It is tomorrow and I am certain that it will be a better day.
In fact, I have decided to make it a point to wake up early and set a new routine for Julien and me. On Tuesday mornings, for half an hour, the Central Library here holds a special Song and Rhymetime session for babies. I am a bit skeptical that babies can make much sense of it, but C, who has brought her daughter there many times highly recommends it, saying that they often do the same few songs and the babies, after a few sessions, do pick up on the actions and learn what to expect next, so it's all a lot of fun and much developmental learning.
So, I followed the command of my alarm clock and dressed myself and Julien before waking Daddy Low to drive us to the library. We arrived shortly after 10am and the activity area in the Children's section was already full of mummies, babies, toddlers and prams. Shortly after we sat down, the session went into full swing. The lady leading was wonderful, full of energy and engaging both children and adults alike. We sang song after song and accompanied them with actions. I enjoyed myself thoroughly and was an avid learner, keen to remember every single song and action, so that Julien and I can do the songs together at home (I have decided that we shall have a sing-along session together in the afternoons). They handed out little bells and we shook these to the beat of the songs. Daddy Low and I were totally absorbed and totally awake by the time we were done.
And Julien, my darling boy, slept through it all.
Yup, Jules slept through it all. And my guess is that, he slept through it all, 'cos he was simply tired out from yesterday's lack of sleep. And I have to say we are both amazed at how soundly he slept through it all. We were singing and waving his hands and moving his feet to stomp together with everyone else. He didn't even opened an eyelid. Then, we were shaking the bells and swaying his body to follow the rhythm of the songs. And his body remained limp and heavy under the spell of sleep; the only thing moving was his head lolling from side to side, at which point we decided it was too dangerous to sway him.
At the end of the session, a lady came up to us to say how she had been admiring our baby during the session, that he is so cute and adorable ... even if he was asleep throughout the session. I wasn't offended, but I sure thought it was a funny way to make a first impression.
Jules did not wake up till 1pm when we were done having lunch. And following Daddy Low's spot-on guess that Jules might be cold and thus irritable the previous day, I made sure that I heated up wherever he was lying down - the buggy, the playmat, the moses basket etc - with a microwave-baked thermal bag, and covered him snugly with a blanket. And this worked wonders - he was a great baby for the rest of the day.
I was still trying to get him to take the bottle and I told him nicely before the feed that Mummy would be really pleased if he would be a good boy and take the bottle. He looked at me, cooing and listening. I gave him the bottle and after a bit of a resistance, he did take the bottle and finished his milk. Then, he had a nap before waking up again for another feed, but sadly, I could not persuade him to take the bottle again, but at least he took it once and I am satisfied at this baby step.
We had a sing-along session after that, doing his favourite "Hey, diddle diddle" and other songs we learnt in the morning. He cooed and giggled at some of the actions, especially when he was tickled. We had a long conversation after that, a one-word conversation with his favourite word "ang-guh". Then, he went to bed at 7pm after another feed.
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