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For once (yes I mean for ONCE) in a lifetime, 24 hours is never enough. 

Between my new activities as a mother (well well well, what's new?), I'm still doing my homework to finish all Mr. D 's paperwork and also, started a business with my sister. Why not? I do enjoy myself being a mom to the most *precious, handsome, funny, cutest, chubby* baby in the world, but I also need something to do beside breastfeeding and change diapers. Otherwise, my brain cells will slowly cut into pieces. LOL. 

That's why I need more than 24 a day. It would be a lot easier if I hire a nanny, so I can do whatever I want without Vale in tow. BUT. Valentino is my first priority no matter what, so anything else comes secondary. In this case, blogging comes in.... fifteenth? Or lower. It's so hard to find time to write a good post. Take a look at my draft, and everything was like, "I'm such a terrible mother!" or "my baby poo poo a lot" or "my breasts are now asymmetrical!" That kinda stuff. Nothing matters. None was important :D But those def the sounds of my heart. 

Approaching Vale's third month, he finally has a sleeping pattern (yeayyy!) I was working extra hard to put him to sleep the way I want. Even tho he still wake up 2-3 times during night but at least he HAS TO sleep in my meal time, so I can enjoy some me time (a.k.a. catch up with friends on bbm *sigh) while eating. And you know, taking a looong bath is now a luxury for me. I usually take a bath as quickly as I can, I even took him to pee with me. Haha. Valentino cries a lot. (well, what do you expect? He barely 3 mos)  And I can't see him crying that much. I just can't. So it took a little bit longer to adjust his sleeping time. But thank God, it finally sees the light of day. It put me at ease when I go shopping with Mom during lunchtime or have dinner with mr. D, he would sleep peacefully in his stroller. Anyway, accustomed him in his stroller, was a WHOLE new story. 

Between sweat and blood, there is happiness that even money can't buy.. and no offend but, even mommies with nanny can't feel. I knew some mothers who don't want to sleep with their babies from day one. I just couldn't understand that notion. WHY?! Why do you want to have a baby in the first place if you have to leave him with nanny... 
I've just imagined what if I don't sleep with Vale anymore. What if he became so restless and cry a lot, would nanny be as patience as me when take care of him? What if Vale thirsty in the middle of the night and the nanny sleepy? No one guarantee that nanny would be wake up happily and prepare his milk. 

My friends keep asking me why the hell I didn't hire a nanny?
Well I have patience and love that as huge as the ocean, smiles that never fade, and I never run out of breastmilk. Which nanny has those criteria? Shortly, this whole "nanny" idea is def not for me. There are too many cons than pro when it comes to hire a nanny. I even can't think of the pros because I'm a SAHM (stay at home mom) now so I don't need someone who take care of Vale while I'm away. Sometimes, I do want to get my hair (or face) (or body) done. Dip down in the yummy treatment like I used to do back in the day. But you know what, they all can wait. It's so worth it to have a disheveled hair, a bit blackheads, or long nails while my baby's golden age keep rolling in. Because I don't wanna miss a thing. 






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