My baby turned 2 months old yesterday. Well... two months down the road, I can't yet say that I've gotten the hang of this motherhood thing. In fact, if I'm being honest with myself, I'd say I'm only just getting by. The biggest culprit?
Did you know that mothers, like, hardly ever sleep??? At least not for more than 2 hours at a stretch?! Not cos they don't want to, I assure you. Oh no... But it's cos their babies and their feeding schedules don't allow them the luxury to.
Take my baby for example: He nurses every one to three hours, for about an hour at a time, both, day and night. Round. The. Clock. -_- And it's not like he drifts off to dreamland like he should immediately after. No, this boy wants to suckle some more! And then some more. -_-'''
O-b-v-i-o-u-s-l-y, he can't have his way. I can't allow him to. I need my sanity. My space. (And my nipples, for that matter.) So, no. No suckling forever, buddy boy. Drink your fill and call it a day, please. This momma needs a break from nursing, too! And her sleep.
Thing is, I always thought I'd be able to handle the lack of sleep, you know. What?? I have a career in Advertising leh. And I was with MCKL for a good number of years. There, you go home at 9PM and you get asked, "Wah!! Half day ahhh???" Haha. So night time feeds? Aiya, wet wet water la...
But I forgot one crucial difference.
It didn't occur to me that motherhood doesn't come with Saturdays and Sundays off for me to recharge after a brutal 5 days of hard work, fueled only by 2-hour nights. Instead, it's a train wreck of endless days and sleepless nights, one tiring, zoned out, grossly overworked week after another, month after month. :-/
Don't get me wrong though. I still love babies. And I love my baby more. A part of me wishes he'd remain at this adorable, cooing, drooling age and stay my little baby forever. =) But the zombified part of me just wants to ship him off to college ASAP so I can finally get a good night's rest with a solid 8-hour sleep each time the sun goes down. -_-'''
See, after my son popped out, Me Time became a thing of the past. Life took a turn at Crazy Junction and drove straight into Psycho Town, Madsville and conveniently set up camp. My days and nights are a hazy blur of feeding, cleaning poop and more feeding and cleaning poop. A bigger part of me feels so very blessed to be a mother and have a child of my own... but a teeny tiny part of me misses the days when nobody else dictated how I should utilise my time but myself.
So, yes. This friend's status update got me thinking... longing. And sure, I guess the results would be somewhat different if I had attempted to answer this very same question 9-and-a-half weeks ago. But right now... this is it:
The Husband comes home from KL, whips out an Apple signature fuss-free white box from his work bag, and wishes me with a sneaky I-know-something-you-don't smile on his face:
"Happy birthday. Merry Christmas."
And then he hands this to me:
Me with my just-received, yet-to-be-opened
Black WiFi Cellular 64GB iPad mini.
Do I have the best husband or what??? =D
For me to keep myself entertained while breast-feeding, he says. Plus, if I use it on WiFi and leave out the SIM, it'll be less radiation than if I use my iPhone to surf like I currently do. That means I don't fry my son's brain cells while I'm filling his tummy. :-/ (Now I'm starting to wonder if this gift is for my benefit... or the little one's. Hmmm...)
Charging in progress.
Anyhew... I can't wait to start personalising this baby! =D
Take Vitagen / fresh fruit juice on an empty stomach every morning.
Eat lots of vegetables that give you fibre.
Indulge in potty-friendly fruits, like bananas, papayas, etc...
Drink prune juice / eat prunes.
Get your 01m03w-old baby so drunk on breast milk that he sleeps without fuss, then pass him to someone else to jaga so you get to sit on the porcelain throne and pay tribute to the gods of poop long long.
p/s: #6 is most effective for me. #5 is a close second. =p
A very special Father-Daughter dance at a wedding... without the bride's father present. Mark – the dad – passed away earlier in the year from pancreatic cancer. ='( Andrea – the bride – instead, had her first dance with Mark's father (i.e. her grandfather), followed by her brother Luke, then her brother Nick (who sang the song), then finally, with her new father-in-law, Scott. Heartbreaking and heart-warming at the same time. Butterfly Kisses with a difference.
After feeling like a puffed-up whale during my third trimester and then like a beer-bellied cow all through confinement, I'm beyond pleased that, last Sunday, I finally went back to being able to fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans.
Decided to try a second time although I couldn't even bring the waistband past my hips the first time I tried, 3 weeks after delivery, okay. #truestory Now, look!
Sunday, 6 January 2013.
So it's true what they say.
Second time's the charm. Haha!
Sure la, they were fat-day jeans that I accidentally bought a size too big to begin with but... whatever, mannnnn. For now, all that matters is that they fit! Woo hoo!!! Bye-bye, unflattering maternity jeans; hello, skinny Levi's in Size 25! =D
Took me all of a month and a half (exactly 6 weeks) to shrink back down to size. Was beginning to wonder if the day would ever come, to be honest. #lowselfesteemspeaking #depressedashell #feelingfatforever
Now, to return to KL and try on those pretty Perkins dresses I boughtbefore I found out I was pregnant and see if my post-baby behind will cooperate and make it in without ripping apart the seams. :-/
The only way to watch this musical is at the cinema – in the dark, on the big screen, with surround sound. (Or in London or on Broadway, of course. =p) To be honest, I didn't thinks so earlier in spite of how much some friends have gushed about it online. Was just planning to download and watch it on iPad. Harhar. How blasphemous. =p But this *points below* c-o-m-p-l-e-t-e-l-y changed my mind:
Anyway, I may be 3 days late but... Happy New Year, you guys! Can you believe it?? Another year has come and gone. And we survived! Thanks for faithfully reading Tinki Talks although I was a pretty bad blogger last year (I only published 358 times – lame sh*t), and my posts have been terribly sporadic of late. :-/
Can't promise you things will pick up around here but I promise I'll try to sneak in a post or two whenever the little one gives me a break and catches his Zs. Maybe a simple recap post or something to commemorate the supreme ups and downs of 2012. Haha. See how lah. Anyway, till next time, HAVE A GREAT 2013, y'all!