On traveling solo, sleep and being away from Lexi

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As I am sitting here at 11:40 pm on a Wednesday night, two days late on my promised (to myself) weekly post, trying to decide what I can write about that I have the inspiration for and doesn’t take literally 4-5 hours to complete (writing to formatting to photos). I have a few drafts started but it’s all informative posts that really need some time put into them.

So the easiest, I thought, would be what I personally consider (harshly put) “useless babble”, but people seem to like. I have trouble writing posts that I don’t feel in some way benefit the reader, aside from photo posts or travel posts-I am sucker for those.

So that being said, how about we talk about a huge change that has happened in my and Lexi’s life: having to and being able to leave her with her dad and travel (for work or pleasure) solo.



As many of you know, Lexi was  a very attached baby. It’s really an awesome thing, because she had strong enough instincts and I had gentle enough parenting beliefs to allow her to develop a very strong attachment. I am a huge advocate for cherishing and allowing the attachment, as long as it is completely child led.  So for years, yes that’s right, years, I would basically be in a baby and self imposed prison of being a mom. I say prison as a methaphor because it didn’t feel that way. I was happy to be there for her and she truly honestly JUST needed me. She needed me for breastfeeding, for emotional regulation and, to be completely honest, as I write this for the first time I am actually really sad she doesn’t have the same intense need any more.

Don’t get me wrong, she is still very attached. She loves mommy more than anything but it is very different now. Probably it has more to do with the fact that she breastfeeds minimally now so she doesn’t have such a strong physical and emotional need to be near. But for LITERALLY 3 years, Lexi was at the stage where I would NOT willingly leave overnight without her. Knowing the distress that it brought her to be away from me, especially at night, it was not something I was going to do until she was ready. And I believe, it wasn’t until she was 1.5-2 years old that I was able to be away from her for more than a few hours during the day. Again I attribute the change to breastfeeding and the diminished need for it at this point.



How did I know she was ready for me to be away overnight? That is the trickiest part of motherhood, right? Reading your child, making sure you don’t push them, but let them develop and grow at their own pace. So for years, I wasn’t able to leave for more than a few hours at a time, because every time I would attempt, she would be inconsolable when it came time to breastfeed (and no bottle would suffice, because it wasn’t about the nutrition, it was about the emotional need). I would come back home and be told the stories of how badly she cried after I wasn’t back in a few hours and I was just not willing to put her through that knowingly. So I wouldn’t. Then time would pass and I would say to myself ” She is older now, I bet she can be just fine” and I’d attempt it again. And come back home to the same issue. Again, my belief is that, as a mother, I want to do what I can ( keyword: can) for my daughter, she is my priority. So if that meant pretty much giving up my personal life, well that’s what she needed at that age. I would wait. 3 Years is certainly a tiny period of time compared to a lifetime


So at some point around 2,  I left one time for several hours, during the day, and she did fine. Ta-da, I thought! Victory!

Not victory in a sense of “I won!”, but victory because I am able to do what I want/need to do and my daughter is still happy. The time that she was able to be without me increased as she got older and could go without breastfeeding longer (both emotionally and physically). I also feel her spending more time with daddy and learning to trust him to take care of her helped immensely, at least from the emotional standpoint. But only overtime.  Or maybe exactly the way attachment works, the child just keeps moving further and further on that attachment leash, always coming back to make sure you’re still there and then venturing further out. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

I used to have a life coaching client in Orlando that I would have to do coaching sessions with every other week and I would have to bring my whole family with me because Lexi just couldn’t stay overnight without me. Mostly because she couldn’t fall asleep, except for during nursing. We kept trying having Andrew put her to sleep whenever I had to be out late, but it would always end up disastrously with texts telling me I have to come home, because she is just not going to sleep without boobie and is very upset. I would oblige each time, during girls’ nights out, or client meetings, or dinners, cut things short, be the first one to leave, grudgingly so but realizing it was necessary.

I started playing volleyball because at that point I could take 3-4 hours to myself and not sacrifice Lexi’s emotional state, which I was never willing to do.


So one day, when I had to be out late (don’t remember for what reason), Andrew took her out on a stroller walk at night, like he always attempted to do when he had to put her to sleep. He turned on some music and walked her around the neighborhood. To his surprise, she fell asleep. Hooray, we thought. Not so easy, mom and dad. That was a fluke.

Every other attempt ended in a failure to launch. So we waited more. Tried more. Tried everything we could, different methods. Nothing would work. So we would wait. And try again in a month or two. Until one day again, she fell asleep in a stroller. And from that point on was regularly falling asleep at her bedtime in a stroller. Done!

Not ideal, but definitely beats ALWAYS needing breastfeeding for bedtime, when I was not there. She was 3 and a few months. Wow!

We attempted putting her to sleep in her bed, without a stroller, without breastfeeding (by we, I mean Andrew did, since if I was home, boobie was always  demanded). It just never worked.

Mono Lake Tufa State Natural Reserve.

Mono Lake Tufa State Natural Reserve: California Press Trip. Credit: Max Whittaker

We kept doing what worked and counting our lucky stars that it did. It didn’t always work smoothly, but it was an option. It meant I could go on trips for work and not have to pay for and drag 2 more people with me. It meant I could actually go on a press trip. Alone. Kids and family aren’t invited on most press trips, so I had always passed on them before.

That was kind of amazing. Freeing, SCARY, sad and amazing at the same time.


The very first time I got the courage to try this out was when I had to go to a trade show for Melody Lane in LA. She was 3.5.  We crossed our fingers and hoped it would be ok. I had never left her overnight before. The first night there was a lot of asking for boobie, but she fell asleep and did fine. Asked for mommy a lot in the morning, since breastfeeding is a big morning routine as many of you who breastfeed know. Second night was better. Third night, she slept through the night without waking up and asking for me (she had been sleeping through for a few months then on and off, I should write a quick post on that too). She did fine during the day. She facetimed with me, we talked, she asked when mommy would be home and if they could go pick me up. And in general did as well as I would expect her to.


Of course, we had prepped her a lot. Talked about how it would work and that I was going away and would come back. She counted days with me and looked at the calendar. We talked about what she would do at night and what to expect. I got her excited about all the things she would do with daddy and the presents I’d bring her.

I even got her an Elli & Noolie Recordable Pal OWL with a recorded voice of me singing a lullaby and softly telling her to go to sleep that she could snuggle and listen to. It has a repeat feature, so it just plays in a loop for 30 minutes.

It did go well. So a few months later I went on my second work trip, Hawaii, for another business venture that I am soon to announce. It was combined with a trade show in Vegas, so the total time I was away was 10 days. That is a lot. Lexi did AMAZING. Like it wasn’t even an issue.

And my third trip was just last week for 5 days to California on a press trip. She cheerfully said goodbye to me, was crazy excited to facetime with me and to welcome me home. But for the most part, she didn’t ask for me, or cry. Occasionally, she would say “How many days till mommy comes back?” or “Can we go and pick her up at the airport now?


Well….. insert emoji with really big eyes and red cheeks ( you know the one I am talking about).

I don’t know.

When I think about it, I get this feeling in my gut ( which usually signifies anxiety or fear). I want Lexi to be happy and I want to be with her 24/7. I don’t want to spend a day without her little cheeks, her voice and her warm hugs wrapped around me. But then I also get burnt out. I need to make money, plan for the future, feel fulfilled with myself. We all do. Being a parent  is, well, sometimes mind numbing. It’s hard to be YOU, the individual that you always have been, when you are a parent. So being on your own, finding that person who you used to be, doing things you used to love is cleansing and inspirational. And then you miss your little pumpkin and want to be with her. So it’s kind of helpful in that aspect of life too.

But it’s confusing, and emotionally contradicting.


I have to admit, I also feel guilty. Not often, not all the time. But I do. I don’t usually have unwarranted shame or guilt feelings for the most part. But here I do feel guilty when I truly think about it. Just a little bit, just sometimes, just for a few seconds.

I wish I could just turn off my brain and not need the self-fulfillment, be a mom 24/7 100%, but I have a suspicion very few people are truly happy in that role as their sole purpose in life.
I wish I was independently wealthy and just spent all my time with Lexi and didn’t need to work or build for the future.
I wish I didn’t have my brain. The kind that is brimming with a million ideas that I want to do.
I wish I could take off traveling with her.

That’s not the reality though. I do need to be DOING something. Doing with a CAPITAL D. I need to have my sense of self, I need to work, I need to make money, I need to create.


I do it, never at the expense of my daughter’s well being, but sort of with “her permission”. But I still feel guilty.


Now I am trying to balance my work time, me time and Mommy time as best as I can. I don’t feel that just because she doesn’t outwardly express her “distress” about mommy being gone for a few days doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel it. So I try to keep that in mind and be sensitive. It seems like she does fine. I haven’t seen any sort of outbursts or negative emotions. We just have fun together. She is calm when I am gone and excited when I get back.

Still yet this post makes me sad.  And you, as readers, wonder why I only write about happy go lucky things. I prefer to ruminate over my doubts in my own head. Once. I don’t tend to think about sad things. Rarely do I lament. And this kind of sucks. So there… I’m off to do something that makes me happy. Like edit photos…

I’m sure I will be back. I’ll stick with writing informative posts based on my life. Something I have figured out and confident about. Not something I am struggling with emotionally when I force myself to think about it. Overanalyzing isn’t a good trait. It doesn’t bring us joy or clarity. It only creates confusion, but we, women, are all prone to overanalyzing.  So instead of lamenting, I choose to just act. Do something. Less thinking about how I feel. More doing what I believe in.


But maybe once in a while, I will let myself face the feelings I beneath the surface. That’s not my strong suit. My strong suit is making the best of what you have, striving for the best you believe in and moving on from the inadequacies in your life, ignoring the negative. Bad feelings are for suckers. Right? Right? 🙂


I would rather be a happy mom and person, who isn’t getting hung up on every little thing and feeling, while doing what she believes in. Than the mom who gets caught up in her feelings and doubts over issues that don’t truly exist. Luckily it comes pretty easy to me. And here I am going off on a completely different topic of feelings, personalities and how I handle life. Another post, maybe?



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  • Reply
    October 8, 2015 at 11:21 AM

    I know you think a post like this is useless babble, but as a reader-it was a really great post to read. As you put it, Lexi was very attached to you so for long and it seemed like you never really did anything for yourself (outside of work). And I know you don’t “owe” your readers anything, but with all the social media posts showing you were getting out on your own and enjoying more time for yourself (which, as a mom, you should)-this post was really helpful to show people how you were able to create more of a balance. Perhaps more people who are struggling with carving out more time for themselves can see that yes, it is ok to go out and spend time doing things you love-even with the little bit of guilt that goes along with it :-).

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      Elena @The Art of Making a Baby
      October 8, 2015 at 11:23 AM

      I know, I know… 🙂 That’s why I wrote it. It’s just not what I ENJOY writing about. So i am trying to find a balance between writing for myself and writing for readers.
      I know I am in the minority only wanting to read posts that will somehow give me knowledge rather than posts that validate my feelings(which isn’t a need I have), but I hear ya and I heard others. I’ll try to have a nice balance of both 🙂

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    Elena C.
    October 8, 2015 at 12:44 PM

    Oh I can sooooooo relate to this!!!
    I feel I am just Mommy, I forgot what it feels like to be a whole person with a lot of different interests, cuz I don’t get to do anything else yet.
    So I wait 🙂

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    October 8, 2015 at 1:58 PM

    It is interesting to me that you have spent so much time and effort exploring the hows and whys of Lexi’s emotions – including her fears and upsets – but ignore and deem your own unworthy of exploration. I’m not saying you need to dwell on every little thing, but I’m surprised you think there is no value in delving a little deeper into your own emotional health.

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    Jenna Lang @ Eat Drink Pretty
    October 8, 2015 at 2:40 PM

    I really loved this post. Thank you for writing it. It was nice seeing a glimpse into your life from this emotional side. I’ve been following all your instagram posts and wondering how you were doing it all, traveling, being away from Lexi, etc. And how you felt about it and how it was going with Lexi. I’ve been reading your blog since Lexi was born (same as as my Juliet) and while I do love all your informative posts I love the posts that have this authenticity the most. And it’s probably because I can totally relate to wanting to have my own self-identity other than just a mom, though I love dearly that role, but I work, and I need to travel for work and I enjoy time away too. The guilt is sometimes shitty to deal with but I also try to only feel it for a brief moment and then move on. I have my first trip away from my baby who is 9 months coming up in December and I don’t know how my husband and I are going to swing it. I just want to take her with me but I’m not sure that’s possible. We’ll be gone for 2 nights for a wedding in Florida. My Rosie is like Lexi was, only will fall asleep nursing, she doesn’t take a bottle well at all (I’m away from her while at work all day and she will reluctantly take small amounts) and is very attached to me, so much more so than my other daughter was as a baby. I feel like my parenting style is very similar to yours and this post is making me feel like I should just bring her and make it work, I don’t want to cause her emotional stress with me being gone. Anyway, thank you for the post. Lexi is beautiful and I enjoy following all your travels.

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      Elena @The Art of Making a Baby
      October 8, 2015 at 2:57 PM

      Thank you for that comment! Loved reading it and hearing your story as well. Hope your trip to Florida goes well and your husband can somehow manage! I will sure be following you on IG

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        Elena @The Art of Making a Baby
        October 8, 2015 at 3:01 PM

        I am not an emotional person, I am analytical. I don’t dwell on emotions, I move on. Very little bothers me, and I am able to regulate negative emotions somewhat easily.
        However, my analytical side recognizes the need to validate and take care of emotions of others if they need it. I might not chose to do so for an adult because I expect them to be able to self-regulate, but for a child who is just learning emotional self-regulation, it is crucial.

        If she is nurtured properly from the emotional standpoint, she will grow up able to regulate her own emotions well. It’s even more important because, unlike my personality, she is very sensitive.

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    October 9, 2015 at 2:14 AM

    I find babble boring but relatable. I did learn one thing from the post – you are a life coach. That is an interesting topic and I would like to know more about it. What do you do as a life coach? I met someone who was a life coach, but her life was so complicated and screwed up, that I wondered how she could coach anyone… I would like to read something that de-mystifies it for me!

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    October 29, 2015 at 2:35 PM

    This was very insightful! But I wonder, do you ever consider your role as a wife, and what that shows your daughter as well? Do you find you still make time for your marriage?

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