The plan was to introduce Liam to his new school in September – when I was still heavily pregnant but extremely mobile. BEFORE his baby brother said hello, world. This was so I could accompany him full day with 100% of my attention during his week of orientation in the hopes that he would settle in his new school fairly quickly.
But of course “murphy” had to happen. With the school’s regulations of only taking in 3 new kids / month being filled up for the month of September, we were left with the next best option of starting Liam only in October. It was a double bummer because not only was I not able to spend the entire day at school with him due to nursing/expressing duties, I also had to take him home with me at the half day mark because travelling to & fro amidst confinement massage proved to be too much work .
Liam wailed a fair bit during his first few days at the new school. And each time I heard him wail, I felt an immense sense of guilt. His crying this time round really bugged me, unlike the first time when we first introduced him to the concept of school. Yet despite all that crazy emotions that I felt, I knew that there were more benefits to him being in school playing with his peers and having fun than staying home and getting on everyone’s nerves as a result of boredom. We ended his first school week with a fun-date with Ash & a.Sheryl, inviting them to watch The Very Hungry Caterpillar (which was such an awesome, awesome show) with us which thankfully took off some of that “mummy guilt”.
After 1.5 weeks of staying consistent despite a few “woe is me” moments and actually allowing him to talk his way out of skipping school for that one time; we managed to establish a routine to how our good ol’ days used to be. I managed to stretch his duration at school longer, allowing me to get a lot more things done (strangely that didn’t include more sleep). Liam also came home a happy boy, keeping us posted on what he did and learnt for the day.
With Liam’s new routine taking flight, I also decided that it was time to start Ollie on his, despite being happily dependent on my nanny. She was going to leave in a week’s and in order to minimise chaos (especially now that we were running well with Liam’s routine), I needed to start involving my helper with Ollie. We started by observing his current sleep/feed “natural rhythm” which magically coincided with gf’s clb suggested routine for his age – leaving us little changes to make which was great. Day by day I would get my helper to run through the sequence of things which were fairly easy to master after some repetition. Eventually Ollie was sleeping and feeding like clockwork…and his night sleeps started stretching longer and longer.
With both boys running on their individual routines, normalcy finally resumed in the household. For the first time in a month, we managed a good dinner without any hair-pulling, yelling, bribing, threatening, imposing time-out moments. What utter bliss. The boys have such a good sleeping system that it allows me to put one to bed with a few minutes to spare before I dream feed the other. It’s still undoubtedly exhausting, running from one room to another, but I appreciate that I’m able to attend to both of them…reminding myself that it won’t be long before they won’t need me to put them to bed.
What another eventful and crazy week it’s been. I’m thankful that I detailed down how I coped with Liam during the initial stage as reading back on those accounts absolutely helped in giving me that much needed encouragement and motivation to get started on the routines. How did I managed Liam back then as a first time parent on my own, without a confinement nanny?! Although this time round I’ve been told by all 3 – bestie BR, Bo & mum that I seem to be in a much happier mood and am recovering a lot faster than the previous round.
I can’t believe that Ollie will a month old next week! He’s such a milk champ that little fella and absolutely loves bath times. He definitely feels taller and heavier when I nurse him these days. I need to remind myself to take more photos of him before his face changes again. But for this week, I’m thankful that the routines have given me some sanity.
Note to self: post date is not accurate of newborn’s week due some backlogs caused by the crazy juggle of 2 kids