‘Tis the season for parties and good eats. Saturday night was Jono’s staff Christmas party; a semi-formal event held at the Delta Hotel. Since he’s new with the company, we decided to check it out. His previous employer had fallen so far down the drain that to hear of a nice evening was a treat. The event turned out to be okay. The people we were seated with were alright. They kept the conversations moving (can’t say all the chat topics were of interest) which is a must. We did not initiate anything with the topic of Jamayia. Pre-baby, I’ve noticed how simple, very consuming and somewhat rude it is for parents to just turn every single conversation into a rundown on their child(ren)/home life. I did not want to do that. Of course we responded when asked about her, but we didn’t gush forth like a geyser or anything drastic.
This event meant though that we would not be bringing Jamayia along with us. Imagine my shocked surprise to hear a lady at our table say that we could have brought her to the party–she’d seen people bring babies in the past. (For the record–unless the invite had specified that this was a family party, she was not coming along! We ain’t ghetto!!) Aunties had the honour of baby-sitting and a fun time was had by all. Baby was well behaved the entire time we were gone. I fed her right before we left and was hoping to make it back home before she went down. But she was too tired to wait for us.
Our biggest concern for the evening was how she would handle the feeding. I had pumped during the week, so there was a bottle all ready for her. Being the smarties that we are, Daddy tried giving her a bottle on Friday nite. No go! She just kinda chewed on the nipple and kept pushing the bottle away with her hands. It was the same great flavour, just in different format, but nope. Thankfully, we knew that if tired enough, she would go to sleep without that last meal and wake up whenever she was hungry. Imagine my discomfort to find that she didn’t wake up until nearly 8:30 am. Owwwieee! Regardless, I bit my tongue and refused to complain. After all, I had slept well myself that nite too.