Raise Your Glass

Think your days of partying hard are behind you once you've had a baby? Because they totally are.

Not to be a Debbie Downer, but this past weekend I learned the hard way that my brain and my body can no longer handle the college lifestyle I was once so accustomed to. I will gladly trade in my shot glass for a sippy cup.

For my birthday, my parents agreed to watch CeCe for the night while Matt and I went out to celebrate. Since last year I spent my birthday announcing that I was pregnant and sipping Sprite, I thought I was going to make up for some long lost partying time. 

I saved up frozen milk for weeks so I could have more than one drink to celebrate turning 23. I had my designated driver, and my MilkScreen strips to test for alcohol in my milk the next day. We didn't want to get the baby second-hand hammered.

Of course after more than a year of sobriety, two drinks was enough to get me giggly. 

Waking up with a newborn can be so exhausting it often feels like you have a hangover, just without the fun the night before. I decided to add an actual hangover to the situation. You have never regretted that third margarita more than when you are trying to console a crying baby the next day.

I'm not saying being a mom isn't fun. In fact, motherhood is like attending a kegger every day. Babies are very similar to drunk people. They both garble their words, can't stand up without support, throw up on themselves, cry for no reason and occasionally wet their pants. 

But drunk people eventually sober up, and with enough water and McDonald's breakfast sandwiches they can ease their discomfort. Usually. 

For the entire next day I was convinced my bones would never stop aching. My headache was so fierce it hurt to blink. I could not believe I used to go out every weekend. I kept asking Matt how we managed to function on Sundays back in college. 

All I wanted was to feel better so I could be 100 percent for my baby again. It's a scary feeling to think you might be too slow to react to your child's needs. Not to mention the stench of a dirty diaper is magnified by ten million when you are hungover.

I desperately wanted to snap out of my zombie state, not just so I would stop feeling like I had been hit by a train, but so CeCe could have her happy, normally-functioning Mommy back.

I am sincerely grateful for Matt and all our friends who allowed me to kick off my shoes, bought me a drink and let me act a little silly. It was a good time, but I don't intend on repeating it any time soon. If I want to party, I'll just hang out with some babies for now. Those kids now how to throw down.


  1. I love your analogy of babies and drunk people. I actually did laugh out loud. Very cute!

  2. YES! I love this post. Being a 24 year old mom of 2 boys under the age of 3 I completely agree!! My first time out (without my 7 month old son) was only about a month ago. It was literally the first time I have been away from him in his 6 months on this earth. We went to a concert (Avenged Sevenfold, Three Days Grace, and Sevendust). After drinking and moshing on the floor for about an hour, I finished my beer sitting down in the stands and was ready to go home and go to bed before the second band ended. And to think 4 years ago that is what my life consisted of (parties, concerts, and road trips). children completely change your life, but I wouldn't change my life now for anything.