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Moments That Heal: A Postpartum Date Night!
The things my husband did during my postpartum to recharge our bond!
“I miss us so badly, dear…” Tears overflowed down my cheeks as my throat tightened. I hugged him tightly and cried aloud. It had only been eight days, but I was struggling to adjust to the new environment, new routines, new responsibilities, sleepless nights, and along with all that, I badly missed the essence of ‘just us.’
The little human was sleeping so peacefully, blissfully unaware of the emotional roller coaster her mother was going through. Yes, I enjoy this precious phase of motherhood, but sometimes I really do miss being just us.
I opened up to my husband about my helplessness. He took my palm, patted it gently, and looked into my eyes. “Let’s go for a drive,” he suggested. I looked at him with a confused face. “What about the baby?” I asked.
He had planned everything. We entrusted our angel to my mother and prepared expressed milk to quench her thirst and hunger. Even if it was for just a few hours, leaving her for the first time felt so heavy. I kissed my sleeping beauty and left, just for “us time.”
We started the car, and with it, our much-needed bonding time. I was silent, haunted by the guilt of leaving my baby. He realized this and calmed…
