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Since the doctor told me that I should not do any heavy lifting, I no longer dance the Little One to sleep. The new bedtime routine is clean up, dress up, close the light and lie on the bed/nurse till the cute one falls asleep.
I’m ok with this new routine ‘coz I really can’t carry her for a long time anymore. She’s too heavy now. So to those peeps who kept saying that I’m spoiling my baby by always hugging and carrying her…that because I let her sleep on my chest will ruin her — remember my answer? It has always been the same answer : This won’t be forever. One day I won’t be able to carry her and she will eventually want to be on her own. THIS is that time. She’s too big and heavy to carry now. Guess what? She’s not ruined and definitely not spoiled. She’s still a normal toddler acting like a toddler.
Ooops, got carried away on that one. That’s not why I am writing this post.
Last night, we were doing our usual bedtime routine. Blakey was already falling asleep. Her eyes closed and the sucking has died down. (TMI, I know!) When suddenly, her head jerked up and she sat down on the bed next to me. I was facing her and she was facing me, only she was looking at something behind me. Then she started saying “mama. mama..mama..” over and over. Then she looked at the other side of the room, still saying “mama.. mama…”
Mama` – tagalog term meaning “man”, usually a stranger.
I had to muster all my courage and reach out to her, pull her close next to me and say without my voice shaking … “there’s no mama`, baby. Only mommy is here.”
Oh my freakin gaaard!! Please don’t tell me she’s seeing things! I’m such a sissy when it comes to things unknown!!