Category: Motherhood

  • My Toddler, My Life

    Having my daughter is definitely the best thing that happened to me in my whole life. She is my source of happiness and inspiration since the day I conceived her, to the the day she was born and more now that she is a toddler , an active two-year old little girl. She’s the sweetest, most helpful, most cheerful and most short-tempered little best friend I have ever had.

    Having her by my side keeps me busy and occupied and never alone even for a minute. Yes, my little one is so clingy. She goes wherever I go (even in the toilet). She gives me hugs and kisses. When I cough a little bit, she asks if mommy is okay and run to give mommy water to drink. She likes everything about mommy, most especially, mommy’s boobie. Those are her sleeping pills, her teddy, her toy, everything that she needs. She still never give them up despite her age.

    She likes to play with me with her little kitchen set, her puzzles, flag cards, and other toys. She likes mommy to blow bubbles with her. She helps mommy in the garden, too. She likes watering the plants and using her shovel to scoop garden soil. She even help mommy wash the dishes and hang the clothes at her age. Her favorite part is clipping the clothes with the clothespin. With washing dishes, it’s more like playing with water for her. But it’s fine coz she just wants to be with mommy.

    But, there is one special moment she wants mommy not to come near her. That moment that she’d rather hide behind the curtains or in the corner of her mini-slides. The moment that she is focusing her attention and energy to excrete something down below. She is not ready yet to use that small room mommy calls the toilet where a thing mommy calls potty is there waiting for her to sit on. I guess mommy has to wait for her readiness to do it.

    She loves to sing and dance. She likes incy wincy spider, number songs, and many others but she likes the birthday song the most. She even makes her own song by creating her own lyrics. She likes playing her toy fabric piano and dance to the tunes it plays. Doe a deer is her favorite tune in it.

    Having a toddler is not all smiles and giggles and smooth playtime. There are, of course, many moments of tantrums and throwing a fit just because one puzzle would not fit and she hates it right away or when she can’t make the tallest tower with her blocks. Or because she does not want to leave the park after hours of playing. Those moments she wants to keep watering mommy’s plants even though it’s flooded already and mommy stops her. Or those times when her diaper needs to be changed and mommy had to chase her or stop her from wiggling.

    The most difficult part, the scares from time to time. One time she ate fish and choked a little bit and it scared mommy to death she cried. And the latest that happened the other night, was also a choking scare.

    My toddler has been playing with a coinbank with real coins for a while now (like maybe two months).
    I was dumb ( realy dumb) to think it was good for her psychomotor development (precision in inserting coins) and I thought she is old enough to play with coins and not put them in her mouth which she never really did, until last night!!

    She was playing with her coin bank in the living room when I left to use the toilet. Her dad was with her and when I was walking down the hallway back to the living room, I heard my DH panicking that our girl was eating the coins!!😱
    He saw her spit few coins and I saw her spit a ten yen coin!!! I hurried and checked her mouth and there were no more. But we were not really sure if she swallowed some or what.

    I called #8000 to consult and they told me to observe her for signs like vomiting, coughing, pointing to her throat and to take her to the hospital right away if any sign is observed.
    I could not sleep well last night.

    Fast forward the next morning, I took her to her pedia to have her examined and good thing nothing was seen on her x-ray. And her doctor said if she swallowed any coin it will just come out naturally in her stool in a few days.
    Sigh! I’m now relieved a little bit but is still thinking about what if she swallowed it and all the worse thing that could happen.

    Definitely, a lesson for me.

    No objects smaller than a ping pong ball within her reach and never leave her unattended! Never!

    Having a toddler is like riding a roller coaster. It’s fun and exciting and scary at the same time. There are ups, there are downs and definitely there is an abrupt end. Children these days they grow so fast! She was just a little immobile, wordless tiny creature two years ago and now she is an always on the move tiny human – hopping, jumping, singing, dancing and talking. Few years from now she will be a school child, a teenager, a young adult, a professional. I only hope I could live that long to see her evolve into a wonderful wonderful person – a beautiful one as she is always is to me.

  • Weaning my two-year old is harder than I thought

    Weaning my two-year old is harder than I thought

    I didn’t know that weaning is harder than when I was starting to breastfeed.

    More than the physical pain I felt in my breast when I started breastfeeding, weaning is breaking my heart seeing my baby, my then baby, now a toddler, struggling to let go.

    Tonight, more than ever, I felt really sorry for her and I gave in and lost.

    Here’s why.

    After bath time, she did her usual boobie time and accidentally bit my nipple to which I reacted with an intentional sniff but real tears. It really hurt. Really hurt. And she knew that she hurt me I could see it in her eyes. She came to me and opened her arms to give me a big hug. And out of that mommy crying scene, I thought of an idea. Why not put a band aid on my nipple (mommy got a boo boo because the baby bit her excuse). Not just one nipple, but both, even though she only bit one.

    Now, it was time to sleep but she couldn’t do boobie time. She asked me to read her before-bedtime book, the Goodnight Moon. So we read the book, but she wanted me to read it again and again and again and again – I was the one who became sleepy. Really sleepy. So I closed my eyes and cuddled under my futon. She wanted to do boobie but I told her she can’t and showed her the band aid. She tried to wake me up, make me stand, and tried to hide under the futon with me. She didn’t know what to do without the boobie. But I didn’t budge and pretended fast asleep.

    Until she got really sleepy and cuddled with me under the futon with her face leaning on my breast staring at the bandaged nipple. With her tiny little fingers, she tried to slowly remove the band aid. She didn’t know I was watching her over her head. Every time she hit my nipple, I said ‘ouch’ and pretended it hurt.

    It was heart-breaking to see my little girl trying hard to let go of her ‘before bed time boobie time’. But then I thought I have to be strong and this thing I am doing is for her. She needs to let go. She is turning two years old tomorrow!

    The thing that happened next tore my willpower into pieces of pity. I heard my little girl sniff and when I checked to see her face, she literally had the sad face with the corners of her mouth angled downwards, and worst, she had tears flowing down her cheeks while staring at my breast. It was so heart-wrenching to see her in that state.

    I’m all but weak.

    That was the end of my drama.

    I asked her what happened and she said “take off” while sobbing referring to the band aid I put on my nipple.

    And so poor mommy followed her master’s command. And just a few minutes after that, my little girl fell asleep with the boobie in her mouth just like what happens every night as we hit the sack and every nap time.

    Tomorrow is another day.

    I hope to have more strength and willpower to teach my little girl to let go and start a new journey as she grows up as a toddler – but my baby forever.

  • 13 Months and 13 Days Being A First-Time Mom

    13 Months and 13 Days Being A First-Time Mom

    Today, Friday, December 4th, year 2020, while sitting in the reclining with baby in my arms, I figured that it’s already been 13 months and 13 days of me being a first-time mom.

    How time flies. Now, she’s no longer a baby – baby. Although I still call her baby and she will always be my baby.

    CHANGES

    A lot has changed since she was born. She can walk now. She imitates us. She tries to talk on the phone like her dad and she makes sounds like I do. The sound I make when I am upset telling her not to do certain things, like throwing toys or spitting food.

    She can tell us what she wants to do. Like when she points to the TV to watch her favorite show cocomelon or when she hands us the bubble sword or the colored top. She can tell me when she is thirsty, too. Yes, she drinks water now. When she was exactly one, on her birthday, she started drinking water, straight from the glass. Before her first birthday, it was very very hard to make her drink water from her sippy. She just didn’t like it. She just won’t.

    STILL MY BABY

    But, one thing does not change. She is still a boobie-lover baby. She just won’t give it up yet. Still like a newborn. Boobie upon waking up, snacks, nap time and bedtime. And sometimes, well, most of the time, she prefers boobie over food. I have to do many tricks so she’d eat her food. Although sometimes she’s unpredictable and she would eat like a lion. She likes fruits. She loves oranges and bananas. But, boobie is what she loves most.

    FIRST FEVER, FIRST MISHAP

    A week before her birthday, she got her first fever. I took her right away to the clinic and she got her medicine. That was October 16. That morning we went for a walk and she was very happy and singing while we were walking. But, at noon, her left cheek turned very pink and she was warm. She ate a lot for lunch but threw up minutes later so I decided to take her to the clinic. She got better the next day.

    About a week later, the worst thing happened. It was a cold day and I decided to move the humidifier from the Japanese room to the living room. She was amused by the smoke coming out if it and later touched the humidifier and got a burn in her tiny hand. The right hand. Of course, it was my fault. Why did I put the humidifier on the floor where she can reach? I felt like I was the most stupid, useless mother in the world. Poor baby.

    That was when I decided to take her to her doctor again. She had runny nose for days and I was hoping it will just go away by itself but no it didn’t. Runny nose and a burn are more enough reasons to go see her doctor.

    If only I could turn back time, never would I put that humidifier on the floor. Now, that mishap will haunt me forever. I couldn’t forgive myself for weeks. Well, now, I feel more forgiving to myself coz the burn mark is almost gone. It’s a learning curve.

    MORE TIME WITH BABY

    Another thing, we decided not to put her in daycare next spring, which means me, being a full-time mom is extended. We realized she is just too little to be left in the care of strangers. At first, I was kind of disappointed because, yeah, I wanted to go back to work. Be my old self again. But, I can’t leave my baby. She is the most precious person, the most important thing in our lives right now. And she needs me. So, I stay as a full-time mom.

  • My Baby Boss

    My Baby Boss

    I always react when somebody says I DON’T work.

    I DO work!

    I just don’t leave the house. I don’t do paperwork. I don’t teach a bunch of children but I do one-on-one teaching. And my baby is my student.

    And my student is not just any ordinary student.

    She is also my boss.

    She’s not just any other boss.

    She is my baby boss.

    In fact , I am her slave.

    She can’t speak but she dictates me what to do.

    Just one smile and I smile more.

    Just one giggle and my heart melts.

    Just one cry and I bend to pick her up.

    And because she can’t speak, it’s hard to figure out what she wants. She can only cry. I have to do many things before she calms down. I dance. I sing. I tell her stories. I massage her. I change her diaper.

    She controls my time.

    I can’t eat when she’s not in the mood. I have to tend to her.

    I can’t use the toilet coz she sleeps on me. I’m her bed.

    She needs me all the time.

    ALL the time.

    She needs me when she’s hungry. I’m her food. She gets hungry every now and then. Day and night. Dusk till dawn.

    I clean her up when she pees or poos. Many times a day.

    I give her bath and I have to be gentle and careful because she is very delicate.

    She can’t sleep without me. I’m her swing. My arms are her best bed. It’s close to my heartbeat – her favorite music.

    More than that, she needs the booby in her mouth to sleep – for comfort. If not, she just want to feel it on her cheek and on her palm.

    I am her everything.

    And she is my everything.

    I don’t care if I have dishes waiting to be washed.

    It can wait.

    She comes first.

    I don’t sleep straight because I need to take care of her.

    I stay by her side when she sleeps. I watch her. I feel her chest moving up and down. I make sure she’s okay and breathing.

    Although, sometimes, when she’s in a good mood and busy playing, I admit I sneak.

    When I sneak, I don’t play. Nor rest.

    I wash dishes and vacuum the floor. I run the washing machine and hang clothes. I prepare meal. I fold the clothes. Doing these things while checking her at the same time – if she’s fine.

    But only one cry and I come to serve her – my baby boss.

    Sometimes, I feel punished for no reason. Don’t get me wrong. She doesn’t punish me intentionally. But her bites to my nipple really hurt I cry. It’s not all the time though. Just sometimes.

    But, there’s one thing I can do that she doesn’t and can’t complain. – I get to decide what she wears. I dress her up. I put on her head colorful ribbons.

    I take pictures and videos of her – a lot – everyday. It’s my pastime.

    There’s also one thing I do that even myself don’t understand why I’m doing it. The baby language I do, that even I, don’t understand. My voice is high-pitched and I babble. I call her ping-gi-ding-king, ping-king-king, pa-lang-dang-dang, kidik-ding-ding. I don’t even know what these means.

    It’s like an automatic response when I see her cute face.

    I don’t have a holiday but everyday is a special day.

    I have no break time and even though I get tired, being with her and serving my boss is still the the best time I could ever spend.

    And oh! I don’t get paid. There is no monetary compensation. I get more than that. It’s the compensation that money can’t buy. It’s the precious memories and amazement of seeing my baby boss growing everyday, gaining muscle control, developing her senses, acquiring language skills.

    In the near future, she’ll be needing me less and will be the boss of her own.

    And when that time comes, I will surely miss these times when she’s little and boss me around unknowingly – my ever dearest baby boss.