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Washing, washing and more washing.
My days are characterized by bottle washing these days. A normal day sees me going through 6-8 cycles of it. Some times, I get lazy and let it pile for a while and the above is one such scenario. Yesterday, I realized that my fingers are starting to peel.. And it is a tad too dry. Ahh.. The perils of over-washing. The price to pay for motherhood. Someone (Jen) asked me.. Are you enjoying motherhood? How is it different? Actually, truth is.. No. I don’t quite enjoy motherhood. I don’t see the joy in it (yet). I miss my carefree life, but I can’t deny maternity leave rocks. I have…
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Random bits of my (non existent) life
Life as a mother has been nothing but a monotonous cycle… Of feeding, burping, changing diapers, putting baby to sleep, expressing milk, washing bottles and sterilizing them.. And when the cycle ends, before I could find the time to rest, the cycle starts again. How do people actually get any sleep in? There must be help from somewhere to make it possible. Everyone tells me to sleep when I can, I find it hard to find the time to do so! It’s been mentally draining because it means I don’t have time for myself at all, and when I do, I sit around stoning and find myself drifting off to…
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am boiling mad.
i think my son is drunk on milk. i really had enough of my mum stuffing milk into my son’s mouth ALL THE TIME. she is doing what, hourly feeds?! and she does it quietly without letting me know even though i am in the same house. just because i am in my own room and not in the sight of the baby all the time. and now, the damn baby is cranky the entire afternoon and refuses to be soothed and i don’t know what is wrong because my schedule/routine is all messed up by my damn mother. her words changes every damn day and i really had it…
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Bugging me at the back of my mind.
If there is ever a reason that I want my confinement to end like right now, it’s my bathroom. I.can’t.wait.to.give.it.a.good.scrub. It’s depressing. Seeing the gaps between the tiles turning yellow/brownish, and not being able to do a shit about. (ok, unless I boil tonnes of water and use that to wash the toilet but that’s totally crazy). Well, I could also wear boots and gloves to wash the toilet and scrub it clean but I think I will (1) get hell from my mum and (2) get depressed all over again the next time I bathe. The herbs water that I use to bathe stains my tiles, and of cos..…
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An encouraging quote.
Think of your baby as the bearer of a wonderful life challenge. After all, each of us has a host of lessons to learn in life, and we never know who or what is going to be the teacher. In this case, it’s your baby.Quote from Secrets of the Baby Whisperer. How apt. Anyway, thanks to hubby, I managed to do a 3-hr nap! Am still tired but much better. Why am I sucha a sleepyhead? Never seemed to be able to catch up with the sleep debt. Ok. Dinner time! Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.
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being a mother is just a thankless job.
15 days, i’m all ready to throw my jerry outta the window. from last night, he has been fussing non stop.. crying for extended periods of time.. my mum took over to soothe him after the husband lost his cool and started shouting at the baby and slamming the room door. the baby cried all night, the hubby slept all night. jerry finally stopped fussing at 8am this morning and went to take a precious 3 hr nap. i barely slept, my mum barely slept and today, we both are zombiefied creatures, but guess what? after he woke at 12+ for a feed, he has been CRANKY all over again…
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The hard truth.
Bump in train. Heavily pregnant but no one gave me a seat. Isn’t life a joke sometimes? I think SMRT should not fine people for eating/drinking in train. They should fine people who hog the reserved seat, for like the longest time, oblivious to their surroundings or people who pretend to sleep. Or see me but ignore. Sigh. The government should instill some policies on public transport too.. If not, how to promote growing birth rate? I’ll think twice if I want the next kid. Seriously, I have been fortunate that my hubby drives (thank goodness for company car!) else, I’ll frown and say no thanks to the next kid.…
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My week gone by..
As of today, I am in my 31st week! Time flies! errrmm.. Even though there are like 9 more weeks to D-day, I think it’s just gonna be earlier so it’s a tad scary when I try to envision it. These days, I don’t feel as good about myself anymore, bad hair days are often here (hair feels limp and flat), my face is pimple-ridden (and no thanks to the fact that I can’t put on my favourite pimple buster gel from clinique because it contains salicylic acid which is a pregnancy no-no), my nose is constantly red like Rudolph the reindeer, I can feel the cramps about to kick…
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Protected: of medical leave and weekends.
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Protected: life with beanie.
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