****before I start the post, I just want to say thanks for all the info generated about the bike trailers; I respect how all of you mothers and non-mothers out there feel about putting an infant in a bike trailer. I don't want to convince anyone out there to do it if they are not comfortable with it. Without research into the safety of this, it's difficult to make a recommendation either way. I put my recommendations in the last post about safety for those of you who do want to use the trailer in this way. Of course, if you live in a state with helmet laws, you will be breaking the law if you do it (because you certainly should not put a helmet on an infant), and I don't encourage that! So, Nancy #1, you make a good point.****
So, I am sad today because SR is gone. This is the first time we have been apart for more than a day since July (when I was in Residency in Oklahoma) and I just hate it. We made a little pact back then that we wouldn't ever again be apart from each other for more than a day. Well, I had to take ACLS (advanced cardiac life support) renewal and he had to take ATLS (advanced trauma life support) and the courses were in different cities, his lasting two days.
Every time the phone rings, I think it's someone calling to tell me he got into a car accident.
Before he left, we just stood there kissing on the stairs, not wanting to say good-bye. And as he was getting into his car, we gave each other a look. A look that said we love each other and there is nothing more important.
My mom sort of witnessed all of this. She has been here helping out with The Bois. She said for the first time last night: "I have it straight in my mind now, that you are in a better relationship with SR than you were with ex-husband. You wouldn't have had any trouble being away from ex-husband for days at a time."
In fact, she loves SR. She said "He cooks, he cleans and he's great with kids... what woman wouldn't love that???"
Perhaps that's when it got a little weird. Later when she heard the phone ring, she got all giggly and said "I bet that's SR!" She answered it with a mischievous school girl voice "Hello?"
"My lady?" SR said, thinking it was me. And my mom had to hand it over.
SR and I do joke about my mom and his friends flirting with him, loving his suave foreign doctor ways and his great cooking. But it's all in fun. And I think the truth is my mom and her friends are just glad to see me so happy.
All that being said, my mom is questioning SR's idea of the two of us taking The Bois on a trip climbing and camping on Mount Whitney (highest peak in lower 48). She has nightmares about it, in fact. I honestly know nothing about taking infants up to high altitudes. I'll have to (of course) do some looking into it before we commit.
The perfect father.
The mischievous grandma.
The young revolutionary.