As I mentioned before, Anthony got his first bottle the other day as a practice run for Monday night when I return to work. He did remarkably well. Last night Todd had his mom come over for another sort of practice run. BABYSITTING. Again it went remarkably well. Todd and I were home too, but got to do other things than bounce the baby in the kitchen with the fan on. I took a shower AND blowdry'd my hair, removed the toenail polish that has been chipping away for weeks and put some fresh polish on (not as good as a pedicure, but a much needed improvement) and then sat down to watch Grey's Anatomy. Sigh. Todd was on the computer reading/studying/searching/selling/buying/trading stocks. (This is a new hobby for him, we used to have ESPN on the TV all day long and now it's CNBC) I guess if he makes us a bunch of money I'll stop complaining about having to watch Mad Money. So the whole time Grandma J was trying to bounce/calm/quite Anthony I was not worried, just happy to be doing my own thing. Todd later confessed that he had to refrain from stepping in and showing her how he bounces/calms/quiets him. I figured she raised 2 kids and they seemed to turn out okay, so she must know something about babies.
This is where the freedom part comes in. Now that Anthony does just fine with a bottle and Grandma J, I have been thinking about all the things I can do now, that I haven't been able to easily do for the past 5 weeks: Go out to dinner, go to the YMCA, go to a movie, get a pedicure, get my haircut (I am seriously considering THIS look).
Don't worry Grandma J, we'll try not to take advantage of the fact that you are just down the street, and don't charge for your services. We also have another person who I'm pretty sure would be willing to babysit, even though when she came to visit him the other day he wasn't exactly on his best behavior.