Lessons from being home alone with Little Foot

I unexpectedly spent three weeks at home with Little Foot without our helper who went on home leave,  and this gave me a lot of food for thought (although no bandwidth to pen them).

What I learned in my short term of being a SAHM without help really prompted me to write this to give my permanent SAHM friends a pat on the back.

1. Forget Hollywood and the Duchess
You know those photos of all those Hollywood stars like Angelina Jolie and our dear Princess Catherine spotted by Paparazzi all glam and chic and in control? Forget it. I didn’t even find time to style my hair (no way, you said?). Some days I’m looking half-mad/half – asleep walking up and down the corridor outside our unit rocking Little Foot incessantly in a carrier.

2. No one dies because the house is messy

I don’t understand the whole rationale behind why my helper rolls up the playmat (which weighs a bloody tonne!) everyday, sometimes more than once. Maybe over the years my mum has really drummed in the whole idea of how there must be a semblance of neatness (so all mess are hidden). I was happy to leave the mat and toys there. We go for a nap or a walk, we come back and I plonk Little Foot down on it. Afterall, the safest place is the floor now that she is quite a crawler and roller! Dealing with a baby who has separation anxiety, needs to be bathed, fed and entertained while my back killed me and I also need to eat and drink to stay alive and provide milk already made me feel like I need to clone myself. So please,  never judge a mama whose house is messy.  Rather use the make sure you didn’t feed your child a shoe and make her wear her cereal than try to pack toys which she will unpack in a blink.  Just prioritise.

3. It takes a village to raise a child.

I know it sounds cliché. It’s not. It’s a fact of life. In the second week as my back and stomach pangs deteriorated, and I start needing to catch my breath just washing a sippy cup, my siblings and mother, in addition to Daddy Long threw me a lot of lifelines. They checked on me via Whatsapp and calls. My bro-in-law and popped by to just help me carry Little Foot for awhile the one day I was afraid I wasn’t going to be ok, and my younger sister popped by to help out the next day. Daddy Long took many pockets of leave to chip in too. The best was my mum who took leave to accompany me and even cleaned and cooked.

4. It is okay to ask for help.

At first I was all fine and dandy, so the first week was all cosy rosy and Little Foot and I had a lot of fun bonding. Then as my back worsened and I started to worry (with scary images of me collapsed somewhere while my helpless baby crawled around and bawled her eyes out) about us being home alone, it took a lot for me to open my mouth and ask for help beyond the husband.

I beat myself up about it. All the “other mummies have been doing it, why I am so cannot make it?” self-reproaches playback in my head. On repeat mode.

And then I had to admit to myself I am not them. I have medical issues. I cannot be superwoman. And so I asked  and it wasn’t so bad. I love my family and we are very close. Isn’t that why mummies want more than one kid? So you can lean on each other?  I asked and they rose to the occasion as they always have for me.

5. Never let others decide how to deal with your child.

Three weeks I spent with my temperamental girl. I asked myself what went wrong.

I blame myself first… I carried her too much from birth (stupid colic!) And I continued to indulge her even after the colic had gone away. I also allowed my helper to respond faster than The Flash whenever Little Foot so much as squeaked, and I didn’t think all the chattering to her was wrong. The result? My 9 month old doesn’t know how to self- soothe or self-entertain,   fear separation and fear pockets of silence. Now this meant I have to talk to her, sing to her, and make eye contact ALL THE TIME. (Someone pass me the Woodbridge admission form please).

So in these three weeks,  we practised delayed gratification (Daddy is more firm on that one while I cave in a lot more). I made sure there was quiet time (it’s ok to let her sit and bite her toys while I stone and space out beside her), More importantly, I made sure of MEANINGFUL interaction. I pose questions to her like “What’s that sound?” And I provide replies and explanations about things “oh you hear that thunder? It’s going to rain! Rain is good as we all need water to drink…plants can grow, and then provide us with oxygen…” . We read books, and I sing her nursery rhymes and songs. I also spoke to her like a friend about my feelings. Some days she sat there wide-eyed and quiet when I felt down and emo. Yes, babies do feel and connect with mummies like that.

6. Things don’t always turn out the way we plan.

Never mind Plan A didn’t work.. Plan B, Plan C fails too. That is motherhood. It’s like how I attempted to bring Little Foot out for a walk more than twice. That day she spent pushing hard stools out the whole day…Each time we were supposedly ready, she would suddenly need to push something out. Crap… All plans are put of the window!

I think this applies to the current care giving arrangements too. Just need to keep adapting.

7. Mummies,  we push ourselves too hard.

I babywear Little Foot a lot. Too much.
I lose good sleep because we co-sleep and she wakes for milk a lot.
I spend her nap times thinking of her diet (what food to intro next) and how to make her bowel movements smoother… or what educational toys or baby gear to buy next.

Still not enough. And then I unconsciously compare with the other mummies who look like they are doing fine. And want to do more. So I guess I deserve to have my brought on my  lower back pain (old injuries plus a curved spine that too epidural), gastric pain and breathing issues.

At times, I need to check myself on the self-reproaches and just sing “Let It Go”…. play boo boo saliva with Little Foot and just giggle mindlessly with her.

8. Don’t belittle Daddy’s role.

Without Daddy Long, I would have gone off the rails on my downward spirals. Without Daddy Long and all the leave he took to help out, I cannot imagine how life would be when I cannot do so many things and really just want to lie down and rest inside of hang the laundry. He gave me a lot of extra time to sleep by bringing our little girl our for walks. And still had to endure my nitpicking, and listen to my fears (and my last words when I get all melodramatic).

My list could go on.

Motherhood is always a work in progress. See, 34 years on, my own mum finds it her responsibility to come and babysit me and my baby. I know she lost sleep worrying about me again. Not a vocation for the faint – hearted.

So, to my full time SAHM friends who have been coping alone, I don’t know how you do it, but you have my respect. Now that our dear helper is back, I can go back to my sane tai-tai sort of SAHM life again, but it won’t be the same anymore, because I now need to make sure the bad habits are kicked before I go back to work in 1.5 months’ time.  And oops…we both have greater separation anxiety now after having only each other to cling onto for so long.

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No one is an island

These three days have been particularly trying. I wasn’t sure which part of my body was the root cause – my back ached, my tummy felt strange, I couldn’t catch my breath,  and at some points I just wanted to lie down depressed and hope that was my last breath.

Grateful for family for throwing me several lifelines. They took turns to appear to help me with Little Foot… not easy because everyone has their own kids and are working.

I’m currently lying down with one koyok on my back. Earlier this evening we went to Ma Kuang at Toa Payoh Central for TCM treatment. Super happy that the acupuncture (either electric currents) gave me immediate relief on my back.  Also got four days of medicine till my next visit.

This whole episode really got me thinking about how I don’t have backup plans. .. and whether the current arrangements work.

Sighh… I’m no super mummy… and I feel guilty that I think of offloading my child to others, yet the reality is I cannot do this alone unless someone can miraculously fix me. Yet I don’t want to ever be held ransom by my circumstances.  Need to think harder and deeper.

Really, is this the best for Little Foot?

One of those nights…

After a busy weekend (as always), I have just jumped on my bed like it was a trampoline thrice in the last two hours. With Little Foot in my arms. Singing “Jesus loves me”.

Makes for a funny sight I’m sure, but my frustration at this disturbed sleep which has been occurring the last few days is real. 

I guess this is the sleep regression the other mummies speak about. Learning too many things in the day, being over-stimulated while out in the day, play too much in the day, all affects baby’s sleep. 

Although I’m resigned to the fate that she may not sleep through the night anytime in the near future (seems like a common problem for co-sleeping and direct-latching babies), this sudden wakes and bawl (with eyes shut) is really mentally, physically and emotionally trying. The only way to pacify her is to jump up and down on my bed like a mad woman. And then she falls into a fitful sleep in my arms. 

So now… second time with her asleep in my arms, sometimes fidgeting… going to be challenging to put her down without waking up.

One thing’s for sure. It is going to be a loooooong night.

Life without help

It is Day four of helper’s two weeks home leave… Actually the real challenge started on Monday since weekend the papa is around.

I’m already tired. Actually I’ve been tired for a long time.

I find I hard to explain to those who scoff at this remark. Why other stay at home mum’s (sahms) can do it, while I need a helper when I only have one baby.

It is too tiring to explain – especially when I know it’s not going to change their mind about how they judge me – that I have spinal issues and a poor health history. Yes, strong – willed people can also be sickly.

Even with help,  I have a mostly direct-latching breastfed baby which means no one can help me much when it comes to feeding, especially the night ones.

I envy those who can handle 1, 2 or even 3 kids on their own. How they do it is beyond me.

After every bath of Little Foot’s,   I just want to go somewhere and lie down / catch my breath. Remind myself each time “do not fall over or drop her!” I enjoy the bath times though… it’s one of those things I want to be able to do for her everyday.

Little Foot is quite the little explorer, but this time alone came at a period where I will be hit by sudden bouts of breathing issues… maybe it’s the haze, maybe it’s my backache. Naysayers will say it’s all in my head. Maybe it is?  So there will be little exploring to be done these two weeks. I feel apologetic about it, but safety first, I remind myself.

Two months left to return to work, yet I have not only not recuperated, but seemed to have deteriorated… It bothers me. Trying to take it as one of those hurdles in life…and just keep saying “for her sake, I must and I can go on”. And pray.

I wish I could do this singlehandedly without a sweat, just like others make motherhood look like a walk in the park, but the body is weak.  Now i can only hope to wing it with sheer grit.

Trust me, some days, it does get depressing when I think of how useless I am.

So to the next person who wants to judge me for being a sahm with maid. I pray each day to be able to watch my girl grow…. would you trade your good health for my broken body? If not, just zip it already.

And so.. 10 days to go before Aunty Lily is back… GOD, keep us safe ok?

Unconditionally

“Love is unconditional”.

In my youth,  I hear this A LOT from people around me. Movies and drama tout this… youngsters in puppy love want to find someone who love unconditionally.

I tell you, that “unconditional” state can only be achieved in a parent-child situation.

Think.  Would you put your nose to your  boyfriend’s ass to check if he took a crap? Would you wake up 10 times a night because your boyfriend is hungry/feeling cranky/need to go to the loo?

Motherhood makes me tired like a zombie, yet unable to sleep sometimes because I’m afraid she might wander off the bed if I KO. Motherhood makes me ready to take the hit if we should both fall and doing my best to prevent that fall from even happening in the first place… in essence, motherhood shifted my priority from me to her.

So to all the young girls out there…. (I was there once, a long time ago). Someone already loves you unconditionally. it’s the one who changed your diapers, fed you, protected you when you were a helpless little one. And with that confidence,  go ride a rainbow, chase your dreams, soar like an eagle. That’s when you will attract a partner who wants to take up the challenge of loving you more than your parents can.

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Little Foot with Papa Long on Sunday.

My simple 34th

I turned 34 while the nation celebrated its  Golden Jubilee birthday.

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Here’s me babywearing Little Foot with my birthday gift, the SG50 Exclusive Garden Bee Tula.

Unlike Singapore where it was all SG50 fever, mine was one of the more muted celebrations. I think as I grew older, I didn’t need a party to celebrate.  My kind of party this year? Family.

Becoming a mum and celebrating for the first time as a mummy, I realised the true meaning of a birthday is to say Thank You to the one who laboured for hours so that I could exist, and no better way than to spend it with her. I must thank my mum for making me that special National Day baby , so I never had to study or work on my birthday.

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My mummy & my baby.

This year’s wish is simple. I hope we can always be happily together.

Really, life’s priorities becomes simpler and clearer when one gets older. I guess I grew up :)!

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The most precious people to me.

So a happy birthday to me. Looking forward to the day Little Foot can wish me happy birthday personally and the day she hands me a birthday card / gift.

P.S. I do miss having a good drink on my birthday this year.

Shoutout to my dearest Panda Mummies

Little Foot turned 8 months old yesterday. Seems ept that my entry at this milestone be dedicated to a group of very special friends who has journeyed with me since the tail end of my pregnancy – The group of 12 mummies and 13 babies, we call ourselves the Panda Mummies.

We were there for each other from the day we hooked up to discuss our photoshoot. It was good to have someone who was going through the same phase in life… we all started to countdown and wait anxiously for “something to happen”. They cheered me on throughout my delivery (Yes, they were actively on Whatsapp with me while I was being hooked up to the epidural machine), stayed up together to chat while we nursed our babies/ pump milk, felt my pain as I encountered engorgements, hormonal screwups, shared advice and tips when I was at my wits end whenever something cropped up – baby dropping hair, baby poo poo, baby never poo poo, baby reject bottle, baby reject me, baby having fever.. baby wants to be carried all day… the list goes on and on. Where no one else understood,  they always did, or at least made me feel like I am not as mad as the world thought me to be.

Whenever I think of how a group of random strangers can get together because of 1 common factor – our babies were predicted to be born in the same month – I am amazed and extremely thankful.

So a BIG shoutout to my panda mummies group. Thanks for being my pillars of support in this journey.  We may be a subset of the huge Dec 14 mummies group, but this subset will always be the most special one to me.

We’ve had quite a few playdates, our pregnancy photoshoot and our babies’ 6mo photoshoot… may there be more milestones photoshoots and celebrations together!

Sarangheyo! 😚

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Our very first play date when the bubs were less than 2 months old.

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CNY 2015 “Keep Calm and Collect Ang Pow” playdate.

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SG50 Playdate at City Square Indoor Gym today.

To find a group of good friends at the ripe old age of 33 (I am 33 until I hit my birthday this Sunday!), I am indeed blessed.

That two loud thuds that cracked my heart

This morning at 34 Weeks and 1 Day, Little Foot fell off the bed. Thankfully she landed in a fortunate spot. Still, we wish we were more fortunate.

The mister had decided to place her beside me for morning feed and had gone to the living room to get his breather.

[Note — my brain never functions well between 6am to 930 am. That’s the time I’m dead to the world after pockets of night feeds.]

Apparently, she had gotten her feed, but she got bored and decided to explore the new-found side of the world. Only a few days ago, she finally figured out how to roll to her right. My guess is she was reaching for the much coveted aircon remote and the even more coveted handphones on that side table. So she fell off. Two loud thuds (probably something hit the side table first) woke me up and my heart cracked. I screamed and retrieved her. Luckily she landed on her Daddy’s big buckwheat pillow on the Totoro futon that he’s been camping on.

She cried for about a minute, latched for comfort and then moved on. How nice that babies can forgive easily. I was left pondering why it happened, why no one placed a bolster there. And I spent the day searching for a bump or looking out for any signs that she might be hurt more than we realised.

Well, here’s her at music class today.

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Completely energetic. And feisty as usual. She even mastered arms out in carrier today, and found a new fetish for the texture and sound of plastic bags. So we can safely say she’s feeling good.

I guess this marks the start of Little Foot’s Adventures around the house and into the world…. and a signal to really try to finish babyproofing the place asap.

Daddy as usual could still say jokingly that we should make her a milestone card that says “Today I rolled off the bed for the first time”.

At times like this, I know whether to laugh or cry. May be easier to strangle him and make him a milestone card for it too. Hmmph!

Little Foot is ill

Little Foot has fallen ill…

The inevitable had to take place, yet when it happens, as a parent, I can’t help but blame myself for my poor decision – making… for not being kiasu enough… sighh… As a parent, the most heartache moments is seeing your child cry in pain. It tugs at all your organs and your very soul. I want to cry when I hugged Little Foot and told her it’s alright when inside, I don’t know whether it is. Over and over, I apologised for her plight. Long has been quiet about it, but his face and one liner “it was your choice” said too much. It was my fault…. and he’s disappointed. Trust me, so am I.

When a child is sick, blame games doesn’t work much for her. I have to remind myself, let’s tackle this bug first.

Everyone speaks of how good breastfeeding is for the baby’s immunity and health. So we have been blessed to only have encountered colic and bouts of tummy ache related to her sensitive digestive system. And constipation as we started solid foods.

I’ve kept her mostly at home, rather than run out on a whim, because I know there’s a viral thing going around. Some of the other Dec babies have already caught it on and off. We haven’t managed to get her insurance because we needed to be discharged officially from KKH for her neck issue first. So yes, I have tried to be careful.

So we were completely caught off guard, when after celebrating her 2 bouts of poo on Sunday night, the shit just kept coming on Monday (6 soiled diapers). Tuesday morning was decision – making time again. Wait for PD appt scheduled for afternoon? Or run to another PD in the morning. She had already had 3 soiled diapers times by 10am.  By then, I’ve spent the night asking myself what did I do wrongly and beating myself up over it. Mentally exhausted. In the end, Long decided for me. Just wait for the afternoon appointment.  We killed time by cutting fingernails and playing as I kept staring at the clock.

Eventually, PD’s diagnosis confirmed my nagging suspicion. It’s viral.

So I cancelled on the playdate this Saturday.  I will also have to see if she’s completely recovered for baby Kylie’s Man Yue party next Sunday.

I won’t be playing the blame game anymore. All I ask is that as parents, please always be very kiasu, both for your child’s and other children’s sakes.  I took an assurance that it wasn’t contagious at face value, and my poor baby is paying the price for it. I can’t help but be angry. The old me would have smashed my bedroom in anger and coupled it with my fanciful vocabulary of swear words, but the me now, as a mummy, that’s not my privilege to do so anymore. Tackle the problem and the virus first.  Get angry? No time.

Welcome to motherhood, with all the bells and whistles, kinks and knots.

My only consolation?  Hey, this is her first time fall sick. At 7.5 mths old, it’s quite a decent record considering that Mummy has almost zero immunity. (Oh yes at this point, the virus has also attacked my sinus and respiratory system. Fml.)

It is Sweet Seven today!

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7mths old today! I’m always the excited mama whenever it’s time to take out another milestone card.

Let’s see… in the past month,  we’ve seen Little Foot making more noise….. always ‘tatatatataaaa” and some softer sounds as well. She’s more steady with sitting up now and yes she figured out how to flip back after she flips on her tummy.

The past month, we’ve spent a lot of time alone together thanks to my mum’s kitchen renovations. Makes a me tired and happy mama all at the same time!

This few weeks we went for the big Dec Mummies 6 mth old party, we’ve also gone for the Panda mummies & babies group photoshoot yesterday. Indeed, being SAHM and having things to fill up my time now, I kind of forget that I will need to return to the “battlefield” come Nov. (Try not to think about it).

Thought its time to write about our situation coping with the constipation due to weaning. I keep feeling like the clock is ticking while I’m still banging around figuring out this whole baby weaning gig. (..And we thought life would be smooth once we outgrew colic?!!)

Baby’s had three bouts of constipation (and I’m talking about “9 days no poopoo” kind of scale) already and I’m getting a little disheartened. I hope while we take it slow, she won’t become malnutritioned!

What peeves me is that Little Foot wants to eat and I have to be the bad guy that says no! She’s exactly how my mum described me as a baby….milk and food comes she cannot wait. She sees her milk bottle or bowl, she’ll immediately start banging and making noise, signalling “give it to me now!”. She stares without blinking when she sees us eating,  she would try to reach out to grab the food, and her mouth would move too. And everything we’ve fed her, cereal, carrot puree, papaya puree, even jar prune puree she wallops them down.  I feel so sad for her…. she’s ready for food  but her tummy isn’t quite ready, and I haven’t found the magic pill that would help her poo poo. Even papaya and prunes did nothing for her T_T

I’ve also carried her to baby TCM massage at Yu Guo for 4 sessions over the past 3 weeks. The whole “it takes time” thing about TCM is just too slow for my liking, but yes despite a backache, I carrier her in the Tula all the way on the train there on 2 occasions. While I do find the massage helpful in reducing her bloating and helping her break wind,  what I don’t quite like about Yu Guo, despite its popularity among mummies and grannies, is the fact that each visit I may not get the same sinseh. We’ve been there four times, I’ve repeated my story four times, and the advice on a) what and how much food to give and b) how frequently I should go back for follow up is always different.  Imagine, I was told by one sinseh, “come back at least 7 sessions consecutively” and I diligently babywore her there for 2 days in a row, only to be told by the next sinseh “no need so frequent, once a week enough”. My thought bubble at that point was this “wah lau eh! WTF?!!” bubble!

Before TCM, I obviously did the kiasee mama move of visiting the PD.  He gave us three suppository pills to standby, and we’ve used the last dose today after we had another 9 days no poo situation after last Saturday’s celebration over getting our first unassisted diaper full of crap in almost a month. Next time must remind myself not to jinx things by celebrating.

So yes, yet another hurdle for Little Foot to overcome..goodbye colic hello constipation.  Little Foot needs to grow stronger fast! All the yummy food are waiting for you to taste them!