays can go out in public, stupid cold & flu season.  That little girl is the light of my life though.  I just wish she would sleep longer between feedings.  But I wouldn't trade it for the world.

What has prompted this barrage of half-assed excitement to leave the house you ask?  On Saturday Heath and I are meeting up with an old friend of mine from high school and her hus in Lincoln.  I'm pretty excited about it.  To save both her and I embarassment, and because I couldn't find any other pictures that were older, this is probably the last documented picture of her and I together.  And since it's dated in 2006, that means it's been entirely too long.  Here we are......dressed to go to a rave.  We liked to think we were high rollers.

Can't wait to see you Saturday Jacie!