My title says it all.
So the confinement auntie went home. I was actually quite sad cos I quite liked her! Contemplated kidnapping her but too much work wtf.
She was really quite good la! If I had to go out, I didn’t worry at all. She was awesome at calming Fighter down and taking care of him in general, and did even tiny things that could easily have been done by our maid like wash and sterilize milk bottles, tidy Fighter’s drawer of clothes and even washed the bathroom we bathed him in.
I learned a lot about caring for babies from her! Learned how to bathe him, different ways of burping him, to apply powder to the folds of his neck so there’d be no friction on his skin there, even how to clear his nose with a Q-tip.
And she wasn’t bossy or overly traditional. She’d gently suggest I not do certain things (like swim so soon to avoid a chill) but wouldn’t press it. Best of all, she was an amazing cook. And she cooked for the entire family, not just for me.
Can’t tell if Fighter is missing her or not though. Most of the time he got poker face wtf.
Now that she’s gone though, I finally know what it’s really like to be a mom. *trembling knees
We have a maid so it’s not like I have no help whatsoever. But it’s a job to her after all, however much she likes Fighter, so I prefer to do the bulk of it myself (washing bottles etc not counted la wtf). I’m not even working full time and if those full time job supermoms can do it, by god! So can I!
I do however have a part time job which enables me to work from home (in addition to blogging).
So lemme tell you about my day.
Woke up to a wailing Fighter, fed him for like an hour, then only brushed my teeth wtf. Went downstairs, bolted down some breakfast and sent the confinement auntie off to the bus station.
Then it was time for Fighter’s lunch. Fed him again, ate lunch myself, then changed his diaper. Then realized I disgustingly hadn’t washed my face or showered since morning. And I was still in my pajamas wtf.
Washed my face and did my skincare. Then settled down at my computer with Fighter next to me in the Moses basket to do some work. Fighter suddenly woke up and started groaning and getting himself worked up so I had to pick him up wtf. Then realized he wanted to be fed again so I had to abandon my computer and feed him again.
After feeding he was still grumpy and it was because his diaper was dirty. So ok I changed his diaper (cleverly avoiding the pee this time)… then realized fuck it’s time for his evening bath already wtf change diaper for nothing because I have to take it off again.
Gave him the fastest bath in the world while ignoring his screaming bloody murder (his bath behavior depends on the mood he’s in. Today’s mood is bad. fml). Got him dressed and avoided his pee again, but only because he aimed for the carpet instead of me.
Finally put him down for a nap, and did a bit of work… then it was time for dinner. Wash, rinse, repeat.
And that was how I ended up rushing to finish my deck at 1.30am this morning.
All the pretty photos I post on Instagram? All fake one! Most of the time I look like dog shit wtf.
Most of the time I’m wearing milk/spitup stained tshirt, pee stained shorts (NOT MY PEE LA FIGHTER’S), hair in ponytail, bangs plastered to forehead, with dark eye circles and eyebags big enough to check in as oversized baggage.
(as vegetarian pork)
(actually only 50% fake this one cos that’s a milk stained tshirt right there lolol. Came back from a shoot and straightaway changed into a tshirt to feed Fighter.)