Ups and Downs of Motherhood

It's been a turmoil eversince Baby Garreth caught the Roseola (Baby Measles) attack. He's no longer smiley and chirpy, everyday he will just whine and refused to be let alone to play...cry when we feed him milk and struggle when we didn't carry him right. Gosh, he's been such a difficult baby that I lost my cool and shouted at him a couple of times. I know I shouldn't have done that but somehow anger just overwhelmed me when I'm really clueless about what he really wants. Just yesterday, I lost my cool again and shouted at him, he cried even harder and suddenly I regretted and hugged him close and cried together with him. It's heartwrenching as he doesn't seem to be the happy baby we used to know and we are chanting hard day and night for his speedy recovery.

Sigh..really, it's not easy being a mummy, especially a first-time mum. When was the last time I had my beauty sleep till 10am on weekends? When was the last time enjoyed a good dinner with friends on weekdays? I couldn't really remember...and what's best? Transformers was my last movie in the cinema and I can't recall how many good shows I have missed over the past year...

Well, all I'm asking now is that Baby Garreth will be back to his chirpy self again and his appetite and sleeping routine will revert to square one soon...