A short back story… I was quite late into this smart phone thing. I mean, when every one else was lugging around their iPhones and Android phones, I was still holding on to my Blackberry 9320. It served me well since 2013. Until I became a new mom, and documenting my little one’s daily activities has made me change my perspective. Suddenly, I felt the need to have a phone with a good camera, with lots of internal memory. So came April 2017, I jumped into the bandwagon, and reluctantly handed over my Blackberry to my husband, whose keypad phone has just died. It was empowering! I could do so many things at the same time. I could wash the dishes while video calling with a friend. I could chat with family and friends while in commute. And the greatest thing was, it could babysit my toddler at the restaurant!
However, things are starting to go downhill lately. As I progressed into the second trimester of my second pregnancy, I felt more and more tired. Blamed it on the blaring hormones during the first trimester. But how come I was still tired? I wasn’t even doing the household chores that I usually did before. Not even cooking that much, not even cleaning that much, to the point that I’d pray friends and my inlaws wouldn’t come by. My family, especially my sisters, are welcome though since they help me clean up. Hahaha!
Soooo… I have a confession to make. It’s something I have been struggling for months now. I feel like I am losing control over how I use my smart phone. No, I just don’t feel it. I am losing control. It’s the first thing I pick up in the morning, and last thing that I put down at night. I’ve deleted social media apps, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter, but it’s no use. I can still use Google Chrome that came along with my phone.
So, I am breaking up with my smart phone. There were two instances that led me to this. One happened last Saturday. My husband was on the computer, and I was on my phone, when suddenly my son approached me with an empty glass of milk and his bottle of sterilized water. My first thought was, okay he’s asking for another glass of milk until I asked my husband if he has given Clark a glass of milk, and said that he didn’t. I stood up right away to check the glass of milk in the fridge. And it wasn’t there. Which only meant one thing: he has drank the milk from the fridge. That we had prepared before we left for Sarangani. The week before.
It was a total face palm moment for me. I have thought of discarding the milk just hours before, but never really ended up doing it and settled on the bed to check Facebook or my recently installed Instagram app instead. My husband scolded me. I can’t blame him. If something were to happen to our son, there’s no other person to blame but myself. It was total negligence. Which could have been avoided had I 1) discarded the milk right away when I remembered about it, and 2) limited the use of my phone especially when the little one is awake.
Another one just happened about one or two weeks before. Same scenario: my husband on the computer and me on my phone. When I suddenly heard my son cry. From our terrace! I didn’t know he could open the glass door already, and we were confident he was just inside the house. My husband and I flew from our seats and immediately went outside. The good thing was, even at 28 months, he still wasn’t used to getting down the stairs and would often hold our hand when he wants to go down. But still, the things that could have happened…
My husband and I decided, for the best interest of every one, that I will ditch my phone and go back to my trusty Blackberry (and my husband gets my Android phone) or sell my smartphone and buy a Nokia 3310. We chose the former. The switch will happen tonight. We’ll see what happens in a week.