yr is a very fussy baby. though not as much as yz when he was younger.
but to deal with the same set of shit for the SECOND time round is not funny.
in fact, its downright irritating.
well, i guess im not a natural maternal person in the first place.
if i've to take care of yr alone for 24/7 (though in reality its almost so for almost 4 weekdays in a week! at least until the husband comes home at 7pm!), i would have pull my or his hair out!
but of cos yr is still a botak, so harder to do so than said.
so a typical home-alone day for me starts when hubbi and yz biding me farewell at 8+am.
-try to play with yr with him lying in his cot/mattress
-fails as he starts to bawl to be carried
-carry him in my arms while seated, continue coo-ing to him like an idiot
-fails as he starts to bawl to be carried with me pacing the house
-pace up and down the small hdb flat, continue pointing out stuff to him
-fails as his wails escalate (either due to hunger/sleepiness)
-quickly make milk and feed him
-place him down on mattress after burping to see if he want some quiet time/self-sooth himself to sleep
-fails as he starts to bawl to be carried
-carry, carry, carry till he dozes off
-put him gingerly down (may repeat for n times if he got woken up in the process) and rush off to do stuff (ie. bath, poo, wash/hang out laundry, wash+sterilise bottles, tidy up the house, surf the net, power nap, reading whatever novel im on currently etc)
and then the cycle starts again when he wakes up. @_@
fussy baby hor!
everytime i read those baby-books claiming all these hard work is worth it when the baby starts becoming responsive and smiles/coos back at you, i roll my eyes.
no lor, not true.
.................ok true lah.
during the happy moment only. after that, its nightmare facing the lil' terror again!
bleh. heh.
and for today, the magical moment is after his 430pm feed when he started to be nice.
for all of 30mins.
ok, im in the mood to play
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