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Babysitting

Am I the only one who sometimes find it difficult to start a post without sounding awkward? 🙊

(That's a good way to start today's post though.)

The Sunday two weeks ago, I helped a friend babysit her 2 children. You'd probably know if you've seen my Instag but I was really looking forward to spending quality time with them. I don't get many chances to see them, you see.

What happened was their father suffered a minor stroke on Friday and had been admitted since then. (He got discharged on the 3rd though.) It is not at all advisable to bring the kids to and fro the hospital every day so my mom offered to help. Besides, to commute between Boon Lay (where they live) and NUH with 2 children would be really stressful.

The kids were very well-behaved during their stay here. Unlike their usual behavior, they listened well, ate well and slept well too. Jayden normally has a hard time leaving his mother's side but he was surprisingly easily bribed this time. 

Also, they never once asked for their mother when they were here with me. #achievementunlocked #missioncompleted

They only stayed a night because they were supposed to go back to school on Tuesday. Unfortunately, Jayden came down with a fever but still ended up being lugged to the hospital because there is no one available to look after the children. :'(

Truth is, as much as I adore them and enjoy spending time with them, it was a horror.

Times like this I really salute my helper for being more than just capable. She had to watch over Shelty, who relentlessly went after the kids each time they stomped past him. She also had to make sure the children were fed well + safe. On top of which, she had to ensure I was in good shape because the kids were honestly a handful and there were so many instances I felt like giving up.

But I didn't.

I made sure they took their nap. I took them down for a walk. I printed cartoon drawings for them to colour. I coloured with them. I bought bubble and taught them how to blow them. I showered Jewelle for 2 days. I've never felt myself do so much ever since we got a helper but it was a good prelude to what may come when I have my own children.

I'm not complaining, just not sure if I'm prepared.

On the first day, I brought Jewelle to my ahma's house where Mama was playing mahjong at only because there was nothing left to do in my home.

On the way back, I told her to go take a slide and she did. :')


While walking back, we coincidentally bumped into my helper and Jayden. She had brought him down as she needed to go get some garlic and shallots.

Too precious, all too precious

My only decent photo with Jewelle

Jewelle decided she will get to decide when I am allowed to take photos with her. In all the other pictures, she either looks away, gives a poser look or an absolutely hideous one.

Jayden's turn to spoil the photo

I told them to pose nicely so that I can send the photo to their mom but obviously Jayden was rebelling.

I love you all the same nonetheless

The same evening, Jewelle was telling me stuff that her school teaches her and apparently that included some kungfu fighting. Spontaneously and excitedly ran up in front of me to demonstrate all her learnings:


All very blur photos of her because she was so hyper active and wouldn't pause even a second for me to take the shot! Still very touched by her gesture. :')

I don't have many photos of/with Jayden because my helper took care of him most of the time. Also because Jewelle was very attached to me the whole time and I had no heart to leave her despite being completely worn out and overwhelmed by her energy. The only time I rested was when they were taking their nap but that too I woke up so many times in an hour because I was afraid either one of them might roll of the bed in my room (door closed so Shelty had no chance of trespassing).

The day I sent them back, they were both very grumpy because they didn't get to nap. And it shows just how essential that 1~2 hour nap is! I almost died when they began squabbling over everything and when Jewelle started whining at every single thing Jayden did. (Of course, the boy was acting all nonchalant and oblivious.)

Overall, very thankful I had this opportunity to grow closer to the kids. Its such a pity I don't see them as often as I wish I could but every time I do, they never fail to surprise me with their maturity. I can only imagine how hard it is for them to grow up under such circumstances, which is why I feel very fortunate and even more so when I know I can help them.

Already looking forward to seeing them again! Just heard from the teeter that we might have to babysit them again on the 17th. ;-)

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