Last weekend, my husband and I had a night away from the baby for the first time (she’s just past ten months). Some parents have told me that seems so soon; for others, it seems incredibly late. If we had local family, I’m sure it would have happened for us sooner.
In fact, we’d arranged an overnight trip four or five months ago during a visit from my mother, but our baby wound up making other plans: She caught a virus that caused her to spend four nights in the pediatric ICU (the PICU.) We were never given any reason to believe she would die, though it was still a frightening and emotional experience. To have some perspective: Our daughter was in the PICU, but she was far and away the healthiest baby there.