If this had been any other day, I would've cancelled all my plans and begged James to stay home from work. Mastitis had hit out of the blue and it felt like I had been hit with the flu. I felt like I couldn't even take care of myself, let alone the baby too. But we had plans, so out of sheer force of will, I got us ready. I put Gracie in the little blue dress I wore on my first birthday and we left to visit my parents in their current house one last time. I walked in to a maze of cardboard boxes and strangers milling around, packing up the last few remaining things. It was mildly traumatizing. Gracie had the best day playing with her grandparents. When the movers left for lunch, I put Gracie down for a nap in the pack n play in the basement where she hopefully wouldn't be bothered. My parents' cranky old cat curled up next to the pack n play and watched over her during her entire two and half hour nap. I couldn't believe she was napping so well in the midst of chaos, with people running in and out of the room despite us asking them not to and screaming things like "OH IT'S NAPTIME, HUH?" when I can barely get her to nap half that at home where it's quiet. I checked on her constantly, every time finding her snuggled up with that same blanket I knit her in the picture above, the cat sleeping next to her. It was just the sweetest thing and a memory I can't wait to tell her about when she's older. I grabbed Mexican food from our favorite place and felt weepy driving through the cornfields on the way to get dinner, thinking that this is the last time I'll ever do that here. I don't miss that town, but I miss that my parents won't be living there, just a short drive up a country road. Saying goodbye was absolutely devastating. I hate that Gracie had to share her first birthday with such a sad day, but lucky for her she didn't know any different and had a great day.
The good news, however, is that the sleep curse in this house seems to have been broken! I went to bed at 8:30 and slept until 7 (and people say you'll never sleep after kids...YOU WILL...eventually), and Gracie finally took her morning nap after a week of refusing it, even sleeping through the maintenance man working in the bathroom adjacent to her room. I would do a victory dance if I wasn't still in so much pain.