Thursday, January 28, 2010
Powderpuff girl
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
What's in the library
Imagine the scene: the clock strikes 2 in the early morning; the husband is half asleep; the baby is crying; the wife frantically flips through books under dimmed lights “what does the book say”...Well if only it's that easy... After a few days/ nights of book referrals, I gave up. I'm learning to labour into REST and be led by the spirit.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
The real drill- cont’d
Night 3 after CL left – The party started from 1am to 6am. Fed: 2x. Diaper change: 6x. Picked up pacifier that dropped off the mouth: 100x.
I need a lasik surgery- sleeping with my glasses on is super unglam…
The real drill
The honeymoon period is over. The confinement lady left 2 days ago. Despite her initial incompetence, she spared us from some sleepless nights as she was in charged of the night feeds for a few weeks. We were blessed to have some 6 hours of sleep every night.
Night 1 after CL left- BB S moved in with us. She was cranky from about 1am to 3am. Fed, changed, burped, carried, checked room temperature, fed again, pacified and finally after almost 2 hours, M managed to put her to sleep (I fell asleep half way through!)
Night 2 after CL left- Mom (aka the nanny of the century) offered to help and BB S moved in with her. Apparently, the rated nanny was also challenged as BB S was cranky from 2am to 4am, refused to be fed.
Night 3 - ??
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
The chef returns…
A few nights ago, I had a sudden crave for fried rice and felt like cooking. It’s been months since I last cooked! It was weird to not able to find a few things in my own kitchen as it’s been conquered by mom and confinement lady. I secretly felt like I’ve lost my sanctuary…
Simple fried rice with Chinese sausage and chicken but it was extra tastier after one-month of abstinence!
Note: 1st time in history, baby’s mom cooked for the hired confinement aunty!
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Total-mom or sophisticated?

Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Happy 1st month
Thank God for the 30 days! As I held Sophie today, I know that very soon, I will miss the feeling of holding her whole body in my arms (as she grows bigger and bigger!!). Just a matter of a week or two ago, I was able to cup her with one arm, but I need two arms now. Sometimes I still think it's surreal and asked M “How did this little thing manage to hide in my tummy for 9 months?” The first few times M responded with “What kind of stupid question is that". Now, he just ignore me :). It is really amazing how this little fella has accompanied ME and only ME for the past 9 months, just me and her, doing everything together, 24/7, sharing every emotions of mine, being with me as I slogged through the nights in the office, kicking me to signal me to go home and rest! I get all teary every time I think of that... I know this may be a bit late, but I'm finally getting gushy about my pregnancy. I was quite neutral through out my pregnancy (apart from the 1st 2 days after discovering that I was preggers). I was not overly in awe or sentimental (if you remember, I didn't tear when I first saw the sonogram). I promise to be gushier next round!
Oh just humour me to be gushy for the last time today: I wish I can cup her in my arms forever (ok, the cynics are probably vomiting by now). As my dad was telling me: “Soon she will grow and be able to argue with you...”(Gulp). Let me indulge in my dream for a little longer...