I think yesterday was by far one of the worst days regarding Joash. Thank God that my mum was around to help me take care of Jayna while I handled my dear son. (She took leave for the day to help me out knowing that Joshua has gone for reservist)
The day started innocently enough but things started becoming tedious when Joash refused to nap at noon. He grew more and more sticky and fussy as the day progresses, wanting me to carry him and rough-house with him. I could tell he was getting overly tired and stimulated but he refused to be put to bed. By 2 plus in the afternoon, he started crying non-stop and nothing I did could soothe him. Even carrying him and walking around didn't help which has NEVER happened before! In fact, he also refused to drink milk!!! (shocking cos he's such as milk baby) I began to worry if he was hurt but when I kept asking him what's wrong, he could not calm down enough to be intelligible.
After the millionth offer, Joash finally accepted the milk at 3 pm only to wake up after half an hour's worth of nap. He kept crying the moment he woke up and despite having me cradle him which he has always loved. It was only when my brother and his wife came over for a visit that he got distracted from his distress and went back to normal. *phew* I was totally wiped out having to carry a heavy toddler for hours.
My mum suggested that he probably missed Daddy but didn't know how to say it and I think it rang true. Weekends has always been fun going out as a family and ever since my pregnancy, Joshua has been the one bathing him at night and putting him to bed. Though Joash seemed happy enough for me to do the bedtime routine with him, he felt Joshua's absence most keenly when he realised that only Mummy was around to play with him all day.
And that was not the end of my ordeal. Jayna strangely refused to sleep after the bedtime routine and kept crying too! I fed her and burped her plenty but she refused to sleep. Dead tired after three hours, I put her in the kitchen (there's a bouncer there) so that her crying was less grating on my nerves to catch some rest. Surprise, surprise. She fell asleep almost immediately. I guess she might have felt cold at her playpen with the fan switched on just for last night. Funny, cos I didn't think it was a cold night.
So that was a horrible day to remember. Thank God that this kind of madness doesn't happen often. *sigh* I pray that things will not be as bad until Joshua comes back to us next Wed... Pretty please?
The day started innocently enough but things started becoming tedious when Joash refused to nap at noon. He grew more and more sticky and fussy as the day progresses, wanting me to carry him and rough-house with him. I could tell he was getting overly tired and stimulated but he refused to be put to bed. By 2 plus in the afternoon, he started crying non-stop and nothing I did could soothe him. Even carrying him and walking around didn't help which has NEVER happened before! In fact, he also refused to drink milk!!! (shocking cos he's such as milk baby) I began to worry if he was hurt but when I kept asking him what's wrong, he could not calm down enough to be intelligible.
After the millionth offer, Joash finally accepted the milk at 3 pm only to wake up after half an hour's worth of nap. He kept crying the moment he woke up and despite having me cradle him which he has always loved. It was only when my brother and his wife came over for a visit that he got distracted from his distress and went back to normal. *phew* I was totally wiped out having to carry a heavy toddler for hours.
My mum suggested that he probably missed Daddy but didn't know how to say it and I think it rang true. Weekends has always been fun going out as a family and ever since my pregnancy, Joshua has been the one bathing him at night and putting him to bed. Though Joash seemed happy enough for me to do the bedtime routine with him, he felt Joshua's absence most keenly when he realised that only Mummy was around to play with him all day.
And that was not the end of my ordeal. Jayna strangely refused to sleep after the bedtime routine and kept crying too! I fed her and burped her plenty but she refused to sleep. Dead tired after three hours, I put her in the kitchen (there's a bouncer there) so that her crying was less grating on my nerves to catch some rest. Surprise, surprise. She fell asleep almost immediately. I guess she might have felt cold at her playpen with the fan switched on just for last night. Funny, cos I didn't think it was a cold night.
So that was a horrible day to remember. Thank God that this kind of madness doesn't happen often. *sigh* I pray that things will not be as bad until Joshua comes back to us next Wed... Pretty please?
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