I am supposed to go back to work on Saturday this week, 21st of January but I asked my boss for
mercy an extension. We are not ready since I still have a few days of leave credits, I decided to max it out. My leave has been extended until the end of this month.
The baby is still, yet to accept bottle feeding. *Insert a huge sigh that echoes from planet to planet here.*
I’ve been pumping my own milk, store it in little breastmilk storage bags to use to practice him. It’s frozen, thawed and mildly heated and put in bottle. The plastic silicon teat is shaped like a real nipple, the milk inside the bottle is familiar as it’s my own so what could go wrong? Apparently, our baby boy knows what fake boob is. I bet he will never marry someone with silicon implants when he grows up!
He screams bloody murder the moment the plastic nipple touches his mouth! So many bags of pumped breastmilk is wasted because it can’t be refrozen or reheated or stored again for future use.
On top of this all, we actually have Plan B – that I bring him and a nanny to my friend’s house near where I work and every time he needs to nurse, I’ll just disappear from my work desk. Sounds good? Actually no. I don’t prefer Plan B because that would mean bringing a small baby in the car while negotiating Dubai’s early morning rush, traffic and dangerous driving of some motorists. Then I have to drive him home again in the evening. Too risky.
So, we are only left with the option for him to take the bottle. I will be going home at lunch time and request for a shorter work time so I can go home earlier than usual. But then, he still needs to feed 2-3 times when I am not home. How will he cope? Will he not starve?
Just thinking about this while the days pass by so quickly makes my head spin. My poor baby.