It's been cold and wet for a week. And, here I am sipping my hot tomato soup typing this entry.
Time flies. Even more so when you have a baby/child/kid. I still vividly remember I found out I was pregnant, carrying the bum for months, enduring the pain of labour, giving birth and now 6 months has passed, just like that! The first couple of months was hell, not knowing what to do, how and when to do it. It was full of tears, stresses and depression. Then, gradually, we established a routine and things started to get better. I still get frustrated at times but who doesn't? For someone who hated kids and hadn't handle any baby before, I would like to say it is all normal. I thank Rick for all his patience, putting up with me in addition to handling AJ. Thank you dear for holding my hand along the road.
After being a 24/7 stay home mum for 6 months, I am finally almost done serving my "jail" term. Am returning to work, part time, 3 days a week next Mon. Honestly, I can't wait. I know I will miss AJ, wondering how he is in the daycare, but I myself do need some balances into my life. I am just not a stay-home mum material. I considered myself lucky that my company is flexible enough to cater for my need, a part-time transition period.
So yeah, Mon is THE day! (and I have already planned on what to wear! I'm such a vain pot! LOL)
That was 2 days ago.....
So to commemorate me surviving through the past 6 months, we dined out at No 1 Bistro located the hilltop of Botanic Garden. Yeah, our first time there. It is sad to report, apart from the million dollar view, the food is quite disappointing.
And, that was yesterday.....
Today, my feeling have had a 180 degree turn. The mix feeling kicked in. There is a sudden surge of reluctance in me about AJ's first day away from me. We have never be separated for more than 3 hours since he was born, and now having to not been able to see/cuddle him for the whole day seems like a mission impossible. I teared. Is he going to be ok? Is he going to cry all day? Are they going to take good care of him and giving him enough attention (I know I shouldn't doubt their professionalism)? What if...this and what if....that...? All sorts of hypothetical questions emerging from my head, one after another.
The first step is always the hardest. This time is for both him and I. I will see how everything goes tomorrow, and am prepare to come home early, to hold that little hands....tight.