At barely 3 months, baby P is teething, gurgling, laughing and chewing down her little hands... It seems like in no time at all, she'll be walking and talking... And the thought of that scares me.
Time passes by so quickly that, I worry I won't remember the small things baby P do that never fails to make my day.
She used to do this pokey mouth + hand combo whenever she's hungry, but she doesn't do it anymore, instead she has adopted the more conventional wailing-method. She used to do this weird, uncoordinated hands + legs thing everytime she wants your company, but these days she cries for it. And now I am wondering when will she lose that wonderful gummy smile that greets me every morning without fail. And when I return to work, I will miss out even more of her.
Although there were times I get so frustrated with her little tantrums and the seemingly endless list of things that need to be done for her, I got a feeling I will miss all that too.
I will miss the times she seeks comfort in my arms when she's cranky, I will miss the times she kicks around in her bath hoping to feel the water in her hair, I will miss her little quirky expressions when she's irritated.
Breaks my heart, but there are many reasons why I can't stay home. But I know this is for the better tomorrow that I have promised baby P many a times in her sound sleep.
Baby, mummy will keep you safe, and I promise to give you the best environment to grow up in. I know I will miss out a lot, but that's what I need to do for now. But mummy is never too far away, and I will always be there when you need me. This I promise you.
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