My first days as a SAHM to two under three

Mum left last night. It was a new day and thank goodness the toddler had slept through the night as it was the first time ever someone wasn’t there to stop her from coming into our room.

At half past seven she comes in with a sheepish grin and I pass the baby to my husband to prepare to cuddle her. Something wasn’t right. She smelled of poo! She hadn’t had an accident for over a month! But I guess whilst she’s in deep sleep it doesn’t count. Unfortunately she’s stuck her fingers in the diaper since the accident too. On that first morning I was sent off on a wild goose chase after her trail of things she’s touched, after I had stuck her in the shower to hose her down.

Sheets changed on both her bed and ours, I settled down to read with and to feed my baby, and I still find poo on her. On her ear where she’d scratched it. I also find some later on in the day. To top it all off, sometime that morning, when the baby was crying I saw to my horror the toddler stuck her index finger into her mouth to pacify her! I hope I had gotten out all the traces of faeces from that finger.

Crappy morning aside, I tried unsuccessfully to make pizza that day as Fridays were usually pizza night. First I forgot the yeast in the dough so it was added as an after thought. Then I forgot to get the salami and pepperoni so unless I was making margheritas for dinner, it just wouldn’t cut it. We ended up with a Tuscan sausage soup for dinner.

The toddler wouldn’t nap, which meant that I couldn’t get too much rest myself. But she did surprise me with loads of independent play ( amazing what games some silicone cupcake mounds can inspire in a toddler’s mind) so that I managed to get a few Black Friday deals and make our meals. For our trip out for the day, I tried to do our weekly shop with the toddler and bub in tow. I thought it may be challenging but Ms 2 yr 8 mths proved to be the best little helper. She managed to pull the trolley around the shop, piling it with groceries, then she unloaded it onto the conveyor belt and subsequently loaded them into the pram’s shopping basket after they’d been scanned through and paid for. Amazing effort!

Just as I am struggling through the day with sleep deprivation and the onset of a cold, the toddler brings me a cup of pretend tea which really warms the cockles of my heart.






That evening I looked forward to crawling into bed at nine pm when the toddler’s gone to bed. Mr Hea was tasked with the bedtime feed for the baby. What could possibly go wrong?

He doesn’t screw the bottle on properly and my expressed milk all comes spilling out as soon as he’s put it in. He then pulls out formulae and proceeds to feed her on our bed whilst catching up with me on the day. Before I know it, our baby is throwing up on the new sheets because she has taken the formula too quickly and it is too heavy for her. Mr HEA hasn’t bothered to use the hand towel I had suggested he use as a bib so I am dragged out of bed to change the baby and the sheets again. As the husband tries to hurry me back to bed, grabbing the bub, he bobs her head on the cupboard and she doesn’t like it. Just in case this doesn’t round up the brilliant day, the onesie I’ve grabbed off the pile for my baby announces,”My Mummy thinks she’s in charge. That's cute.”

I think I’ve been owned.

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Re: Babies

Reading your mum's email, when she says "you must be firm and calm to receive all the stress given to you", I think she's saying that whatever she and other people say, it is YOU who must be strong-willed eonugh to make your own decisions and handle the stress.
~Mr. HEA~

I think I posted during Mother's Day that I have been rather upset with mum over all that pressure for me to have a child or three soon. Darling Mr.HEA had been helping soothe me down and helping me enjoy the trip ahead of me.

And truth be told it hasn't been an easy feat, but the magic of one taking it as a joke and the brushing off lightly of a serious topic slices tension like a knife through butter. I was back in KL and Mum demanded for grandchildren again as usual so I placed these freaky babies in her palm and told her to take very good care of them.

I suppose it is just as hard for them to make these demands as it is for us to disappoint them. In a way, they only want what is good for us and they are afraid to hear that the reasons may be that we are struggling, be it financially or health-wise. So, whilst I used to find it a probing and detested the question, I think I have risen above it all and am now able to cope better. There are worse things in life to focus your energy on than being angry with people who really care about you.

Baby shower

There are just so many Dragon babies due this year! I went to a baby shower on Saturday and it was loads of fun and very very well organised. I just couldn't help wanting to share the cutesy pics I took.

Aren't these the cutest lanterns you've ever saw?

The best parties always have cupcakes. And these were baby cakes



Learning how to swaddle a baby



Our little handmade take home goodie. *Swoon*