I knew I had reached a new low as a first-time mom when I put a custard-filled brioche and a poo-filled diaper in my purse/diaper bag (both items were in separate bags of course). I hesitated momentarily when I ate the brioche later that Tuesday afternoon. But the pastry and a cup of a Earl Grey tea hit the spot when Fong Yee gave me a break during one of her naps.
I was an efficient, well-organized journalist until January 31. But these days I’m just a sleep-deprived, breast-feeding and diaper-changing machine. Fong Yee has no patience if I don’t respond immediately to her cries. I consider myself lucky to have my hair combed before I leave the house.
I used to follow business and international news quite closely for my job as an online editor. But the CBC radio is my main source of information these days. Its voice is my constant companion during my long and often lonely days spent mainly at home with Fong Yee.
One thing is certain though with Fong Yee: each day is different. I miss having time to myself, but it’s rewarding to see her smile and gabble.
I also miss adult conversation! I’m part of a moms’ group on my street, but after five months I have yet to have anyone in the group ask me anything about myself. I love talking about my baby, but it seems people only identify me with Fong Yee these days. I no longer exist.