A thought and a random update.

I finally understand why a lot of mummy bloggers blogged and stopped halfway. The same thing goes for my mummy friends. Sometimes it’s not about time commitment to go write about something and periodically post it. It is more of thinking about what to write that will keep our little small group of readers interested. Every time I sat in front of my laptop wanting to write about¬†something, I stopped. Will what I write be interesting? Is it a good read, is anyone keen to read about what’s going in mine or Charley’s life, or if it’s helpful to anyone for that matter. I paused to rearrange my thoughts, I typed..and I erased all.

Yes, there are definitely those small groups of people who will google and accidentally chance upon my blog and read about something they wanted to find out. But I mean, if I dedicated a blog post to – Will eating blueberries with the skin on make your baby poop blueberry skins?¬†I’m not sure if my other readers will be interested but the answer is yes anyway. Babies can’t really digest those skins but it is perfectly fine to give in my opinion. I just slice the berries to make it smaller and easier on the tummy.

This is randomly one of those nights.

And I promise to be more active when my wifi is here as we’ve recently shifted into our new place!

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Someone commented that our place looked as if we have moved in for about 5 years. Now now, better than 10 years for a thought! With a baby, there will never be mess-free days in our house again but that’s totally fine with me. That’s what I define as organized mess.

More to come: Charley’s One Year Party

What I dislike the most.

The Baby Hogger – I personally think that the only people allowed to hog a baby are their parents. Yes, a baby is meant to be shared in a certain way. But constant hogging of a baby.. Can be quite a pain. I know of a dear friend whose you-know-who hogs her baby and bring the little kid into her own room, close the door and kept the baby off the sight of the mother. Or the scenarios where you tried to go into a room where your baby was taken to and you had to bear with nasty comments. Or cases where you passed your baby to let someone hold because they requested to. But when you ask to hold your baby back they commented that you are snatching your baby back. Yup, I roll-y my eyes yo.

The Inconsiderate bugger – you know the kind that talks really loud, the kind that slams the door, the kind you tell him/her that a baby is trying to sleep and they continue to talk at the top of their voice..You get my drift. Ever since I had little Charley, I made a conscious effort to minimize loud noises when she’s sleeping. I give her white noises but I don’t give her noises. There’s a difference in that. I made a mental note to myself to be extra considerate because I’ve once pressed the door bell to a dear friend’s home forgetting about the little one. Thank goodness the little prince continued to sleep soundly.

Those who conversations have double meanings – you know how some people make comments or talk about a certain something but actually means another? Like ‘shooting arrows right at your face’, or comment to baby but those words are actually meant for your ears? I told off someone regards to this before and it better don’t happen to another. This is almost equivalent to someone who shoots their mouth off without thinking. I rather you go shoot a bird.

The Advisor – so many people have been there done that. Sometimes your advices may be good, but sometimes just let the parents try their own method if they’ve already acknowledge your advices. I personally dislike advices which are repeatedly told to me. They made it like I had to do it their way. There is a different and modernized approach on how to raise a kid these days. Whatever worked in the past may not necessary work best in the current generation. Just saying.

The Commenter – ‘oh she’s biting this, it’s dirty!’ ‘Oh your baby is in pain!’ ‘Oh she wants me to carry her!’ I once went to NTUC to grab some groceries with my mum and a promoter took an interest in taking to me. She commented that Charley follows after me, being skinny and all. Once she learnt that I opted for caesarean she gave a disgusted look and ask me why I had gone for that. My reply to her was that I probably didn’t have enough energy to push. She continued to say caesarean causes two points of pain and it was better to go natural and I told her that it doesn’t matter how did the baby came out as long as she came out safe and healthy. I thought I’ve shut her for a bit but nope, the conversation didn’t just end here. She went on to say that ‘now you finally understand that it’s not easy being a mum once you’re a mum!’ I wanted to tell her that I didn’t have to be a mum to know. I already knew because I have a mum. Well, sometimes, just sometimes, keep your comments to yourself if they are non-constructive.

If I am whom I was in the past, I may not exactly hold my temper down and bear with these people listed above. But now I hold back myself because I am a role model to my kid. These people listed above are not the ones who are going to nurture your kid. They are not the ones who are going to take care of your kid. So, do what you deem best for your baby.

Update at 3.5 months old

So I have been busying myself with Charley that I have been neglecting my blog. Taking some time to indulge myself with some chocolate and catching up on some news and music while she sleeps peacefully beside me. As the tracks played in my ears, I am suddenly brought back the the days where Charley wasn’t born yet. Don’t get me wrong, I love having her with me now but of course, I also relished being single, being married with just the hubs and me and then now, being married with a kiddo.

I loved that certain songs brings back certain memories, be it a part of my life where I was just watching the days go by, the days where hubs was spinning at the club, the days I got my heart broken when I was younger or the days with my girls back in secondary school. I remembered that when Charley was still in my tummy, I indulged her with papa’s favorite breakbeats and my random song mixlist. I wonder what she will grow to love when she grows up… Is she going to be a pop song lover? A strictly breakbeats only like the papa? Or is she going to be a indie lover? We’ll definitely have to wait to find out.

Many of my friends may not understand why would having a kid makes me so busy..I imagined that without the help of my mum (or anyone for that matters), I may not exactly have the time to eat. On good days, if baby takes her naps well, I may have enough time to prepare the vegetables, poultry and cook some simple dishes for myself. Bad days…I figured I may have to carry her on my carrier like kangaroo while I scrub the fridge for something more instant. Right now, I am cutting some slack on myself with the help of my mum. Charley is 6kg now..and my mum gets tired after carrying her every 5 -10 mins that she passes the baby back to me after my 5 min break from carrying her for about 30 mins, trying to coax her to sleep. Carry and coax, not exactly the best habit to nurture but whatever that works for her works for us. As long as everyone gets to sleep ultimately.

Of course, I believe that when one is left to be independent on her own, she’ll learn how to manage. That day will come when our new place is here ..and i simply can’t wait.

Ramblings.

I find it totally fine being a worrywart for my child. Afterall I’m a first time parent and I should be given the chance to be extra attentive to my first (all) child. It’s not because the advices I’ve got from you guys ain’t fantastic. But how could you expect us to tone it down just because you’ve been there and done that? I don’t enjoy being worried but I find that it’s a process for all first time parents and well, we should be allowed to learn from our own experiences too isn’t it?

Just saying.