Happy Holidays to you all. I can only imagine the exciting get-togethers between you, your friends and your families. That is what Christmas should be about after all. Bonding. Well, I personally didn’t get around to doing that. I worked the whole of Christmas Day and just fell on my bed in the evening and literally blacked out.
Last time, I told you about my sadness over Kwezi’s sudden loss of appetite and my decision to send her to her grandparents’ house so that we can see if change of scenery will help revive it. She has been gone for a week but not without some drama of course. When my brother picked her up on Sunday night, she was excited, but within 30 minutes of getting to my parents’ house, my phone was blasting with messages. You see, Kwezi promptly sleeps at 8pm. So when they picked her up at 10pm, it was assumed that she would go straight to bed. How wrong we all were. She started off asking for her mummy. My mother thought that she would be asleep in no time but the girl wanted her mother and she was not willing to sleep till she saw her. They called for advice. I had none. All I could tell them that eventually, she would get tired and sleep. Not this time. She started crying. They panicked. They tried toys, television, phone games and etcetera, but she was not interested. She wanted her mother and it was non-negotiable. I started panicking. I got a recording of her from my sister where she really sounded sad. I jumped from panic to sadness. It was now midnight. My mother eventually decided to take her for a walk at 12.30am and thankfully, it worked wonders. She eventually slept.
I have always told people about how great it would be if we were like children and had the ability to move on so quickly. The next day, I received a message and photos clearly indicating that Kwezi was not only well, but she had adjusted like the “kickboxer” that she is.
She is still with my parents but I am told that she calls every female who comes to the house ‘mummy’ but she is doing just fine.
The past one week has been one of very peaceful mornings because Kwezi is not here to wake me up very early, but if she adjusted well, I think I did the opposite. How do people manage to leave their babies and go to another continent to work or study? Of course in the long run, you have to think about how beneficial this is for you and your child but I am miserable. I feel lonely without her. The plan was that she comes back after two weeks and it has been nine days but I don’t think that I can handle this.
Kwezi is my drug and I am having withdrawal symptoms.