As I was reading, in horror, Tracy Moore's piece on Jezebel about how she and her husband only left home without the baby ONCE in her first year of life, I realized how all moms are wired differently. If I hadn't spent any time with the dude who got me into that predicament in the first place, without our result of unprotected sex, I might have lost my mind in those early parenting days. Moore felt the opposite.
Her argument for hunkering down with the baby and your partner was sound: everyone needs time to adjust, nurture each other, and themselves. It finally allowed me to "get" friends of mine who did the same thing, and regret always saying to them, "Girlfriend, you've got to get a babysitter." But what was really interesting about this piece on Jezebel were the comments. Especially the comments that had nothing to do with the issue at hand (parenting in the first year), and instead decided to attack any mom who dared to bring her baby to a restaurant.
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