When the mummy is away...

Annabelle is not well again. It is the season of cough, flu and fever? She was down with cough and flu on Friday. Poor little girl, whenever she cough I can hear phlegms forming too. Went and see the paede, she said it is a normal virus and given us some medication.

On Saturday, I needed to work for half a day (11am to 3.30pm) for education fair at PWTC. It is part of my duty as a lecturer to attend education fair. Ivan had to swap his Saturday duty to accommodate this. I had been having the worries that if Annabelle is going to be okay with him for half a day. On top of my worries, Annabelle is not feeling well. I had no choice to "tabah hati" to go off for work. Ivan sent me to PWTC at 9.30am, as I was just about to settle down; I receive 2 missed call from him. He told me that bb is crying and refuse to drink milk, refuse to eat medicine, refuse to sleep. I was totally panic as I had not even start my day of work. I told Ivan to "Hang it there!" I will try to leave a little earlier to come home".

15 minutes later, I text Ivan to see if everything is okay. This is the text I received" She shat on me... Then I clean and wipe her...Then she cry still... then try to give her milk she still cry... then I give her medicine and water she still cry... I give her puting she still cry... Try to dodo her she cry... So in conclusion she cry lor...". Can you imagine how I felt when I saw this message? My heart really sink and hope that the time is now 3.30pm, I can fly home. At 1++pm, Ivan told me that "She is sleeping n he will fine with her."  With this sms, I was able to breath a little.

Finally, I spoken to one of my colleague and ask Sathya for approval for earlier leave, I rush home. Sometime, God is really testing me; the more I wanted to get home earlier the train was late, was packed with people that I can't squeeze it. Finally, I managed to reach home at about 5pm... Saw Annabelle and she gave me a smile on her face. Immediately, I carried her and comforted her. I could tell Ivan was exhausted (as he himself is not well).

I really proud of my husband that though Annabelle was fussy Ivan was still able to feed her milk eventually, feed her one dose of medicine and put her to sleep at last.

As I was reflecting what happened yesterday, I suddenly thought of my mother. How she was able to take care of 4 of us when we were young? Did we cry as much when she was away? Now that I am a mother, I can fully relate to her feeling and understand the responsible of a mother.

To my husband: I am so so proud of you... You are right! You are always by my side. I will definately going to tell your daughter in the near future how her papa took care of her when she was fussy and when the mummy is away...