The weekend was tough. The following is a list of the things we have to give up as a result of Miss Fuss-A-Lot:
1. Catching Superman Return (We got tickets for the evening show on Saturday.)
2. Getting a haircut (Wil's been needing a haircut for the longest time.)
3. Meeting family lunch/dinner (Weekend ritual for the longest time already.)
4. Sampling food at the Isetan Hokkaido Fair (An event that promises endless choices of Japanese goodies. Think Taraba crabs, Sapporo beer, Dango rice cakes and my fav, Manju cakes.)
5. Watching World Cup with the old guards, young punks and bookies at the coffee shop
Little Miss Sim turned into one cranky tyrant over the weekend. On Saturday night, she conquered the ZZZ Monster and was looking for people (namely yours sincerely, Wil and Auntie Lorne) to socialise with. With much coaxing, she withdrew her advances and had a bit of a shut eye. It was 3.15 am when Miss Needs-To-Feed announced to the One-Who-Provides (yours truly again) it was time. When aroused at such an ungodly hour, Rule #1-Distract the baby with something else, namely patting and shush-hing for 10 – 15 minutes. Should have known, Miss Needs-To-Feed-NOW protested louder. Ok, ok… It’s time. Keeping an eye on the clock, I thought it was unusual as that night, she was feeding for a much longer time – she must be hungry. Nope. She puked. That was the first time I saw the kid puke… Oh... My aching heart. It was my fault to let her feed for so long. How terrible was it to see the kid puke. And to clean her up. Then the mess. But you know what, the kid was smiling almost immediately after projecting out her feed.
I learnt that at the end of the day, we must know that we are doing everything we could to make her a contented baby.Labels: list, milk, motherhood, sick |
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