Change of time
Time is gold…48 hours in a day is all I need now! Cameron is already 18 weeks old and gazing back at the past 4.5 months, it just went by like a blink of an eye. Looking after a baby without additional assistance plus exclusive breastfeeding is no joke. No doubt Eng takes over some chores when he gets back from work but the situation is still demanding. Though I thank God that Eng has been very supportive and understanding.
Cameron’s nap time is the only moment which I can get to execute my personal chores and that is only 3 hours in a day. At times, blogging has also become an effort, hence will always try to keep it short and simple and not as comprehensive as I would like it to be. I’ve been meeting up with a few friends who have babies of Cameron’s age. We all laugh about the same experience that we are going through which is rushing about like a mad woman during the 3 hour jiffy.
Since I had breast abscess back in April, Cameron had been bed-sharing with us. It was the only way to make him sleep longer and less taxing for me. Now that I’m kinda well, last Thursday was the first time I put him back to sleep in his own cot. Apparently, that would help him to sleep longer and it surely did. For the first time, he slept for 5.5 hours without waking up (from 9pm –2.30 am)! We are pleased but I miss having him on our bed. I still woke up at 1 am to check on him and thought he would want some milk. It happened automatically but found him still sleeping so peacefully. After the feed at 2.30 am, I put him back on our bed hehe. I didn’t want him to cry in the middle of the night, just in case if he realized he wasn’t sleeping with mumdad anymore. Eng said I am the problem…boohoohooo I think so too. Breastfeeding mums are usually more attached to their babies….
I will return to work end of July and our short term decision is to send Cameron to a childminder. We’ve been on the look out for a few. Childcare in the UK is ridiculously costly. In our area, the hourly rate ranges from £3.75-£5! Would see how it goes as who knows, our circumstances might change.
