Activities

Pasu’s done several surprising things. For example, he would like to play with water, especially, watering plants with the host. He would put his little index finger at the end of the host to make water splash and pretend that he waters his plants. He would walk to the door and try to put the key into the hole to unlock the key. He even selects the key to see if it fits the hole. If it’s not, he chose the next key in the keychain until it’s the right one. Surprising, wasn’t it?

One night I was working on something so late. Regularly, I checked to see if he slept alright so that he wouldn’t fall down the bed. I was typing and turning my back against the bed. I did not hear him rolling. All of the sudden while my concentration was at the screen, I heard, “mom, mom.” I was turning my back to see that my son was on top of the pillow and looking at me. He made me feel that I was working too hard. Bedtime should be his time, actually. I felt sorry. I went straight to bed to cuddle him.

I promise I won’t work late again. : )

The Following Nights….

Pasu has been doing well. He has learned something valuable from his mean mother. LOL….

Now he doesn’t look for my breast. Sometimes the bottle of milk did help soothing him during the night. One night after the regular rolling, I found him sleeping around my legs, almost at the end of the bed. He looked calm and peaceful. Hopefully, he had a nice dream.

One more task for mother has been done. Now I will be focusing on his nutrition and meals. I tell you, it’s not an easy job being a mother. However, I will fight for it.

Third Night

Here came the third night. It went pretty good. He just moved around the bed when he woke up and looked at his unmoved mother. He didn’t bother me much this night, just rolling cross me for a couple of times and stopped in the middle of my legs. Perhaps, he found that spot cozy and comfy so he decided to close his eyes there.

Half night passed. He opened his eye and, again, saw his unmoved mother. He just sat upright and handed the bottle of milk to me. I opened the cap. He drank it slowly like a sleepy boy. And then he went back to sleep peacefully.

What can I say? I just smile to myself.

Second Night

Pasu has been fighting for his peaceful night without his mother’s breast. The second night went alright. The first time he woke up, he was crying more and longer than the first night. I gave him the bottle. He rejected it. However, after a while he went back to sleep peacefully.

Oh, well. The second time he woke up, I immediately gave him the bottle. He drank it little by little until it was all gone. He started to make an upset sound and rolled over me again. But this time he was staying by my side, calmed down and, surprisingly, went to sleep.

That was how the second night ends. Beautiful, isn’t it.

First Night

I’ve been making an effort to stop giving my breast to my son during the night. Some babies addict to their mother’s breast as long as they are satisfied. Pasu is one of them. He is almost 14 months now and still wakes up in the middle of the night to find his comfort from his mother. However, last night will be his first night of not having the breast. He didn’t even know it.

He woke up around midnight, sitting up right and crying. I was lying in bed, pretending that I was asleep but my eye was half open. He looked at me, put his little index finger into my nose and then cried. His cry, at first, was just soft and then it was getting louder and louder and also with his small tears. I could see his frustration like drug addict want his medication. He moved back and forth, rolled on top of me, and then rolled over me. He just did everything he could to wake his mother up. But, his mother was lying still, like a death mother. Haha. After a while he decided to shut his mouth and stay in peace. Good boy.

The second time he woke up, I gave him a bottle of milk. He had just little and threw the bottle away. Believe it or not, he did the same rolling thing. My heart just dropped. I was debating whether or not to open my shirt and give him my breast. I tried not to look at him and even turned my back to him. I could feel his crawling. He rolled across me. Our eyes met. I smiled. I closed my eyes and so did he. Second time went okay, I told myself.

Third time was the charm. He took his bottled milk I gave him and drank it all. Then a little bit of weeping and rolling to let his dissatisfaction go, I believe. Finally, he went back to sleep.

Pasu, your first night went right. Second night awaits you. Be prepared. haha.

Shorty, huh?

Well, good mother needs to take her baby to see the doctor regularly in order to have the baby vaccinated. We, again, good mothers, need to see our own child’s tears and listen to our own child’s cries. I wish I could be a bad mother instead.

This time is Pasu’s turn. He is already 13 and a half months. I do not even remember the name of the vaccination because there are too many to remember. Good mother I am, indeed. After his routine of measuring the height and weight, I met one mother with a daughter. We smiled and had a little chat. I asked her how old of her little daughter. One year and one month old was her reply. Oh, same age as Pasu, I thought to myself. I told her that Pasu hasn’t gotten any weight since last month. She looked panic and asked if that was below the average percentage line. I told her that I never keep track of that line. Now I got a crazy look from her. Should I be worried? She just made me feel guilty, like I am a bad mother who never pays attention to all details of her own child.

Doctor greeted Pasu nicely and asked me what he can do. I told her that he can say simple words like mother, eat and he can also walk. Doctor talked with her smile, “He probably walks a lot, according to the progression of his weight.” I smiled back and said, “Oh, yes. The only times he doesn’t walk are when he poops and sleeps.”

Apparently, that percentage line came back to haunt me. According to it, Pasu is a little bit small, or you can call him Shorty. This has to do with nature and nurture. He eats his meal and drinks his milk less because now he discovers new ways of learning and playing. Walking and climbing are his favorite activities. He’s been in this world long enough to know what he likes and dislikes. He knows how to say NO by shaking his head. Well, at least baby knows what he/she wants. The secret of this problem is more milk, more appealing and yummy meals and early sleep. Growth hormone works well at night.

Each baby has his/her own pace of growing and every baby is different. I’d love to see my son happily develops his ability. No pushing, however, a little bit of the discipline wouldn’t hurt him. Is that right, my son?

I Know What You Said

I never know what a 13-month-old baby is capable of until I learn that from my own son. A couple of day ago we fell down on the bathroom floor because I was careless and everything happened so fast, just the blink of your eyes.

The following day, my mother, along with the nanny, were giving him his breakfast as usual. They were talking about things in general and also feeding him. My mother was asking him unintentionally if he was hurt himself at his head yesterday. On one expected to receive his answer especially a word. What he did was he pointed to his head right after my mother finished her question. My mother and nanny were laughing out loud.

One night, I told him to open the door to let the dog come inside the house. I told him twice or perhaps three times. He looked at me, looked at the door, and then looked at me again. His brain must have processed something we never knew. He climbed down the sofa and walked to the door. Of course, he opened to the door as told to do so. However, I didn’t tell him to close the door so he stayed put as he wanted to play outside.

I said, “It’s already dark, my son. Please come inside. You already did a good job and I am thank you for that” and then gave him a big kiss.