Mom of 3rd Culture Kids

It was hard for my li’l girl to say good bye last night. I guess she will never get used to the fact that friends and family will not be with us forever. I mean, I we already had our countless of good byes for many years. People come and people go.. we visit places and leave after a few days or months. She did shed some tears in the past but maybe as she grows older, she longs for a friend who’s also a girl and of her age.

Last night, after we sent our friends to the bus station, she cried so hard and was telling us that she wants her “ate Ria” ( her friend). We had to explain to her that she has to go back to their place and be coming back soon. I thought she was over it when we came back home. But when I was putting her to sleep she cried and cried holding the thing that her Ate Ria gave her until she fell asleep.

I can’t help but feel sad for her too.

I gave birth to my first child in the Philippines. I could have always given birth in Malaysia (in  my Hubby’s place) or Thailand ( where we are based) but then it was my first delivery and I wanted to be home with my immediate family. My father was also diagnosed with cancer at that time so, I wanted to spend more time with him.

So, I traveled with my Hubby on the plane to the Philippines at 7 months in my pregnancy. Of course, I brought my Doctor’s letter and was allowed to board the aircraft. And because of our work in Thailand. My Hubby had to go back to Malaysia for work.

He only came back in time for my delivery and brought back our li’l baby back to Malaysia at 3 weeks old.

15 days is actually the minumum age for a baby to travel on an aircraft but we just gave it a week allowance since it seems so pitiful for our baby. Our Dr. even suggested that we can wait for the baby to be a month old but then due to my Hubby’s work, we had to go back immediately.

..to be continued