I wonder if i am the only parent who constantly face a power struggle between myself and my child. Recently, XH has becomes really whiny. Maybe she knows what is right or wrong, but she is determined to stand her ground and refuses to be bossed around. Of course she has her own free will too. While i know that what i am doing as a parent is good for her, to make her feel secure and happy, it is really energy sucking when she is defiant and throw tantrums.
Examples of the common: Told her not to touch this and she grabs it tight in her hands. Well, the forbidden fruit is priceless. While i try to explain the reason why and offered another item to her, she rejected and started to whine.
Another example is when i bathe her. She will continue to play in the bathroom and let the water run non-stop even when she is done with her shower. And when i try to coax her to stop, she scowls with lips pouted. I had to pull her out and so she started her crying and kicking again. While i know that such struggle would put a crack in the relationship with my child if it is extended over a period of time, i find it hard to always nurture a loving relationship with her though i am aware that it should be the first and foremost. Spare the rod and spoil the child.
However i am still so thankful to God for bringing XH into our lives, despite the challenging conditions i have to face while she was in my womb 2 years ago. I can vividly recollect since the day i became preggy, i have to visit the gynae's clinc every week for 3 months instead of the normal monthly visit to get my constant supply of hormone pills and injections and utrasound scans just to stabilise the foetus. I lived in fear every other day that i might lose her due to spotting and bleeding or other missing symptoms. I was so relieved and delighted on the day i delivered her.
So isn't this contrary that when our kids were still zygotes or foetuses in our bodies, we prayed hard for a healthy baby. When they were born, we fret about how naughty and defiant they are, sigh and be discontent when they are not behaving well or the way we want them to be. Hmm, i think it is time for us to count our blessings instead of woes at times like that.
I love my baby so much. For now i learn to cherish every simple little moment in life with her that are so easily forgotten, before she grows up quickly right before my eyes.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
The Tot's Act of late
Ever since XH (in short Bernice) fell sick 2 weeks ago, with upper respiratory tract infection, she fusses over every single little thing. She will start wailing for hours with all her might for no particular reason, leaving me drained of all strength. And the worst of all is she doesn't want to let daddy console or carry her, she only wants ME! Imagine coming back from a day's of work, dead from my feet, i have to deal with her hysterical cries, incessable tantrums and whatever nonsense she threw at me. I get screamed at her frequently and "tortures" me for her own amusement. And late at night, i am not able to have restful sleep. She yells out of a sudden when she is already asleep and continues till her tears dried up! I endure the day with only that 3-4 hours of sleep every night. Sometimes i really wish that i can cast her aside, yet i know that i am responsible for her life, her well-being. For now, my love for her is unconditional, nobody has yet made me feel that way. I swear i will give my life for her.
x x x x x x x x
On a happier note, sometimes, when i look at XH, i think she is actually a 20 year-old adult trapped in a tiny 20-months old's body. =_= For example:
When she sees that there are bits and pieces of tissues on the floor, she sweeps the floor till it is spick-and-span, carefully emptying all the contents in the dustpan into the dustbin.
She is too observant for her age, pointing to a tiny mango hanging from a big mango tree outside our house. She notices light flashing from the headlight of a bicycle from a far distance.
She directs me to her lost pillow lying beside a camouflaged toy in the store room.
She improvises new lyrics and tunes to songs to suit new occasion. She sings: Rain, rain, go "gai gai" take umbrella.. when actually it should be Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day. Another one is : London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, my friend uncle?!
When she sees that my hair turns messy, quickly she grabs a comb and comb through my hair. After that she says :"nice, nice." :D
Honestly, sometimes i don't know what to say about her (-_-)
x x x x x x x x
On a happier note, sometimes, when i look at XH, i think she is actually a 20 year-old adult trapped in a tiny 20-months old's body. =_= For example:
When she sees that there are bits and pieces of tissues on the floor, she sweeps the floor till it is spick-and-span, carefully emptying all the contents in the dustpan into the dustbin.
She is too observant for her age, pointing to a tiny mango hanging from a big mango tree outside our house. She notices light flashing from the headlight of a bicycle from a far distance.
She directs me to her lost pillow lying beside a camouflaged toy in the store room.
She improvises new lyrics and tunes to songs to suit new occasion. She sings: Rain, rain, go "gai gai" take umbrella.. when actually it should be Rain, Rain, go away, come again another day. Another one is : London bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down. London bridge is falling down, my friend uncle?!
When she sees that my hair turns messy, quickly she grabs a comb and comb through my hair. After that she says :"nice, nice." :D
Honestly, sometimes i don't know what to say about her (-_-)
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
The Day of A SAHM
Last week, as mum-in-law went for a one week holiday, i had to take leave to look after the little munchkin. It was then that i realised how being a SAHM (aka stay-at-home-mum)was like. Strangely, it wasn't the first time i took long leave to look after my baby, but i totally felt different this time round. There are many misconceptions about stay home mummies. First and foremost, i do not have the luxury of time. The day goes like this:
8.00am-9.00am: The little terror wakes up crying (9 out of 10 times). Console and cuddle her for about 15 mins to settle her.
9.30am: I brushed my teeth and wash up before making her cereal to eat. Went after her in order to feed her while she uses her boundless energy to play.
10.00am: Bring her out for morning walk downstairs, sometimes to the playground (if weather permits).
10.45am: Shower her and dress her (dressing her takes a toil too). Prepare ingredients for maid to cook lunch.
11.00am: Engage in playing toys or ball or sings to her.
11.30-12.00pm: Make her milk and feed her. Continue with play.
1.00pm: She takes her nap which i rejoice much. Yippee! I sort out bills that need to be paid, and whatever that needs to be done. Cut the little girl's nails(bcos she doesn't let me do it when she's awake), take my lunch, shit, rest by indulging in some TV watching or surfing the net and taking a catnap if the little one still hasn't wake up.
2.30pm-3.00pm: (depending on the duration of her sleep) Wakes up crying (again 9 out of 10 times). Make her milk and feed her.
3.30pm: Playtime again. Bring out her box of toys for her to explore and play. She roams round the house with me stalking her. I also start preparing her dinner.
4.30pm: Bring her out for nature walk in the park near our house, and to the playground. She runs, climbs, goes down the slides, looks at the water in the drain (i don't know why she likes it so much) and whatever she wants to do, all with me chasing after her!
5.30pm: Bring her home and clean her up lightly.
6.00pm: Feed her dinner (with cajoling).
6.30pm: Shower and change her.
7.00pm: The family goes out for dinner and do a bit of shopping.
9.30pm: Come home, make her milk and feed her. Sometimes the little girl falls asleep after finishing her milk, otherwise she roams the house with or without toys till she feels sleepy.
10.30pm: Tuck her into bed and change her diapers. She usually falls asleep by 11.00pm to 11.30pm (depending on how active she is).
11.00pm: I do whatever chores that needs to be done such as washing milk bottles, measuring out milk formula into container and packing up the toys left behind by the little girl. Wash up to prepare to go to bed.
11.30pm: Collapse into my beloved bed. Lights out.
2.00am-4.00am: Awake by her sudden cries (not all times). Get up to settle her cries , otherwise the following continue.
6.00am: Make her milk and feed her while she is sleeping.
6.30am: I go back to bed and the whole cycle repeats.
I used to think that a SAHM can do anything they like becos they have all the time at home to do what they want to do but i was so wrong. And to think that i have already minus off the housework and cooking becos i have a helper, if not i think i would end up dead.
Till now, i am sure that i am not ready for this 24/7 kind of committment yet. I am always trying to be a good mummy but how to define a really good mummy, i seriously don't know. So being a working mum is still a better choice for me. SAHM maybe when i am rich enough to be a tai-tai or morphed into an "obasan."
However her cheery smile takes away my fatigue at the end of the day :)
8.00am-9.00am: The little terror wakes up crying (9 out of 10 times). Console and cuddle her for about 15 mins to settle her.
9.30am: I brushed my teeth and wash up before making her cereal to eat. Went after her in order to feed her while she uses her boundless energy to play.
10.00am: Bring her out for morning walk downstairs, sometimes to the playground (if weather permits).
10.45am: Shower her and dress her (dressing her takes a toil too). Prepare ingredients for maid to cook lunch.
11.00am: Engage in playing toys or ball or sings to her.
11.30-12.00pm: Make her milk and feed her. Continue with play.
1.00pm: She takes her nap which i rejoice much. Yippee! I sort out bills that need to be paid, and whatever that needs to be done. Cut the little girl's nails(bcos she doesn't let me do it when she's awake), take my lunch, shit, rest by indulging in some TV watching or surfing the net and taking a catnap if the little one still hasn't wake up.
2.30pm-3.00pm: (depending on the duration of her sleep) Wakes up crying (again 9 out of 10 times). Make her milk and feed her.
3.30pm: Playtime again. Bring out her box of toys for her to explore and play. She roams round the house with me stalking her. I also start preparing her dinner.
4.30pm: Bring her out for nature walk in the park near our house, and to the playground. She runs, climbs, goes down the slides, looks at the water in the drain (i don't know why she likes it so much) and whatever she wants to do, all with me chasing after her!
5.30pm: Bring her home and clean her up lightly.
6.00pm: Feed her dinner (with cajoling).
6.30pm: Shower and change her.
7.00pm: The family goes out for dinner and do a bit of shopping.
9.30pm: Come home, make her milk and feed her. Sometimes the little girl falls asleep after finishing her milk, otherwise she roams the house with or without toys till she feels sleepy.
10.30pm: Tuck her into bed and change her diapers. She usually falls asleep by 11.00pm to 11.30pm (depending on how active she is).
11.00pm: I do whatever chores that needs to be done such as washing milk bottles, measuring out milk formula into container and packing up the toys left behind by the little girl. Wash up to prepare to go to bed.
11.30pm: Collapse into my beloved bed. Lights out.
2.00am-4.00am: Awake by her sudden cries (not all times). Get up to settle her cries , otherwise the following continue.
6.00am: Make her milk and feed her while she is sleeping.
6.30am: I go back to bed and the whole cycle repeats.
I used to think that a SAHM can do anything they like becos they have all the time at home to do what they want to do but i was so wrong. And to think that i have already minus off the housework and cooking becos i have a helper, if not i think i would end up dead.
Till now, i am sure that i am not ready for this 24/7 kind of committment yet. I am always trying to be a good mummy but how to define a really good mummy, i seriously don't know. So being a working mum is still a better choice for me. SAHM maybe when i am rich enough to be a tai-tai or morphed into an "obasan."
However her cheery smile takes away my fatigue at the end of the day :)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Careless Mommy
Haven't been writing for a while, i blamed it on my chronic sleep deprivation which partially cloud my brain for remembering some stuffs. Ahem, this seems to be always the best excuse for my forgetfulness and lack of motivation to do something. Bleah.
Well, the fact is that of late, i haven't been to any interesting places nor do any exciting things with my little munchkin that warrant my attention. All we did was to entertain each other with inanimated toys and sometimes engaged in pretend play. What humdrum lifestyle we have, u must be thinking.
At 17 months old, this toddler of mine is getting highly active. So active that I can hardly manage her. Sometimes i even worry that she will suffer from "Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder" (ADHD). (O well, maybe too much toxins have gotten to my head already). By not paying enough attention on her, some accidents could have occur. This was what happened.
The day began unevenfully and almost ended uneventfully too till we came back from dinner. It was a Saturday. While waiting for the lift to our home, the little girl as usual was in her exploration mode, seeing and touching lift buttons and whatever nonsense she could find around her. The lift came and we went in. The little imp was running in circles in the lift while i tried to dish out my house keys. All of a sudden she dashed out to reach for the alarm bell button, and in a split second i saw her fingers caught in the lift door frame as the door slid opened at that time. I freaked out. My first instinct was to pull her hand out, but by doing that could hurt her more, so i stopped and stood aghast at the sight of her screams and cries. Daddy quickly pried open the thick door with all his strength to make way for her fingers. The sliding door disclosed a tiny clear space, which is enough for me to quickly pull her fingers out. I hugged her and pat her fingers in the midst of her hysterical cry which i supposed the whole block of residents could have heard her.
Back into our home, the little girl still could not stop crying despite all we have done to console her. I hastily made her milk and fed her. Only then did she settled down and soon fell aslept. While she was sleeping, i examined her fingers and found that her index and middle finger were red swollen with a very slight "dent". I was then very worried whether the incident could have fractured her fingers and i really hate myself for my lack of vigilant attention and supervision towards her. On hindsight, I remembered that this is not the first accident that happened to her. She was at the playground running near the monkey bars when an older boy jumped off from the playgound equipment and hence hit her right on the face (or head? it happened too fast for me to see.) Again, i was careless an dcould have prevented it if i was near her. On another occasion, on the day i was feeling very depressed over the loss of my unborn baby, the little girl was playing with daddy's tubes which were made of glass coated with mercuric oxide internally. I was too distracted to supervise her and hence she picked up two tubes and hit against one another. In a short time, i heard a breaking sound and saw the girl holding the tubes in both her hands. Of of a sudden, i was slapped back to reality, i quickly removed the broken tubes from her hands in the nick of time to prevent any cuts from chemical poisoning!
Above all of these incidents, I had reminded myself time and again never ever to leave this child of mine unattended at any time. Most accidents can be prevented with proper precautions. As a parent, i know that i need to provide a safe environment for my child even at my own home. The lift door accident definitely serves as a wake-up call for me. All because i am not alert enough and usually slow in response, i certainly hope that there will not be any more accidents that may cause hurt or injuries to the little girl, for it may be too high a price for me to pay!
Well, the fact is that of late, i haven't been to any interesting places nor do any exciting things with my little munchkin that warrant my attention. All we did was to entertain each other with inanimated toys and sometimes engaged in pretend play. What humdrum lifestyle we have, u must be thinking.
At 17 months old, this toddler of mine is getting highly active. So active that I can hardly manage her. Sometimes i even worry that she will suffer from "Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder" (ADHD). (O well, maybe too much toxins have gotten to my head already). By not paying enough attention on her, some accidents could have occur. This was what happened.
The day began unevenfully and almost ended uneventfully too till we came back from dinner. It was a Saturday. While waiting for the lift to our home, the little girl as usual was in her exploration mode, seeing and touching lift buttons and whatever nonsense she could find around her. The lift came and we went in. The little imp was running in circles in the lift while i tried to dish out my house keys. All of a sudden she dashed out to reach for the alarm bell button, and in a split second i saw her fingers caught in the lift door frame as the door slid opened at that time. I freaked out. My first instinct was to pull her hand out, but by doing that could hurt her more, so i stopped and stood aghast at the sight of her screams and cries. Daddy quickly pried open the thick door with all his strength to make way for her fingers. The sliding door disclosed a tiny clear space, which is enough for me to quickly pull her fingers out. I hugged her and pat her fingers in the midst of her hysterical cry which i supposed the whole block of residents could have heard her.
Back into our home, the little girl still could not stop crying despite all we have done to console her. I hastily made her milk and fed her. Only then did she settled down and soon fell aslept. While she was sleeping, i examined her fingers and found that her index and middle finger were red swollen with a very slight "dent". I was then very worried whether the incident could have fractured her fingers and i really hate myself for my lack of vigilant attention and supervision towards her. On hindsight, I remembered that this is not the first accident that happened to her. She was at the playground running near the monkey bars when an older boy jumped off from the playgound equipment and hence hit her right on the face (or head? it happened too fast for me to see.) Again, i was careless an dcould have prevented it if i was near her. On another occasion, on the day i was feeling very depressed over the loss of my unborn baby, the little girl was playing with daddy's tubes which were made of glass coated with mercuric oxide internally. I was too distracted to supervise her and hence she picked up two tubes and hit against one another. In a short time, i heard a breaking sound and saw the girl holding the tubes in both her hands. Of of a sudden, i was slapped back to reality, i quickly removed the broken tubes from her hands in the nick of time to prevent any cuts from chemical poisoning!
Above all of these incidents, I had reminded myself time and again never ever to leave this child of mine unattended at any time. Most accidents can be prevented with proper precautions. As a parent, i know that i need to provide a safe environment for my child even at my own home. The lift door accident definitely serves as a wake-up call for me. All because i am not alert enough and usually slow in response, i certainly hope that there will not be any more accidents that may cause hurt or injuries to the little girl, for it may be too high a price for me to pay!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Innocence is Bliss
Some interesting happenings during the past weeks which really amused me:
One day whilst Bernice and i were waiting for a cab to go to grandma's house, i noticed the little girl actually raised one arm as if she was trying to flag down every single cab that passed by (maybe she is able to differentiate between a car and a cab just short of not knowing the differences of what the green and red sign on top of the cab means.) Well, we have been travelling in a cab each time we went out, maybe that explains why as she observes and imitates my actions each time round. Can u picture that? So after we entered the cab and the cab cruised for about 5 minutes when suddenly the liitle girl whispered "neh neh." Huh? My fear came, before i can react to anything, she said it in a much louder tone, "NEH NEH!!" with an accusing finger pointing at the cab driver who is none other than an old indian man. The cab driver must have found it amusing as he turned around and gave a wide smile.
(=_=")
On many other occasions, the little girl seems to be able to recognize our different races. Whenever we walked past an indian man, woman or even a child, she will inevitably utter "neh neh" either audible enough just for my ears or exclaim loud enough for people within earshot.
There was once when we were in a lift. The inside of the lift door is in the form of a mirror. All were silent. She restlessly looked around her and quickly captured the reflection of an indian man standing beside me. As expected, she pointed at the man and shouted, "NEH NEH!"
Immediately, you will noticed some people hiding their smiles in the reflection. Well, at least the word "neh neh" is not something offensive, rather it is a meaning of "brother", so not yet a situation whereby i need to dig a hole in the ground and hide there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One day i decided to train Bernice to throw unwanted stuff into the dustbin. So after a few pieces of waste paper was delightfully torn by her, i said: " Now throw all the papers into the dustbin." She turned around to look at me once, her eyes lighted up and in a second, she scooted off with one waste paper to throw into the dustbin. Then she clapped her hands telling me in a way that she has done a good job. I was immediately beaming inside me and proud of myself that i had achieved my purpose effortlessly. Soon, after all the pieces of papers on the floor were religiously thrown by her, she came back to the same spot and realised that there was no more for her. Then she waved her hand and said, "no more..." I said to her as i bend to tidy up some toys on the floor, "Ok, before we go to bed, we need to....." Before i could finish my sentence, she picked up one of her toys on the floor and proceed to throw into the dustbin! To and fro, she repeated this despite me stopping her and seeing me taking back every single toy that she threw. Poooof, I decided to put an end to my exhaustion by putting an end to this. I held her up and proceeded to the bedroom. It is bedtime!
Such acts would have gone undetected or mean nothing for some people, but they greatly perked up a dull day of mine:)
One day whilst Bernice and i were waiting for a cab to go to grandma's house, i noticed the little girl actually raised one arm as if she was trying to flag down every single cab that passed by (maybe she is able to differentiate between a car and a cab just short of not knowing the differences of what the green and red sign on top of the cab means.) Well, we have been travelling in a cab each time we went out, maybe that explains why as she observes and imitates my actions each time round. Can u picture that? So after we entered the cab and the cab cruised for about 5 minutes when suddenly the liitle girl whispered "neh neh." Huh? My fear came, before i can react to anything, she said it in a much louder tone, "NEH NEH!!" with an accusing finger pointing at the cab driver who is none other than an old indian man. The cab driver must have found it amusing as he turned around and gave a wide smile.
(=_=")
On many other occasions, the little girl seems to be able to recognize our different races. Whenever we walked past an indian man, woman or even a child, she will inevitably utter "neh neh" either audible enough just for my ears or exclaim loud enough for people within earshot.
There was once when we were in a lift. The inside of the lift door is in the form of a mirror. All were silent. She restlessly looked around her and quickly captured the reflection of an indian man standing beside me. As expected, she pointed at the man and shouted, "NEH NEH!"
Immediately, you will noticed some people hiding their smiles in the reflection. Well, at least the word "neh neh" is not something offensive, rather it is a meaning of "brother", so not yet a situation whereby i need to dig a hole in the ground and hide there.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - -
One day i decided to train Bernice to throw unwanted stuff into the dustbin. So after a few pieces of waste paper was delightfully torn by her, i said: " Now throw all the papers into the dustbin." She turned around to look at me once, her eyes lighted up and in a second, she scooted off with one waste paper to throw into the dustbin. Then she clapped her hands telling me in a way that she has done a good job. I was immediately beaming inside me and proud of myself that i had achieved my purpose effortlessly. Soon, after all the pieces of papers on the floor were religiously thrown by her, she came back to the same spot and realised that there was no more for her. Then she waved her hand and said, "no more..." I said to her as i bend to tidy up some toys on the floor, "Ok, before we go to bed, we need to....." Before i could finish my sentence, she picked up one of her toys on the floor and proceed to throw into the dustbin! To and fro, she repeated this despite me stopping her and seeing me taking back every single toy that she threw. Poooof, I decided to put an end to my exhaustion by putting an end to this. I held her up and proceeded to the bedroom. It is bedtime!
Such acts would have gone undetected or mean nothing for some people, but they greatly perked up a dull day of mine:)
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
I Love My Baby!
Sometimes i wonder to myself how such a lovely baby came from me, though many times her defiance and hyper-activeness drive me nutz. I might be one of those uninteresting or un-funniest, passive and stepford person on earth, but she seems to be the complete opposite of me. Well maybe she takes some of the daddy's genes, but definitely with her own persona.
She is adorable and i love her so when i first held her in my arms on 2 may 2008.
She is adorable and i love her so when she took her short tentative steps and slumped onto my arms.
She is adorable and i love her so when she hugs my thighs with her tiny hands when i came back from work.
She is adorable and i love her so when she sings along with me (though i don't understand a word that she sings).
She is adorable and i love her so when she smiles and waves her hand saying"den"(no) when i sing to her.
She is adorable and i love her so when daddy came into the room and she proceeds to run away with a cheeky grin.
She is adorable and i love her so when a hair piece was put on her head and she eagerly asked to be seen in the mirror by saying"nice, nice."
She is adorable and i love her so when she imitates daddy's jogging with a panting sound.
She is adorable and i love her so when she swings her body left and right and sings "lalalaa" when she hears the music.
She is adorable and i love her so when we hold her in our arms and she tries to pinch/hit us on the face with a mischievous smile.
She is adorable and i love her so when she tries to feed herself with a spoon but drops 90% of the food on the floor.
She is adorable and i love her so when she pulls my pants and walks behind me.
She is adorable and i love her so when strangers smiled and waved to her when she walked past them.
Bernice, my baby. And now, she is growing up each day. How I love her so.:)
She is adorable and i love her so when i first held her in my arms on 2 may 2008.
She is adorable and i love her so when she took her short tentative steps and slumped onto my arms.
She is adorable and i love her so when she hugs my thighs with her tiny hands when i came back from work.
She is adorable and i love her so when she sings along with me (though i don't understand a word that she sings).
She is adorable and i love her so when she smiles and waves her hand saying"den"(no) when i sing to her.
She is adorable and i love her so when daddy came into the room and she proceeds to run away with a cheeky grin.
She is adorable and i love her so when a hair piece was put on her head and she eagerly asked to be seen in the mirror by saying"nice, nice."
She is adorable and i love her so when she imitates daddy's jogging with a panting sound.
She is adorable and i love her so when she swings her body left and right and sings "lalalaa" when she hears the music.
She is adorable and i love her so when we hold her in our arms and she tries to pinch/hit us on the face with a mischievous smile.
She is adorable and i love her so when she tries to feed herself with a spoon but drops 90% of the food on the floor.
She is adorable and i love her so when she pulls my pants and walks behind me.
She is adorable and i love her so when strangers smiled and waved to her when she walked past them.
Bernice, my baby. And now, she is growing up each day. How I love her so.:)
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Thursday, August 13, 2009
Her Indiscernible Cries
My latest wish list:
1) I want to have undisturbed sleep every night.
2) I want to have undisturbed sleep every night.
3) I want to have undisturbed sleep every night.
REcently, why does Bernice suddenly cry long and loud for no discernible reason when she is sleeping? And late at night when everyone is already asleep. It is not that she wants milk, not that her diapers are wet, not that either she is feeling too hot or cold. And basically there is nothing that i do including cuddling her, offering her the favourite pacifier can stop her from howling inconsolably.
Maybe it is the luck of draw that i have a baby who fusses and frets easily or could it be that there is really something that she needs? I only hope that she will outgrow of this soon so that i can restore my restful nights again.
1) I want to have undisturbed sleep every night.
2) I want to have undisturbed sleep every night.
3) I want to have undisturbed sleep every night.
REcently, why does Bernice suddenly cry long and loud for no discernible reason when she is sleeping? And late at night when everyone is already asleep. It is not that she wants milk, not that her diapers are wet, not that either she is feeling too hot or cold. And basically there is nothing that i do including cuddling her, offering her the favourite pacifier can stop her from howling inconsolably.
Maybe it is the luck of draw that i have a baby who fusses and frets easily or could it be that there is really something that she needs? I only hope that she will outgrow of this soon so that i can restore my restful nights again.
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