Hello people... I'm here!
Finally home from Thomson.
De-robing for bath no. 1.
Snoozing away at 1-month.
2-months, "sitting" is a breeze.
Yay! 3-months!Life in conventional terms have indefinitely been put on hold. Schedules are discarded, plans are non-existent, and ETAs are flexible. Movie? Restaurant? Massage? Travel? Haircut? What are those alien things you speak of?
Chubbs has taught Fuzzy and I the essence of quality time and how to cherish simple things again. Nowadays, the 5-min drives to the ice-cream parlour for a cone or popping into a nearby restaurant for dinner, are a rare luxury. But the scoops seem to taste better and I treasure the meals shared with Fuzzy alone, so much more (the two of us have only gone out for dinner once so far). It shocks me to think of all that we took for granted. Previously mundane activities like grocery shopping, paying bills at AXS, watching a full TV programme etc., have become virtually impossible. I've even resorted to cutting my own hair!
Truth be told, there were days of immense frustration when it felt like I was nothing but a walking milk dispenser who's on poop-patrol 24/7. The monotony was stifling and I wanted to throw in the towel. There was no need for make-up or perfume, it didn't matter if my hair was combed and I was in my jammies all day long. Worst of all, my son was colicky, in pain and crying for days on end. I read books, did research on the Internet, tried all the remedies suggested to eliminate colic, but none helped. He was hurting and I couldn't relieve his pain. I felt useless, lonely and started to think that I was a terrible mother.
But Fuzzy would brighten my days by finishing work early, giving me foot rubs and endless hugs or buying me surprise macaroons. Soon, it dawned on me that every day that passes is gone for good. I can never get those hours back to spend with Chubbs. This is my full-time responsibility now... nurturing my son and shaping his life. I have never felt more content.
Tonight, after we've bathed baby, fed him, changed his diapers, rocked him to sleep, tucked him in, mopped the puke off the floor, washed his bottles, expressed the milk, set the steriliser to work, taken a shower... hopefully we'll have time (it'll be at least 12am by then) and energy to pop a bottle of Veuve Clicquot and watch a DVD. Cheers to Chubbs... we're gonna pat ourselves on the back for a job well done so far.
