How 4 Days in Mexico Helped Me Reclaim Myself After Motherhood

Boarding the flight to Cabo with my husband, Alejandro, my arms felt unnervingly mild. It was our first journey with out Ona, our five-month-old daughter. “She’ll be positive,” my mother-in-law had reassured me the night time earlier than, as I stroked Ona’s sandy hair.

Nonetheless, my coronary heart felt a bit of hole because the aircraft took off and Austin disappeared beneath the clouds. Would I be capable to benefit from the subsequent 4 days on the Baja Peninsula? Or would I spend our romantic trip weeping into the therapeutic massage pillow and, on the seaside, seeing Ona’s face once I appeared up from my e-book, as an alternative of the crashing surf?

Ona, in the event you’re studying this years from now, forgive me for saying that these anxieties—and all the opposite incessant motherly panics about bottles, diapers, and naps—had melted away by sundown, once I sat on the terrace of our suite at Rosewood’s Las Ventanas al Paraíso, gazing on the Sea of Cortés. 

I hadn’t realized, because the one doing a lot soothing over the previous 5 months, how badly I wanted to be soothed myself. I had grown expert at studying Ona’s cues—however what about my very own? The ocean held my gaze, lulling my frazzled nervous system (as did the right Mexican margarita, placing Texan variations to disgrace). I rested my head on Alejandro’s shoulder. Explosions of carmine bougainvillea and slate-green spikes of agave studded the desert panorama. I felt, in a rush, how very drained I used to be. However right here, not like at house, I may relaxation. 

First it was time for some grown-up rest: a tasting within the resort’s hidden wine cellar. However as Alejandro and I entered the house, I felt my shoulders tense up. After months of cooing and babbling at a child, my grownup vocabulary felt distinctly missing, and my wine phrases all however forgotten. As I stammered my impressions of an orange wine from San Miguel de Allende, the resort’s very good wine director, Geneviève Rioux, urged me to belief myself. 

“Girls are too self-conscious about describing wines,” she stated. Rioux referred to her personal tasting type as synesthetic: for instance, when she sips “velvety, floaty” wines, similar to purple Burgundies from notably “sleek AOCs,” she hears Debussy’s La Mer. (Previous to pursuing a profession in wine, Rioux educated as a classical pianist and flutist in her native Quebec.) “Wine is like love,” she informed us. “Complicated and contradictory. There aren’t any guidelines.” 

Most ladies endure first-trimester nausea throughout being pregnant. Mine had lasted all day, daily, for 9 months. I may barely eat, work, or see mates. My solely craving was to not be pregnant anymore. I fantasized each day about what I might eat once I lastly felt hungry once more. If I may, I might time-travel again to that struggling self now and inform her it could all be positive: she would have a gorgeous, wholesome daughter and would quickly be seated at a desk overlooking softly lapping swimming pools, savoring a seasonal Tuscan feast ready by chef Matteo Temperini. From the native king prawns bathed in buffalo mozzarella and freckled with caviar to the giddy hairpin turns of scallion, blueberry, goat cheese, and sea bass within the third course, the meal was beautiful and pleasure-soaked—every thing I wanted.

The subsequent morning, after a sweaty tennis match, Ale and I donned terry-cloth robes and headed to the spa. I had anticipated soothing New Age music and competent arms figuring out the baby-bouncing knots in my shoulders. What we skilled was nearer to a rebirth. The remedy started with a therapeutic ceremony within the spa’s lush out of doors lounge, the place a small orchestra of native devices re-created the sounds of the jungle, full with jaguar screams. The massages had been deftly transcendent. But it surely was the hydrotherapy space—so usually an afterthought—that was this spa’s beating coronary heart. A chapel-like steam room, an icy plunge pool, a sauna set to the right temperature, and a gargantuan scorching tub. Afterward, I checked out Alejandro within the lounge chair subsequent to mine and squeezed his hand earlier than we each fell right into a swaddled half-sleep, like freshly bathed infants.

Because of a gradual textual content stream of smiling Ona photographs from Ale’s dad and mom, by the third day at Las Ventanas, I had relaxed into a brand new sort of maternity depart. One the place you allow your child at house, trusting that she is in loving arms, and that you’ll return to her totally recharged, hungry to mom once more. 

Within the 4 a long time earlier than Ona’s beginning, I used to be many issues: a author, a traveler, an athlete, and a meals and wine lover. Over our 4 days at Las Ventanas, I reconnected with every of those selves, from delighting in contemporary, modern components (simply the perfect resort meals Alejandro and I’ve ever had) and a superb personal tennis lesson with coach John Stein to lastly getting a goddamn pedicure. Let me put it this fashion: if sooner or later you understand your toenail polish is older than your child, like I did, it’s time for an adults-only escape.

On our remaining night time, fireworks pierced the nonetheless air. Briefly again in mother mode, I panicked: the noise will wake Ona! Then I remembered she was quick asleep in Texas. I joined Alejandro exterior to savor the show. Tomorrow, we might maintain our daughter in our arms once more, and watch her gazing in surprise on the daylight dancing on the ceiling as solely infants can. However tonight, it was our flip to stare, childlike, on the shimmering gold sparks, and maintain one another shut. 

{Couples} remedy can strengthen your relationship and enable you to face your deepest fears. However a {couples} trip had introduced us again to the love that created our daughter within the first place. Typically, the perfect parenting isn’t about sacrifice. It’s about taking a break, basking within the solar, and letting your self be babied for as soon as. 

A model of this story first appeared within the February 2025 subject of Journey + Leisure underneath the headline “Maternity Go away.”