Dear Darling Mahdi,
Happy Birthday to you! It’s been a true joy watching to grow and develop your personality this year.
You are curious, inquisitive, and always open to ideas. I can also see strong leadership qualities in you that i’m sure will only grow with your new role as a big brother.
Unfortunately, you are also flexing some other qualities that scare me. Stubbornness, independence, adventurousness… All these scare me, because i never want you to get hurt. But i guess i need to let you grow up eventually.
We ARE excited that you will soon have your first school day. And i hope you make a ton of friends.
This year you also learnt that not everyone is nice. Some are mean, and born bullies. I pray you stay strong and not let the haters get you down. Always lean on me and ayah for advice and if you are feeling blue.
When someone proclaims ‘I’m an advocate for Breastfeeding’.
It makes me wonder what does that even mean?
Unless you have documentation or are a certified lactation consultant you have no business offering your take on what makes a good mother.
Everyone already knows breastfeeding is good for their babies. And obviously everyone wants their kids to be healthy and give them the best. Unfortunately sometimes people just cant follow thru with the hardships of breastfeeding, and i don’t blame them. It is the HARDEST thing to do, i swear labour contraction is nothing compared to having engorged breast, bleeding nipples and mastitis (ouch).
Personally, I endure breastfeeding, because i feel my kids will benefit from it. But i really feel its not my or anyone else’s place to judge what other mothers want to do with their kids. I’m sure they have debated and have their own reasons to not breastfeed. So all those so called ‘advocates’ should keep their opinions to themselves.
Same goes for those ‘advocates’ for co-sleeping, baby-wearing, holistic, early-weening, organic-know-it-alls.
It’s a great reminder to me that i need to take some time out of my day to play Or read a book with Mahdi. We all have those moments when we are winding down from a long day at the office, and the last thing you wanna do is play trains.
I really want to be there are my kids, and although i can’t be there all the time, i’d like to make the time i have count for something.
It has finally happened. My inability to keep my emotions in check has bubbled over to the surface and something that I promised would never happen to me… Happened today.
I cried.. at work. Not about work specifically, but more on the stress that work caused.
Theres so much going on under the surface that it all sort of bubbled over.
So much to deal with in such a short amount of time left to do it in.
THINGS LEFT TO DO.
Pick a effin hospital to give birth in. Since our original plan of going with the DR who delivered Mahdi fell thru. I’ve been stress about this. Private hospitals are waaaayyyy out of our budget and frankly we were not prepared for Plan B.
Putting the crib together… or even some form of nursery for the baby seems impossible right now. Because my house is still a glorified storage room. U’d think we’d be able to find an inch of space for a newborn in this 1600sqft house. sigh.
BUY BABY CRAP. Essentials like a breastpump, a carseat.. honestly i think this baby is gonna have to just survive on hand-me-downs until we get our shit together… seriously, how did everything suddenly become so much more expensive this time around. sigh again.
sort out confinement details. Urut? no urut? I didn’t do it when i had Mahdi… and it’s something i’ve always regretted. But am i ready to part with money i so desperately need? Is it rreeaaaaaallllyyy important? #stressingmeout
Work handover list. dont. even. get. me. started.
Me bursting out to tears every now and then has at least ONE positive outcome. It’s has signalled the husband that he needs to pitch in and help me deal with this stuff. So i’m glad to finally have someone in my corner.
Any parent of a toddler will tell you that it gets really tough.
They are opinionated, stubborn, unwilling to listen and did i mention stubborn? Honestly, where is my sweet adorable baby who used to latch on to every word i spoke? sigh.
Today the battle revolved around food. Meals are a constant struggle in our house. Mahdi’s really picky and practically eats like a bird. sometimes i’m amaze at where he gets his energy from… because it can’t be from the two bites of bread he ate from breakfast, OR the 3 nibbles of noodles he had for lunch. sigh.
Being a parent IS SO HARD SOMETIMES. But insanely worth every aggravating moment.
Wife, Mother, Social Media Enthusiast, Graphic Designer and Amatuer Home Maker.