I cannot believe I have been neglecting my blog for a week already, I told myself I was going to blog at least twice a week, but I just haven’t really been able to. It’s the last week of the first summer session and I’ve had stuff to turn in and I’ve started preparing for finals since yesterday, but I thought I’d take a few minutes and blog, to get my mind feeling nice and relax.
Time is passing by so quickly, Andres is already seven months. I feel like he was just born yesterday. I remember the first time I saw him, the feeling I felt when I first attached him to my breast, and the same feeling I continue to have every single time I breast feed him. These past five weeks I haven’t been able to breast feed him as much and I miss it, but I’m glad he takes the bottle, I know he won’t starve or wait for me. Although he does seem to be so exited when he sees me get home.
I see him and run to the bathroom to wash my hands from the bacteria of the bus, and as soon as he sees that I am leaving he starts crying for me to return and not leave him again. Sometimes I feel bad, but I know that he’s in good hands with his daddy and grandma. It gives me much relief knowing that he’s not under a stranger’s care. Strangers, I believe, will never take care of a baby or child as well as someone who knows him or her and is in very close (and I mean very close) relation to him.
There are very few people who should take care of a child; very few people who have patience and love for children. I remember one time in the shop my husband works in a lady came in with three children. Two of them were hers and the other was a child she was taking care of. She spoke ill about this little girl. Saying that she misbehaved, she was always bad and always dirty. The little girl was playing with the baby, waving his rattle-like toy in front of him while he smiled. The other girl (the lady’s child) was telling her not to touch it, to leave it alone because it’s her baby brother’s toy. The girl didn’t pay any attention to her and continue to play with him. Then the girl shouted to her mother, telling her that she had taken the boy’s toy and she’s playing with it. The mother yelled at her to behave and sit down like a good girl, to leave his toy alone and not take it away from him. Then she turned to my mother-in-law and said see what I tell you? She doesn’t behave. My mother in law didn’t pay any attention to her she just continued to do her work.
Then there are those that physically abuse, not just children but babies as well. And that’s what hits me a lot because babies can’t talk, they can’t say anything, they can’t tell you what’s wrong and if the babysitter is taking good care of them.
Anyway, he’s in good hands. I have to go back to preparing for finals.
