No one really tells you what distance introducing a baby into the family can place between husband and wife, at least for a while.Sure, women have penned magazine articles and blog posts on babies adding tension to a relationship, but few moms, even many of my friends, are willing to come clean about how rocky (or worse, platonic) things can get after you give birth.In the six weeks since Baby J arrived, my husband and I have barely seen each other.I mean, sure, we see each other in the few hours each day after he gets home from work, but they’re completely consumed by dinner, dishes, two bedtime routines, bills, talk of work and daily minutiae, and maybe, , a half hour to sit on the couch and decompress in front of a mindless TV show.Then, after a quick goodnight kiss, we retire to separate bedrooms for the night.
And in our digital age, are these nicknames any more important?
Lately, I’ve been having these dreams…romantic dreams. You know, the way romance felt when you were a super-hormonal teenager, and just a fleeting glance from your crush could send you into a tizzy? I’m sure it’s my subconscious’s way of telling me that romance is almost absent from my life right now.
This probably has something to do with there being a newborn and a toddler in the house, who (as lovely as they are) suck up pretty much all the energy and affection me and my husband have to offer.
We decided for everyone’s sanity that separate bedrooms is the way to go for the time being.
I sleep with the baby in her bassinet at my bedside, and my husband is on-call in the guest room in case A wakes up.