I believe that the best thing I could give to my son is a good marriage, so that is why when I had an event to attend near the KLCC – or the Petronas Twin Tower, where my husband works – I would happily sneak out and get our couple time.
Regardless of the event providing free food (KL Convention Centre surelt serves delicious food), I insisted on having breakfast together.
It was a beautiful day, and I was glad spending it with my husband instead of networking over breakfast – and proposed for a lunch date as well, thinking that I could skip my direct nursing session with Isa that afternoon since I have already provided more than enough expressed breastmilk for the day.
And so we had a great lunch sharing a plate of Cantonese Yee Mee – until I read what was jotted down by the baby sitter on Isa’s daily log book:
Those in blue ink says:
Noon: sleep – woke up crying – suckle a bit – refused nipple when given – pat to sleep – wait for mommy to come – (but mommy didn’t)
Now somebody feels guilty.