Musing by a stay-home-mum

Tricia is two weeks and four days old. It seems like yesterday we just brought her back home and busy adjusting our lives to this new kid on the block and now she has put on more weight and looks more pinchable.

~our sleepy princess~

For the past two weeks or so... I seemed to have been planted in a new planet that orbits around this little girl... the motto of my life is to eat and sleep well so that Tricia will in turn benefit from the nourishing milk that she drinks as her primary source of food. My KPI is the amount of milk I produce and the frequency that I nurse her....nursing her every two hours is ideal and will help me earn more bonus points.

I often wondered why first month of birth spells "confinement" for the mother. Shouldn't it be more appropriate to call it "celebration month" or something to that effect considering the mother had successfully gone through the ordeals of bringing forth a life to this Earth in the name of procreation. The experience that turns a woman to a mother. Confinement just doesn't go well with me... I like to go out... walk around...breath some fresh air...and as I was telling hubby... I'm getting intoxicated by the TV programmes.

Having said that, I thank God for a diligent confinement helper, Auntie June who has been so relentlessly serving me and helping out with the household chores beyond her call of duty. Although her cooking standard is acceptable but not exceptional, she's a real blessing to us.

With two young kids vying for our love and attention all the time, I'm beginning to wonder how we are going to cope when Auntie June leave us in less than two weeks time. Will we pull our hair? or each others hair? Will our house constantly look like war zone? (Trevor likes to mess up the house with his toys and tricycles and he enjoys hiding things in the most unthinkable place) Will we have time engaging Trevor in learning activities rather than soaking him in TV advertisements? Will we have time for each other? I mean afterall we are first husband and wife before we become father and mother.

I wish hub could spend more quality time with us. Not that he doesn't spend enough time but I wanted more of him... I wanted to talk to him and share my thoughts and feelings with him. There was once I caught him playing Farmville while the rest of us were watching TV. It seems like a trivial matter but I chided him and told him that he shouldn't spend his time playing computer game when he's at home with the family. I'm just afraid it will become a habit in matter of time.

Enough musing for today... will come back and share more another time :)

mimi signs off