Her arms reached out to me asking to be picked up.
How can I say no to such cute face?
Plus, I am indeed her Mamo aka Mama Oyen (my nick name is Oyen if you are not familiar with that).
Ever since she came into my life and made me an Aunt, my life was changed forever. I am an Auntie to the cutest little girl ever – hey, I’m allowed to be biased.
Then her little brother made his entry a little over a month ago into this world and now, I have one niece and one nephew to spoiled rotten – sorry Mom and Dad!
Last weekend I got to experienced what it was like to care for two wee ones under 2.
My brother and his wife went out of town for a trip and couldn’t bring the babies so they were staying with me and my parents. The baby is only a little over a month so he’s pretty much sleep – nursing – sleep – rinse and repeat. I thought oh, it should be fairly easy.
To wear them – by them I mean my almost 9 years old boy and my niece Miss L, I decided to take them to a park with my parents, the baby and two nannies. We looked like a traveling circus.
The kids had fun running around being free, the adults snacked our merry ways through the many traditional delicacies around the park. Everyone was happy!
My bubble burst when it was around bed time and both babies suddenly became cranky. Over tired maybe.
Miss L misses her mom and rightly so it was their first night being away from their parents. She wails and cried her little head off inconsolably. The baby started to followed suit and we suddenly had two little ones crying late into the night. One would stop, then one would started again woken up the other one. The cycle was real. We – my parents and I were up all night.
I decided it is best to take the baby upstairs into my room and let his big sister sleep with my parents.
Ever so gently I put Baby C down on my boy’s bed – my boy moved to my bed – and it hits me…I haven’t sleep with a baby in years! Suddenly I was nearly paralyzed with fears.
“Can I take care of him?”
“I will just put him down and I will move to my own bed.”
That only lasted for a few minutes!
Baby C started fidgeting and I woke up from a few minutes of sleep to checked on him. I lay down next to him gently and tried to calm him down. It didn’t work. He was hungry. I got the nanny to prepare his milk. My sister in-law has prepared expressed breast milk for Baby C. Bravo, sis!
He dozed off…little smile on his face.
“Finally…” I thought as I carefully put him back down.
An hour later…he’s up again.
I gazed at the clock by the wall..
1 o’clock in the morning…
By 5 in the morning, I gave up…and drowsily went downstairs with him crying in my arms. Maybe he’s having a growth spurt I told my mother.
How does my sister in law do this?
How does new moms survive the first few months with their gorgeous newborns?
Looking back, the first few months of my son’s life was a random blurry images of memories. All I remember was feeling exhausted, depleted. Lonely…
Was he like Baby C? I can’t really remember.
Then it hits me like a ton of bricks…
Do I really want to have another baby? Can I still do the staying up all night, waking up so often your brain feels foggy and you walk around like a zombie?
I pour my weary heart to my man who gracefully assured me that we will be fine. Whatever happen to us, we will make it through. He allowed me to lamented that maybe I am too old to be a mother again for the second time around. Then he took my worries instead shift my perspective.
“You are a great mother, M.” he said ever so softly. “Please don’t forget that.”
And just like that my tired, weary heart let go of a sigh…yes of course. My body will adjust, I am taking better care of my body now than compare to before or during my first pregnancy. Next time I get pregnant I will not have severe preeclampsia because I am taking care of myself. I will be fine. I have a partner that truly love me and support me. We will be fine!
Until then, I shall savor these precious moments of kissing Baby C and inhale his fresh baby smell and receive sticky kisses from Miss L.
I am a lucky Auntie indeed and when the time comes, maybe I will have another one of our own.