Father babysits 3 month old baby

So last night was THE DAY. Everything was planned to perfection and of course, I’ve told you many a time that every time I do that, perfection gets chopped and crushed into a million pieces. In a blender.

I had brought out a dress. A DRESS!!! Since I’ve always had T2 by my side, I’ve never been able to wear a dress. So last night, since I wasn’t going to breastfeed for a few hours, the dress came out from hibernation. I was planning to wear make up!

My appointment was 8pm.

7pm – I had the girls on track. Tee was in her PJ’s, finished her dinner, brushed her teeth. I had showered but not gotten dressed. I figured it’d take me, what? 10 minutes? T2 started her boob.

7.30pm – the Hubs arrived home and T2 was still on the boob. She refused to get off the nipple (she just liked playing, especially when she knew Mommy was going out! I had primed her the entire day, you see?) but I told myself, another 15 more minutes and boob and baby lips get a divorce. That’s it. Cut.

7.45pm – I pulled the boob out and T2 started crying, “Mommy!!! Please don’t leave me!!! I’m still a little BABYYYYY!!!!” I ignored her cries and screwed the dress. Threw on some jeans and a top, no time for make up as I had to pack my wallet etc into a handbag (wow! I got to use a handbag! It’d have been silly if I’d carried the diaper bag without a baby, right?).

Then mother of all mothers, Tee runs out clinging on to me with her Tamil movie stunt crying, “Mommy, please don’t go out….*SOB-SOB* I really don’t want you to go, Mommy….PLEASSSSSSEEEEE….!!!” *she chokes on her sobs* “MOMMY!!! PLEASE DON’T GOOOOO!!!!” All this whilst T2 was crying and the newly showered Hubs was trying to pacify her. I couldn’t bring myself to leave him with TWO crying girls (AREN’T. I. SO. KIND???) so I screamed at Tee to change her clothes and follow me out, despite the fact that she had school the next day. You should have seen the GLEE on her face! Of course, she was so happy after that that she kept asking questions – what shall I wear? where are we going? will there be kids there? Blablablablablabla…..and of course, she got shouted at for spoiling my plan and I told her that this trip out with me was NOT going to be fun and that she was NOT allowed to talk AT ALL and that she was possibly going to REGRET following me out.

The Hubs looked confused as things were happening so fast but managed a plead, “Why don’t you take the BABY out instead???” You wish!

We were out the door in a flash. Fast forward…..I had a great time. Tee had a great time (there were kids there). At 10pm, still no phone call. I smsed the Hubs for a status check. He said the baby was sleeping in his arms. My breasts were starting to fill up so I dragged Tee home from her new playmates and headed home.

As I opened the front door, I saw the cloud of anxiety lift off his shoulders. After putting Tee to bed, the Hubs handed me the baby and said he was going to knock off. WHAT?? It was only 10.30pm!!! I demanded that he was on duty till midnight but he shook his head claiming that it was extremely stressful staying home with a fully breastfed baby without Mommy’s boobs. And that he really needed to sleep! *shakes head*

The poor man…..for a whole 2 hours, every single muscle in his body was tensed and he kept reciting to baby like a mantra, “Please don’t cry – please don’t cry – please don’t cry – please don’t cry…..”

And she didn’t! But he had stressed himself out so much that he was EXHAUSTED.

T2 was amazing. She never cried and she took the bottle.

SHE TOOK THE BOTTLE!!!!

Was that so hard? Why was he so exhausted then? Men…..

Anyways. We all know what this means, don’t we? Now that T2 can stay home without Mommy……….*BIG WINK*