W.W.G.D.?

...and if you're not familiar with this acronym, it technically stands for What Would God Do...but for all intents and purposes this blog writer has officially changed it to What Would GISELE Do, because we should all use her as a benchmark to measure our self worth as moms-to-be and mothers, no?

Today's dilemma presented itself as I was surfing the web (while busy at work, of course) and stopped off on Facebook, where I received a message from Paul McCartney (can you believe Paul McCartney actually sent me a message on Facebook? Me neither, but a girl can dream, right?) saying that he was finally making his first appearance in Toronto in FIVE YEARS and advanced tickets were on sale NOW.

Now, if you know me you know that I LOVE THE BEATLES. And when I say LOVE, it's a true understatement. My son is named after two of them, and he can sing more Beatles tunes than he can Sharon, Lois and Bram (yes, I'm so 1980s, and I should really reference something from this millennium, but I'm too lazy to actually look into it - plus those of you readers with no kids are more likely to relate to SL&B than say, The Wiggles, right?) Seeing all the Beatles live has been on my "bucket list" for a very long time, and since two of the Beatles are dead (one of which has been since I was 3), that only leaves me with 2 left to see. A couple of years ago, my husband and I made the trek out to Orillia to watch Ringo Starr and His All-Star Band play at CasinoRAMA, which was ...um...insightful...so then there was ONE.

Where's the dilemma? Get the freakin' tickets, already! Well, the tickets are on sale for August 8th. PERFECT! August 8th. Big deal. Well, for those of you who are tracking my peanut's birth (which I'm sure ALL of you are...NOT!) it's a mere ONE month after my scheduled c-section. So, you can see that I'm at an impasse.

Now, if Paul McCartney came every year, it wouldn't be that big a deal...but the dude is already a couple weeks shy of his 68th birthday. This is not the most opportune time to miss out on a show, cuz he may not be back for his 73rd birthday, if you catch my drift.

Technically it could very well be a once in a lifetime opportunity for me, right? Done and done. Decision made. Er...not so much. What about the new baby? As my angelic friend Gisele perches herself on my left shoulder and whispers her judgments to me, the guilt sets in. After the birth of my first child, I very rarely left the house in the early goings (mostly because I felt terrible leaving him with anyone other than myself or my husband as he was colicky and miserable)...How can I be so sure that I will be ready, willing and able to leave this new one. Will I be abandoning him or her? If I'm not, will I feel like I am?







I will be breastfeeding this child (as long as I'm able) so that will also make this outing a little more difficult. Do I want to be introducing a bottle that early on? Even if I am willing to do that, will I be able to express enough milk to get me through the entire concert? Will my boobs explode because I will be away from the baby for an extended period of time without a feed? Of course, I ask myself W.W.G.D? Technically speaking, she'd probably call up her buddy Stella and ask if her daddy would be willing to do a quick concert in her backyard, singing lullabies solely for her baby...but if Gisele was a regular person like me or you (as she pretends to be)...what would she really do? Would she sacrifice one evening in her little baby's very early life to fulfill a lifelong dream? Would she be the martyr and stay home and watch this once in a lifetime opportunity pass her by? Or would she slap her wee one in a Bjorn (as pictured) with some headphones in tow and bring them along? Who knows, really, cuz she's rich and famous and this would never be an issue for her.



All I know is that I'm going to feel guilty either way. If I miss the show, it could very well be one of my biggest regrets. If I go to the show I KNOW I will be fretting the entire time, checking my phone for frantic text messages begging me to come home because no one can care for my baby like I can (which would NEVER really happen)... In the grand scheme of things, I'm sure it doesn't really matter. I've lived this long without seeing him right? The baby is surely going to be okay for 5 hours under the supervision of a loving grandparent. Well, tickets are being delivered in two weeks, but this may end up being a game time decision. So, all of you Sir Paul fans out there, keep that night free. You could be the winner of some Macca tickets if Mama is feelin' the pressure.