Few hours of freedom

Remember those movie scenes in which the new mother goes out with her husband for the first time leaving her precious baby to be babysat by family or friends? Once out of the door, after spending good time giving them instructions on what to do and how to contact her if things go wrong, she starts worrying and keeps on trying to call the babysitters every few minutes to find out if her child is still OK.

Does this happen in real life or is it just stereotypical movie exaggeration as Clive thinks? On Thursday (thank to Lindsey, Dave & Debbie) Clive and I went out to dinner after putting Cat to bed. My main instruction was not to take her out of her bed unless if she is full-on screaming, as usually she happily sleeps until 3am. And once we were out of the door I was cherishing every minute of freedom; enjoying dinner cooked by someone else, relaxed conversation with my husband, glass of white wine, and not freezing with the fork poised in mid-air when Cat makes occasional noise wondering if she’ll go back to sleep or will wake up screaming (though she never really does). Glorious!