08.01.10
Off to see the wide, wide world
It’s the middle of the night. I have finally succumbed to the inevitable. I have been trying to hold off the anxious list-writing for at least another 24 hours. But the terror has struck tonight.. therefore no sleep for me.
And.. I ask you.. what else should I do but blog?
On Monday we are flying to Malaysia with the express purpose to introduce Micah to his third Great Grandmother and various uncles and aunts. I am, perhaps unreasonably, stressed and anxious about the trip. I guess it’s the unfamiliarity and unknown.. something I was quite happy to deal with pre-baby.
Before Micah was born I was a person who liked routine. You know, the sort who has a routine for getting up in the morning etc. I am open to change, but generally my comfort lies in routine and the familiar. This side of me is on hyper-drive now that we have Micah. I stress out when he doesn’t sleep when he’s supposed to.. or when I have to delay feeding him. He is on a written routine that I can recite for you – but that would be incredibly boring.
So hopefully you can understand my anxiety about an 8 hour plane trip, an unfamiliar destination and a 3 hour time difference.
The other thing that’s been interesting about this pending trip is that Haoran and I feel quite detached from it. It was organised by H’s parents… plane tickets, accomodation.. everything. So it’s quite different from our European trip where we planned every last minute. The thing is.. we have no ownership over it.
And as I said.. I’ve been trying not to dwell to much on it, so the actual realisation that… “Oh yeah! We’re going to another country on Monday!”.. hasn’t really set in.
In other news, Micah started pulling himself up to standing and roaming furniture over Christmas… which is kind of awesome. It also means we have to watch him more because he’s still getting his legs for it.
I know I shouldn’t be anxious about him.. he copes so well generally. He’ll probably be an angel on the flight and charm the pants off everyone. But I’m the mother – so I get to worry – it’s my job.
