Back in the day… funny how I can say back in the day now… when I was going crazy and feeling like my whole world was bleak and hopeless, 15 weeks home was a milestone I couldn’t even dream about.
Here I am 15 weeks home with Peanut and it didn’t register until it was already past. I’ve stopped living week to week. Just like I’ve stopped counting the weeks between meltdowns. I can’t pin-point the last time, it has been that long.
Last week, I wrote how exhausted I was after watching Peanut for 3 hours. But the reality is that I no longer dread being left alone with Peanut, at least up to 3 hours. I no longer have to have ‘plans’ to survive. On Saturday, D and I had a role reversal where I was the primary parent interacting with the kids. By the end of the day, all I wanted was a glass of wine and some downtime with Korean drama. But, I survived. No meltdowns. Every week, there’s a tiny step forward. Every week, our family groove gets a little deeper, a little smoother.
Due to D’s coaching schedule, since Thursday, I started going to work later. So, now I feel more confident about the mornings, which include saying good-bye to D (Peanut was totally fine), and taking care of breakfast. Every little success helps.
A couple of big milestone for Peanut… I was able to leave her with Papa, Zizi N and Soso for 1 – 1.5 hours so I could get to work by 10ish. She was fine without me or D and even when D came home, she didn’t go running to him crying. Woo hoo!
Saturday night was her last night-time bottle. Hopefully, the week will go well as we adjust to a slightly different bedtime routine. Can I get another woo hoo?
She no longer needs baby food. We’ll probably have some around for when we go out, but at home, she can be 100% on table food. And she’s a great eater. She’s already eating pieces of spinach, broccoli, squash, pepper, tomatoes… I’m just blown away by the variety of food she eats at this age. Even better than Soso. I had to hide tiny pieces of bell peppers in pastas until she was… 3 or 4 years old!
In fact she’s so interested in food, it is hard to cook around her. As soon as I start cooking, she comes running to me, gives me a big smile, squeezes my legs and basically tries to charm me into giving her food. It’s kind of cute and annoying at the same time. That’s my Peanut!