Baby refuses the bottle! (And other working mum woes)

Had a rather hair-raising first day back at work this week. Just as I was happily out of the office and making my way to nice Thai food at Boat Quay (can’t remember the restaurant name), I received a distress call. From mum. With baby wailing in the background.

Mum: “He doesn’t want to drink milk!”

Me: (Frazzled because I knew this was way past baby’s first feed time, and sharing his hunger pains. But tried to process the information as rationally as I could, in a matter of seconds.) “Have you tried spooning? Or using a small cup?”

Mum: “Ok ok, I try.”

That seriously took my mind off food for the rest of the trot to Boat Quay (and the rest of the arvo for that matter). I was frantically searching my mental archives for further solutions if those failed. Once seated at the Thai place, I called home to check. Whew, mum managed to get baby J to drink about half of the feed. I advised her to try again later, when his mood has recovered.

In the evening, I rushed home, and was greeted by the teary baby whom my mum had resorted to carrying and walking around the corridor outside our house. He apparently had taken a little from the bottle, but was by now cranky-hungry. (As a woman, I know what cranky-hungry feels like. Totally empathised with my poor bub.)

Thankfully we’ve managed to find ways to get him to drink from the bottle. But he seems to have gone on a mini hunger strike - taking roughly half of his usual feed. This is formally known as reverse cycling (where baby nurses more at night to make up for missed nursing sessions in the day). Which is also why my eye rings are getting deeper and darker.

Still, I can’t help but berate myself and asking why I failed to prepare for such a situation? I thought I knew everything there is to know about going back to work, including how much milk baby will need, and how to handle and store breastmilk. Apparently, I was wrong. Looks like however prepared I try to be, something never fails to knock my well-crafted plans out-of-whack.

I’m totally game to continue breastfeeding my baby - with the zillion good things that it does for baby (and me), why give up?…but I’m starting to think that I may not be able to cope long-term with working 8-5 whilst having to wake twice / thrice at night.

If you’re a working, breastfeeding mummy, would certainly love to hear about how you cope. Do leave a comment / email me, if you have any tips to share. icon smile Baby refuses the bottle! (And other working mum woes)

Bye, baby. Hello, work desk.

Next week officially marks the demise of my maternity leave. It will be a black, black Monday. I will wear of course wear the colour for the occasion.

Why the doom and gloom? Mainly because I feel totally unprepared - my nails are long, my eyebrows unkempt, my mind filled with breastfeeding and diapers, and the thought of checking a long list of unread emails does seem a bit too daunting for my mental state at the moment.

But then again, this is for baby No. 2, so I should be well-adjusted by now. Right?

Well, the essentials are in place -

  • schedule for baby-carers - check
  • milk-presso machine - check
  • ice pack - check
  • hot water bottle to aid milk flow - check
  • sterilising tablets - check
  • milk bags - check
  • baby photos to stimulate happy thoughts - check

So…what’s missing?

I guess if you look into the heart, the problem is almost always there. When maternal instincts kick in, every fibre of your being wants to be close to your child, to tend to him when he cries, to make sure everything’s alright, to witness every developmental milestone he crosses. (Baby J has just mastered his rollover!)

That’s one of the misses of being a full-time working mum.

As usual, I try to distract myself with all the things I need to do, including getting my eyebrows plucked. At the very least, I should try to look good for the occasion?

But, no. I’m still learning to let go. Let go of the mummy-things from 9-6 on weekdays, of the worries and fears of the 2154 things that could possibly happen to the kids when I’m away.

And the next step? Letting God handle it. Okay, he won’t check my emails for me, but he will take care of things at home surely. This is one of the perks of following and loving our good God…knowing that he will never fail, even when I stumble all over myself.

What tips would you give to a going-back-to-work mum like me? icon razz Bye, baby. Hello, work desk.

In conversation with… papa

Daddy + daughter + trampoline = happy day

Me: Why do you think Vera’s such a good girl today?
Papa: Because I spent sooo much time with her. I feel like her boyfriend!
Me: *grin* Oh, should I be jealous?
Papa: Well you’re spending so much time with Javier too! I should be jealous… cos he’s cuter!

Me: LOL

Times like these when we are both feeling stretched in all directions, it helps to be able to laugh and appreciate the lighter side of things! icon smile In conversation with... papa