Date Night without Dobbes

Tonight, Mobbes and Bobbes left Dobbes at home with Bibik and had their first date night out at Absinthe, the Restaurant Francaise at 48 Bukit Pasoh Road.

It was a little strange not to have to pack the red Kate Spade baby bag and get the Baby Bjorn out for him. I chose my own outfit instead of obsessing over which mittens and socks go with which romper or onesie.

We made sure there was more than enough expressed milk in the fridge and Mobbes gave our little wriggling worm his evening bath before leaving. Daddoes fed him and when we kissed Dobbes goodbye, he was smiling contentedly in his cot, eyes closed.

As if saying, "Go on ahead, you guys, you deserve a little romp on the town!"

I refrained from calling home from the carpark on our way out.


We met Phillippe at the restaurant, which was minty new and very chic indeed. I started with scallops and proceeded with duck while Mobbes had his meat and potatoes. Matt gave me a splash of red wine although I couldn't resist joining them in a glass of bubbly as an aperitif. All the better to let Dobbes sleep through the night.

I gave in to temptation at about 8pm and called home. Bibik picked up.

"Everything all right?" I asked, visions of him crying out for us, refusing his bottle, etc. etc.

"Yes, Mam!" said Su, our helper. "He's drifting off to sleep, only thing is he wants to be cuddled."

A flood of emotion when through me as I pictured a typical night in with Dobbes: us in our jammies feeding and I felt the 'ol familiar tingle. Thank god for breast pads!

I turned to Mobbes, who was considering splitting an order of Absinthe with Matt, who told us he "lost two days" the last time he imbibed it.

"Let's hurry home soon," I said. "I miss Mini."

He looked a bit surprised but pleased. "You sure you don't want to shisha after this?"

I had initially hankered to visit my favourite Arabian cafe in Arab Street to have a session of hookah after being deprived of it during pregnancy and confinement.

"Nah, it can wait."

When we got dropped off home by Shila, we ran to the door, tore off our shoes and banged on Su's door. She opened it smilingly but looking a little tired. Dobbes' white Moses cot was in her room and he was wriggling happily inside.

I sniffed at his strong, sweet, baby scent and wanted to pick him up but Mobbes beat me to it. He led the way back to our room and I thanked Bibik for watching him.

Predictably, the minute we shut thebedroom door, Dobbes opened his eyes and wailed.

I settled into bed, got a boob out and cuddled him. All is as it shoud be.