going without day

Our lives revolve so completely around baby Day now that we've forgotten our own. I never thought we would be one of those couples whose lives centre around the kid, but nine months on, I admit we are. We miss baby Day, we talk about baby Day and we would rather sleep with baby Day.

In some ways it's inevitable. It's so very very easy to get lost in this perfect world where nothing but you and the baby exists, where issues and worries and gripes are irrelevant. Where it's all about hugging his smooth baby body, burying your nose in his soft furry head and watching him grow into himself everyday.

But we mustn't forget each other, for if there was no us, there would be no him. Trite but true.

It's our wedding anniversary - three years since we became man and wife in the eyes of the law - and I think probably for the first time since baby Day was born, I insisted that we go out together without him and chuck him to someone else.

We went on a power-packed outing to the reservoir, trekking 10km on a jungle track to a bridge strung high up among the treetops.



When we left in the morning, after putting baby Day to sleep, there were vestiges of guilt. Here, daddy had taken the day off and instead of going on a Family Outing, we were gallivanting around on our own. The audacity!

After taking a long look at baby Day, Daddy turned to me and said:

Let's bring him along. He's part of the family.
Me: Huh?
Daddy: I'll carry him. In the sling.
Me: For 10km? Through the freaking jungle?

For the record, that 10km trek took us 2 hours, through ups and downs, endless flights of steps and the sweltering noonday sun as we had to walk round a golf course (!).

Daddy still thinks he could have carried baby Day in a sling.

Well even if he could, I'm glad it was just us for a while.