PooPee Surprise!

This morning, instead of snoozing my alarm clock, I accidently hit the dismiss button. My eyes flew open at 7am when the sun rays hit my face. I was an hour late! And to make matter worse- Nuha woke up just 2 mins later and demanded to be attached to my hip for the next hour. I had to get showered and ready in 20 mins. So I did what any sane mom would. I threw her toys in the tub and ran a bath for her just so I could shower without her screaming away. After brushing my teeth I noticed Nuha was sitting at a corner of her tub and quietly playing with her hands. Nuha NEVER plays with her hands and NEVER EVER sits quietly. Suspecting something amiss I took a closer look and vaguely saw some strange dark pieces in the tub. Guess who decided to take a dump in her bathwater? Heh- the exciting and trying times of a mother. Needless to say I was extremely late for work. 

Digestive System

My kid turned over at three months old and two months later she was crawling like a fat baby caterpillar. Then at ten months, she got her legs and could not wait to began exploring the nook and crannies of the world. At first I was ecstatic at the concept of my baby, the same one who popped out out my belly all pink and helpless- could now walk. And then there was the glow. The proud glow I wore when complete strangers wore looks of admiring astonishment that my child, my ten month old was walking while theirs looked forlornly from their strollers or on their backs. Oh how proud I was. Till reality set in. A crawling baby meant there could be nothing on the floor, digestible or otherwise. A walking baby meant there could be nothing- period! If I could get a ringgit for everytime I found her with stuff in her mouth, I would have been a millionaire last month. I have found her with all sorts of stuff in her mouth including baba's futsal shoes, a coin, a piece of peeling wall paint, mama's slippers, a torn off piece from a very very thick cardboard book, a monkeys head, a dust bunny, a cili padi, a glob of my lip balm, onion skin, carpet lint and a whole lot more.Yesterday I found a shiny piece of bead in her poo. Now before you go all haughty and judge me, tell me this- do YOU have a kid? If you do and have found none of those I listed above in your child's mouth then congratulations. You clearly have a maid and/or an angel standing by your child. 

Despite her tiny size, Nuha, like her mum, loves to munch. I send her to her daycare every morning on my way to work. In order to keep her from screaming I need to feed her all sorts of stuff. I keep at least three types of food for her in my handbag. You see, she gets bored easily. So I need to play with all sorts of textures to keep her interested. First, to get her to stay quiet so I can get her buckled up the carseat, I slip her two mini smarties so she will quit wiggling about and I can snap her straps. Again- no judging please. After the magical effects of the smarties wears off I give her a cup (a kid cup to apparently prevent spills) of whole wheat cheerios (feel free to praise me on whole wheat). By the time she gets board of cheerios and by now there are enough cheerios on the seat the feed an army of hamsters (stupid cup), I pull out the ever so expensive yoghurt buttons. She nibbles on ALOT of these and doesnt usually gets bored. But I will normally stop her (money doesnt grow on trees ok baby?) and give her a rice cake with fruit. All these food- for the 25 minute ride to school. 

And for mama? Well you dont expect me to throw out the whole wheat cheerios she threw around now do you??

Daycare Drama

Its been five days since we sent Nuha to the daycare and instead of getting better, its going down south. She started off being super excited and even crying when it was time to leave, to crying her little eyeballs out when its time for me to leave and go to work. It is heart wrenching for any mother to leave her crying sobbing little baby as she reaches her tiny fingers out the grill trying her best to grab onto her mother. I very nearly texted my boss right then and there to tell her I quit. Thank god for a very understanding daycare whose teachers try very hard to make Nuha feel comforted. It isnt easy for them either coz my kid has the voice of a banshee (I say this with tremendous love) and often, her cries sets off a series of screams from kids and babies who were just minutes ago happily going about their day. 

I have the bad habit of calling an texting Nuha's principal every 2 hours. She has been very patient with me so far and answers my texts when she can n return my calls when she is free. But tell me how do I concentrate in a two hour long meeting when my "She crying bad today?" Is she ok?" text gets a "Yes, really bad n screaming away. Only wanted to b carried by myself or my maid. Put her down, she screamed. Just managed to put her to down for a nap". I wanted to get in my car and drive the 8 minutes to get to her school soooo baddd!! 

Thankfully, she told me that Nuha had just woken up and was happily eating her porridge lunch when I called after the meeting. When will this end!!?!? 

Nuha has been very clingy and insecure since we started sending her to the school. I think she feels sad, like we abandoned her for a long part of the day. The fact that I was home with her for two months before makes it even harder. From being 'sick of seeing mama's face every second of the day' to 'no mama for 9 hours'. 

I cannot wait for her to setttle down coz really its a great centre. I really hope she settles in soon so mama can stop worrying about her so much at my new work place which is less then great. But that is a whole other topic :) 

Have a great day mommies and pls share your experience in leaving your kids at daycare centres and how u kept from going insane and/or quitting your job.