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I did mention my girl is a real cheeky monkey right?
Now that we have turned her car seat to front facing (she has surpassed the 9kg mark) it's easier for her to see me when I turned to the back.
She has this habit of teasing me. She will be happily sucking on her pacifier, and then she would call out to get my attention (the helper usually sits with her at the back). She would then take the pacifier out and then hand it to me. So I'll take it away and pretend to suck on it when I turned to the front. She would then make noises and demand for her pacifier back by stretching her hand out. I would then pass it back to her and face to the front again. She would then call out to me again, hold out the pacifier to me and then return the pacificer back to her mouth when I stretched out my hand. Again I turn to the front, she calls out to me, and .... you get the idea anyway. Annoyed that she's teasing me? Not when she's grinning away and occasionally snorting when giggling.
Oh, and my helper told me that baby signalled to her for milk today. So I am right, that particular version of hers is a sign for milk!
Mummy's Mood: Strutting like a peacock.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Just one night ...
To figure out if we could manage my girl alone if we decided to go away on a trip, we thought that a night stay at one of the local hotel would be a good tryout.
We had the perfect excuse, to celebrate the hubby's birthday. I found a family package and so we decided to try it out. Well, the hotel stay was 1 thing - the service expectations were not met. But most importantly, we did have a nice room/ tiolet. The bed, it was so ultra springy that when my hubby turned on his side, I was awoken up by his movement. Thankfully my gal slept through it all.
It didn't start well. She was initially ok with the room, and we had some toys to distract her. However, the moment we drew the blackout curtains so that the darkness would lull her to sleep, she started crying - NONSTOP, for 30 minutes. Nothing could stop her and she cling on to me like a koala bear. Even a visit to the loo had her slinged against me.
In the end, we decided to go out - had to use the build-a-bear vouchers than came with the package anyway. So off we went, the pram only worked for a little while and she was mostly in the sling or carried by the hubby. The first stop was of course build-a-bear shop and she finally showed some interest in a blue bear (all of them had the same tags, but she only showed interest in that blue bear's tag) but eventually we choise a brown bear which was made of velvety's material. Wanted it soft and squishy, but it was still a little hard to my liking. We choose a ballerina outfit that came complete with the shoes and a "ear" piece - with a decent price tag (I had a little heartattack when I saw the price tags). We will probably go back again when she's older to appreciate the bear and does the dress me up dress me down thingy.
Went for a light dinner (since we already had tea at the hotel - she was bouncing to the live music!) after wandering in ToyRus and started to head back to the hotel - with lots of aprehension. I asked the hubby if we should send her back to my mum's place where our helper was staying for the night. He shrugged and said to adopt a wait and see approach. I decided a quick stop to give her some milk, hoping she would fall asleep on the way back to the hotel - but it didn't work. However, I was pleasantly surprised that she had her own version of signing "milk" which I tried signing to her.
She was wide awake when we reach the room and she was ready to cry the moment I sat on the bed (she was still in the sling!). I was dreading the possiblity of sending her back, since my family would brand me a failure! I went over to the couch and pointed out the traffic on Sheares Bridge to her. She was amused enough to warm up quickly and I could bring her over to the bed. She rolled around a little and I was quite pleased that she was finally OK with the room. I was thinking if I should changed her diaper since that might arouse her from her sleepy state, when she suddenly sat up, and stared at me with a shocked expression. I guessed correctly she pooped and did the necessary things. She was quite contented for me to rub her tummy and to clean her up. I also managed to change her into her jammies, which on hindsight was a bit warm for the room. The material is only slightly thicker than her other rompers and we had set the aircon to 10 degrees and on fan speed 3. I'm not killing Earth, it's just that the air circulation of the room is so bad, the cold spot is the couch area!
She continued to roll on the bed for a while more, giggling, SNORTING and smiling, then she suddenly stopped. We peered at her (we were lying on her sides and just watching her roll about) and she was fast asleep. I looked at the clock and it was WAY past her bedtime of 8pm - 11:22pm! I couldn't washed up her bottles since she was still not in deep sleep yet. She screamed in her sleep a couple of times, but was quickly soothed and back to sleep. She was OK for the rest of the night except when we reduce the fan speed to 1, and it got too warm for her (even the hubby kicked off the blanket - he was earlier clothed in his clothes and bathrobe, before huddling under the blanket).
Her breakfast? Wow, seafood porridge (fish and prawns I believe), rice with tofu and miso soup, mashed banana with yoghurt, glutinous rice and some bread. She was happily chomping down everything, and burping out loud TWICE inbetween the food.
I then took a bath with her (it was horrible on the first day, she refused to have her bath, so we quickly just splashed her and then dressed her) and she enjoyed it so much that she didn't want to get out! She cried a little when the hubby took over the dressing bit while I showered. We had a little accident before her naptime - I accidentally clipped her finger when I was putting the cover back on the milk bottle. It must had been very painful, cuz her cry came out like 10 seconds after her face went red and all scrunched up! I patted her to sooth her and she promptly fell asleep. She slept for 1.5 hours while we watched Bourne Ultimatum (part of the package - 1movie!) - ya, through all the sounds from the TV. She woked up 5 minutes after the movie ended, so it was just nice as we had also finished packing.
It was a good experience - I had my fair share of doubts that I could make it, and she clinged to me like a koala and eventually having a good time before sleeping made me believe that I can take care of my girl (sorry for the clipped finger). It was not to say, I did it all on my own. The hubby helped too, even though my gal was screaming her head off whenever he tried to carry her. It must had been hard for him too, but he did a great job! He could manage her better than I can - the crying really gets me, and he has more faith in us as parents that I do.
Oh, Happy birthday dearie! I think we could try a 2 night stay sometime soon *hint hint: my birthday is coming soon!*
We had the perfect excuse, to celebrate the hubby's birthday. I found a family package and so we decided to try it out. Well, the hotel stay was 1 thing - the service expectations were not met. But most importantly, we did have a nice room/ tiolet. The bed, it was so ultra springy that when my hubby turned on his side, I was awoken up by his movement. Thankfully my gal slept through it all.
It didn't start well. She was initially ok with the room, and we had some toys to distract her. However, the moment we drew the blackout curtains so that the darkness would lull her to sleep, she started crying - NONSTOP, for 30 minutes. Nothing could stop her and she cling on to me like a koala bear. Even a visit to the loo had her slinged against me.
In the end, we decided to go out - had to use the build-a-bear vouchers than came with the package anyway. So off we went, the pram only worked for a little while and she was mostly in the sling or carried by the hubby. The first stop was of course build-a-bear shop and she finally showed some interest in a blue bear (all of them had the same tags, but she only showed interest in that blue bear's tag) but eventually we choise a brown bear which was made of velvety's material. Wanted it soft and squishy, but it was still a little hard to my liking. We choose a ballerina outfit that came complete with the shoes and a "ear" piece - with a decent price tag (I had a little heartattack when I saw the price tags). We will probably go back again when she's older to appreciate the bear and does the dress me up dress me down thingy.
Went for a light dinner (since we already had tea at the hotel - she was bouncing to the live music!) after wandering in ToyRus and started to head back to the hotel - with lots of aprehension. I asked the hubby if we should send her back to my mum's place where our helper was staying for the night. He shrugged and said to adopt a wait and see approach. I decided a quick stop to give her some milk, hoping she would fall asleep on the way back to the hotel - but it didn't work. However, I was pleasantly surprised that she had her own version of signing "milk" which I tried signing to her.
She was wide awake when we reach the room and she was ready to cry the moment I sat on the bed (she was still in the sling!). I was dreading the possiblity of sending her back, since my family would brand me a failure! I went over to the couch and pointed out the traffic on Sheares Bridge to her. She was amused enough to warm up quickly and I could bring her over to the bed. She rolled around a little and I was quite pleased that she was finally OK with the room. I was thinking if I should changed her diaper since that might arouse her from her sleepy state, when she suddenly sat up, and stared at me with a shocked expression. I guessed correctly she pooped and did the necessary things. She was quite contented for me to rub her tummy and to clean her up. I also managed to change her into her jammies, which on hindsight was a bit warm for the room. The material is only slightly thicker than her other rompers and we had set the aircon to 10 degrees and on fan speed 3. I'm not killing Earth, it's just that the air circulation of the room is so bad, the cold spot is the couch area!
She continued to roll on the bed for a while more, giggling, SNORTING and smiling, then she suddenly stopped. We peered at her (we were lying on her sides and just watching her roll about) and she was fast asleep. I looked at the clock and it was WAY past her bedtime of 8pm - 11:22pm! I couldn't washed up her bottles since she was still not in deep sleep yet. She screamed in her sleep a couple of times, but was quickly soothed and back to sleep. She was OK for the rest of the night except when we reduce the fan speed to 1, and it got too warm for her (even the hubby kicked off the blanket - he was earlier clothed in his clothes and bathrobe, before huddling under the blanket).
Her breakfast? Wow, seafood porridge (fish and prawns I believe), rice with tofu and miso soup, mashed banana with yoghurt, glutinous rice and some bread. She was happily chomping down everything, and burping out loud TWICE inbetween the food.
I then took a bath with her (it was horrible on the first day, she refused to have her bath, so we quickly just splashed her and then dressed her) and she enjoyed it so much that she didn't want to get out! She cried a little when the hubby took over the dressing bit while I showered. We had a little accident before her naptime - I accidentally clipped her finger when I was putting the cover back on the milk bottle. It must had been very painful, cuz her cry came out like 10 seconds after her face went red and all scrunched up! I patted her to sooth her and she promptly fell asleep. She slept for 1.5 hours while we watched Bourne Ultimatum (part of the package - 1movie!) - ya, through all the sounds from the TV. She woked up 5 minutes after the movie ended, so it was just nice as we had also finished packing.
It was a good experience - I had my fair share of doubts that I could make it, and she clinged to me like a koala and eventually having a good time before sleeping made me believe that I can take care of my girl (sorry for the clipped finger). It was not to say, I did it all on my own. The hubby helped too, even though my gal was screaming her head off whenever he tried to carry her. It must had been hard for him too, but he did a great job! He could manage her better than I can - the crying really gets me, and he has more faith in us as parents that I do.
Oh, Happy birthday dearie! I think we could try a 2 night stay sometime soon *hint hint: my birthday is coming soon!*
Friday, February 15, 2008
The first straw ...
My girl officially can drink from a straw! She's now happily sipping from her Pigeon bottle. The only problem is, she forgets to close her lips before attempting to swallow, so we gets splashes of water from time to time. Otherwise, she's doing a brilliant job!
The cleaning fervour ...
Perhaps my girl has been watcing my helper cleaning the place once too often ...
After she got past her initial fixation of eating tissue paper, she will now take a piece from the tissue box or the wet wipes pack, and then happily start to wipe the table (if she's supporting herself on it) or the floor, as she merrily zips across the floor on all fours (well 3, since her hand is busy cleaning the floor at the same time).
I hope she grows up to like housework - cuz I don't ;P It means I can cook, bake and dirty the kitchen and she can clean the kitchen after me and more!
Muahahaha
After she got past her initial fixation of eating tissue paper, she will now take a piece from the tissue box or the wet wipes pack, and then happily start to wipe the table (if she's supporting herself on it) or the floor, as she merrily zips across the floor on all fours (well 3, since her hand is busy cleaning the floor at the same time).
I hope she grows up to like housework - cuz I don't ;P It means I can cook, bake and dirty the kitchen and she can clean the kitchen after me and more!
Muahahaha
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
To market, to market with a piglet ...
Well, since my girl was born in the year of the Pig, technically she's a piglet!
Anyway, I had been meaning to post this for some time, but it kept slipping my mind (the last case of serious forgetfulness, I FORGOT TO ATTEND MY COOKIES DECORATING CLASS! *SOB* and the fees were paid for already!).
I usually bring Vanessa to the wet market when I do my marketing and my hubby always wondered why - it's noisy, wet and I would be just buying things right?
This particular day that I brought her along, it was the Saturday before the CNY. The fishmonger in this market for some reason starts late, about 830am or so. So by the time I had finished shopping for the veggies, pork and chicken, I went over the fishmonger. We were waiting around his stall as they were still unloading his goods. Since I was carrying my girl, she had the same level of view of the action as me.
As the crowd begins to grow, some aunties started to crowd in front of us. It blocked her view and she did not hesitate to gently "beat" the person in front to show her displeasure. I was like "OH!!! BABY YOU CANNOT BEAT PEOPLE!!!" So as it went, I started moving further towards the back of crowd. The ironical thing was that I wanted the prawns which were already on display. The aunties were just waiting for the fish and in order to grab the good ones, they nudge their way to the front and park themselves there.
In my desperation (I really only wanted the prawns!), I yelled from the back "1kg of prawns! $12!" Unfortunately the fishmonger was busy discussing with the folks upfront about the stock he had for the day. So I tried again and this aunty in front of me went, "Aiyoh, so poor thing, marketing with the baby! Ok I help you!" She barged to the front, got the attention of the fishmonger, got the 1 kg of prawns for me, and collected the money on the fishmonger's behalf. I thanked her (I was so grateful!) and then we gather the rest of our purchase and headed home.
So bringing baby to the market isn't such a bad thing afterall!
Anyway, I had been meaning to post this for some time, but it kept slipping my mind (the last case of serious forgetfulness, I FORGOT TO ATTEND MY COOKIES DECORATING CLASS! *SOB* and the fees were paid for already!).
I usually bring Vanessa to the wet market when I do my marketing and my hubby always wondered why - it's noisy, wet and I would be just buying things right?
This particular day that I brought her along, it was the Saturday before the CNY. The fishmonger in this market for some reason starts late, about 830am or so. So by the time I had finished shopping for the veggies, pork and chicken, I went over the fishmonger. We were waiting around his stall as they were still unloading his goods. Since I was carrying my girl, she had the same level of view of the action as me.
As the crowd begins to grow, some aunties started to crowd in front of us. It blocked her view and she did not hesitate to gently "beat" the person in front to show her displeasure. I was like "OH!!! BABY YOU CANNOT BEAT PEOPLE!!!" So as it went, I started moving further towards the back of crowd. The ironical thing was that I wanted the prawns which were already on display. The aunties were just waiting for the fish and in order to grab the good ones, they nudge their way to the front and park themselves there.
In my desperation (I really only wanted the prawns!), I yelled from the back "1kg of prawns! $12!" Unfortunately the fishmonger was busy discussing with the folks upfront about the stock he had for the day. So I tried again and this aunty in front of me went, "Aiyoh, so poor thing, marketing with the baby! Ok I help you!" She barged to the front, got the attention of the fishmonger, got the 1 kg of prawns for me, and collected the money on the fishmonger's behalf. I thanked her (I was so grateful!) and then we gather the rest of our purchase and headed home.
So bringing baby to the market isn't such a bad thing afterall!
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Gong xi gong xi!
Update 1: The PD called the next day and said her kidneys looked good - no sign of scarring from the previous episode of UTI! *Yipee!*
Update 2: She now has 8 teeth! and from the looks of it, likely to be 12 teeth soon!
Update 3: My girl had a few first - 1) Her first ever buffet (samplings included the baked red snapper and mango ice cream) 2) Of course, her first ever Chinese New Year! She was relatively good - happiest when she was waving byebye to the relatives. She did a mega poop when I went to visit my aunt, so I hurried into the house and told them I'll do the kums later, gotta clear this pile of gold first! She wasn't very cooperative, twisting and turning. In the process, her socks got gold plated as well, so a whole lot went into my wet bag, which was inverted inside out since it was used as a diaper changing mat!
Pics? *sigh* We didn't get really good ones, but it's OK. I'll take some again soon. Meanwhile, enjoy this few pics!
I don't want to photographed!
Please please let me off, I promise to be good.
Fine! Take all pictures you want! *sulk*
Monday, January 28, 2008
The tears and the smiles
My girl was thankfully very cooperative with her mealtimes today, so we could max her feed for her solids and milk before she had to abstain from all food and liquid.
The clinic people had the same problem as the people at the hospital, they said it was hard to find the veins on her pudgy hands. *sigh* But anyway, let just say they did it, and it was very traumatic for me - I was crying and wringing my hands to her symphony of wails (my hubby was assisting the doctor). Towards the end, I went in to carry her so that they could finish taping up the temporary splint. We brought her to "shopping" at the minimart and she soon stop crying. Later we had a "very hot"walk to Botanica Gardens, and she went back to the clinic in good spirits. She was so smiley that even the technician was asking "Why are you so happy, baby? My reply was "that's because she doesn't know what you are going to do to her next!"
To cut it short, it went OK, and we are now waiting for the results to be sent to her PD. Once that is done, we will wait for her PD to let us know if her kidneys has been scarred or not *cross fingers*
It's been a very traumatic day for me - so much so that I am tired, but my mind is wide awake. I wish I could do more to help my girl, but I am proud that she's such a strong girl. Much much stronger than her mummy, because after she woke up, she seem to have forgotten what she went through today and was her usual sunshine self. That is something I have to learn from her - to move on.
The clinic people had the same problem as the people at the hospital, they said it was hard to find the veins on her pudgy hands. *sigh* But anyway, let just say they did it, and it was very traumatic for me - I was crying and wringing my hands to her symphony of wails (my hubby was assisting the doctor). Towards the end, I went in to carry her so that they could finish taping up the temporary splint. We brought her to "shopping" at the minimart and she soon stop crying. Later we had a "very hot"walk to Botanica Gardens, and she went back to the clinic in good spirits. She was so smiley that even the technician was asking "Why are you so happy, baby? My reply was "that's because she doesn't know what you are going to do to her next!"
To cut it short, it went OK, and we are now waiting for the results to be sent to her PD. Once that is done, we will wait for her PD to let us know if her kidneys has been scarred or not *cross fingers*
It's been a very traumatic day for me - so much so that I am tired, but my mind is wide awake. I wish I could do more to help my girl, but I am proud that she's such a strong girl. Much much stronger than her mummy, because after she woke up, she seem to have forgotten what she went through today and was her usual sunshine self. That is something I have to learn from her - to move on.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
the coming DMSA scan
My girl will be going for her DMSA scan tomorrow (for more information on DMSA scan, please refer to here). I'm a bit apprehensive and I'm starting to get butterflies in my tummy.
The mere thought of them having to insert an intravenous (IV) catheter into her little hand is making me cringe in horror and discomfort. I think my helper will be doubly traumatised since she was alone with her in the hospital when they had to do the same thing (we were home packing up things necessary for the admission). I can already imagine her wails, and the 2 hour seperation from the time they insert and the time they sedate and do the scan - that would probably be the worst as since she will be trying to rip if off and crying in discomfort.
All the worst scenarios keep flitting through my head (I shall not mention them) and it's not a pleasant thing to have to go through such things when she's so young. I'm a PESSIMIST, so I guess it makes it doubly worse for me - I can hardly think any happy thoughts.
Perhaps, as my ever optimist hubby says, I worry too much.
The mere thought of them having to insert an intravenous (IV) catheter into her little hand is making me cringe in horror and discomfort. I think my helper will be doubly traumatised since she was alone with her in the hospital when they had to do the same thing (we were home packing up things necessary for the admission). I can already imagine her wails, and the 2 hour seperation from the time they insert and the time they sedate and do the scan - that would probably be the worst as since she will be trying to rip if off and crying in discomfort.
All the worst scenarios keep flitting through my head (I shall not mention them) and it's not a pleasant thing to have to go through such things when she's so young. I'm a PESSIMIST, so I guess it makes it doubly worse for me - I can hardly think any happy thoughts.
Perhaps, as my ever optimist hubby says, I worry too much.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Just one of those little things others do ...
to make me happy!
I had emailed previously to this famous crystal company, asking if they would consider having baby gift memberships, that the membership could be dated to the birth or the month of the birth of the baby.
Within 2 days, they replied, saying that they would consider it and asked for my girl's membership details. After I replied, I forgot about it as I was very busy at work.
Then today, I checked my email and they replied me that they had dated my girl's membership to her DOB!
Ecstatic? Ya! Why? Because such a famous big crystal company is willing to cater to requests from one of their millions of members. It made me really happy the way they responded - because I didn't asked for my girl's membership to be backdated, but for in case, if I decided to have another kid. So for Vanessa's membership to be dated her DOB, it is a bonus to me.
It sure feels good, I'm going to print out that email and save it for her 21st birthday!
I had emailed previously to this famous crystal company, asking if they would consider having baby gift memberships, that the membership could be dated to the birth or the month of the birth of the baby.
Within 2 days, they replied, saying that they would consider it and asked for my girl's membership details. After I replied, I forgot about it as I was very busy at work.
Then today, I checked my email and they replied me that they had dated my girl's membership to her DOB!
Ecstatic? Ya! Why? Because such a famous big crystal company is willing to cater to requests from one of their millions of members. It made me really happy the way they responded - because I didn't asked for my girl's membership to be backdated, but for in case, if I decided to have another kid. So for Vanessa's membership to be dated her DOB, it is a bonus to me.
It sure feels good, I'm going to print out that email and save it for her 21st birthday!
Sunday, January 20, 2008
The certification process ...
of being parents ...
And don't laugh at others, especially the hubby, because what goes round comes round.
Today's my helper's 2nd day off and we didn't really communicate on it, so I had already packed my schedule for today - facial in the morning, following by baking in the afternoon. My helper agreed to look after my gal until my hubby's back from sending me to the place, so my hubby would be on his own till I'm back from my facial.
As my sweetiepie was ZzzZing with me last night (wow, she slept from 9pm till this morning 7:45am - with 2 feeds at 11pm and 6am) so I napped a little to catch up on the lost sleep (well I was pretty entertained by what she did in her sleep - like holding her leg up high in the air) after getting the hubby to hand her over to my helper. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard loud exclamations and laughter from my maid. My hubby stomped into the bedroom and whined," She peed all over me!" I was a bit confused, but he continued," and she was wearing her diaper! And she also pooped! I don't know how it leaked!" How I laughed! And how I paid for it later.
Fast forward, I had finished baking for the day at my mum's house. My girl was ultra good - took her milk and food without fuss and she let her daddy pat her to slumberland. So after clearing up, we headed home. I was commenting to my hubby she's doing her poop job again in the car, and I was distracted by something. Then I turned at look back at her sweet angelic face, and I screamed, "OH NO!!!" Her poop was leaking from her rompers! So I quickly grabbed some tissue paper and stuff at the leakage. When we got home, I quickly wrestled her romper off and to my horror of horrors, a lump fell out from the romper. When I finally removed her diaper off, that big mess and stench ... not to mention, she had some of the poop smeared on her back when I took off her romper. So she had to be soaped and showered, and while my hubby held her in her towel, I ran the bath water to give her a bath. Thankfully in the middle of the bath, my helper came back and she help dressed my girl after I was done with her bath.
So lesson learnt? Never laugh at the hubby, no matter what the baby does to him. Because, you never know what the baby will do to you.
I think we are ready for a solo trip (3 of us) - but let's have a trial run first.
And don't laugh at others, especially the hubby, because what goes round comes round.
Today's my helper's 2nd day off and we didn't really communicate on it, so I had already packed my schedule for today - facial in the morning, following by baking in the afternoon. My helper agreed to look after my gal until my hubby's back from sending me to the place, so my hubby would be on his own till I'm back from my facial.
As my sweetiepie was ZzzZing with me last night (wow, she slept from 9pm till this morning 7:45am - with 2 feeds at 11pm and 6am) so I napped a little to catch up on the lost sleep (well I was pretty entertained by what she did in her sleep - like holding her leg up high in the air) after getting the hubby to hand her over to my helper. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard loud exclamations and laughter from my maid. My hubby stomped into the bedroom and whined," She peed all over me!" I was a bit confused, but he continued," and she was wearing her diaper! And she also pooped! I don't know how it leaked!" How I laughed! And how I paid for it later.
Fast forward, I had finished baking for the day at my mum's house. My girl was ultra good - took her milk and food without fuss and she let her daddy pat her to slumberland. So after clearing up, we headed home. I was commenting to my hubby she's doing her poop job again in the car, and I was distracted by something. Then I turned at look back at her sweet angelic face, and I screamed, "OH NO!!!" Her poop was leaking from her rompers! So I quickly grabbed some tissue paper and stuff at the leakage. When we got home, I quickly wrestled her romper off and to my horror of horrors, a lump fell out from the romper. When I finally removed her diaper off, that big mess and stench ... not to mention, she had some of the poop smeared on her back when I took off her romper. So she had to be soaped and showered, and while my hubby held her in her towel, I ran the bath water to give her a bath. Thankfully in the middle of the bath, my helper came back and she help dressed my girl after I was done with her bath.
So lesson learnt? Never laugh at the hubby, no matter what the baby does to him. Because, you never know what the baby will do to you.
I think we are ready for a solo trip (3 of us) - but let's have a trial run first.
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Close to my heart ....
literally ...
Over the weekend, my girl was napping and the helper was doing some housework - so I decided to nap with my girl in case she got up and fussed.
True enough, she woke up some ten minutes later. BUT she looked at me smiled so sweetly! I tried to pat her back to sleep but she was trying to get up and climb on her blanket which was between us. I realised shortly she wanted to come over to me so I picked her up and placed her on my chest. She happily laid her head down and was contented to try to dig her fingers into my nose and mouth. She was still sleepy so I just entertained her while patting her back. She fell asleep after 5 minutes but she was still tossing abit. Let just say her position wasn't very comfortable and my arms were aching from trying to hold her in position (lest she rolls off me and onto the floor!). Eventually she settled down enough for me to change my position so that she was sleeping on my side instead. By that time my tee was WET and clammy from her drool!
It made me so warm and ozzy inside when she smiled at me. It wasn't her usual cheeky smile, but one that was "I am so pleased and happy to see you".
What did I do right for her to smile so sweetly at me and wanting to sleep with me?
Having her I guess :)
Over the weekend, my girl was napping and the helper was doing some housework - so I decided to nap with my girl in case she got up and fussed.
True enough, she woke up some ten minutes later. BUT she looked at me smiled so sweetly! I tried to pat her back to sleep but she was trying to get up and climb on her blanket which was between us. I realised shortly she wanted to come over to me so I picked her up and placed her on my chest. She happily laid her head down and was contented to try to dig her fingers into my nose and mouth. She was still sleepy so I just entertained her while patting her back. She fell asleep after 5 minutes but she was still tossing abit. Let just say her position wasn't very comfortable and my arms were aching from trying to hold her in position (lest she rolls off me and onto the floor!). Eventually she settled down enough for me to change my position so that she was sleeping on my side instead. By that time my tee was WET and clammy from her drool!
It made me so warm and ozzy inside when she smiled at me. It wasn't her usual cheeky smile, but one that was "I am so pleased and happy to see you".
What did I do right for her to smile so sweetly at me and wanting to sleep with me?
Having her I guess :)
Tuesday, January 01, 2008
Record broken!
For the longest time, Vanessa takes about 125ml to 150ml of milk at anytime. Periodically she would finish 180ml but that was really very rare.
Today, she she finished 210ml! I am wondering if she's going through another growth spurt. She's weighing in at 8.9kg (according to my hello kitty weighing scale) so give another 2 to 3 weeks, we would be able to turn her child seat to face the front (according to the manual, the child seat can only face front once the child is 9kg and above.
[How she's drinking: 210ml will last her about 4 hours or so. She had one feed at 2pm, then at 5 plus, she had some porridge. She then proceed to finish 180ml at 6:30pm and 145ml at 8pm.]
In another 2 days time, Vanessa will be 9 months old. Wow ... time flies, doesn't it, and she'll be 1 in 3 months time! [Note to self: TIME TO START PLANNING HER PARTY!]
She still cannot say "ma ma" unlike Emily, but it's not really a big deal I guess. Each child progress at their own speed. Emily crawled later than Vanessa, but now she's raring to walk!
Tomorrow's back to work, I will miss my sweetie pie for sure =(
Today, she she finished 210ml! I am wondering if she's going through another growth spurt. She's weighing in at 8.9kg (according to my hello kitty weighing scale) so give another 2 to 3 weeks, we would be able to turn her child seat to face the front (according to the manual, the child seat can only face front once the child is 9kg and above.
[How she's drinking: 210ml will last her about 4 hours or so. She had one feed at 2pm, then at 5 plus, she had some porridge. She then proceed to finish 180ml at 6:30pm and 145ml at 8pm.]
In another 2 days time, Vanessa will be 9 months old. Wow ... time flies, doesn't it, and she'll be 1 in 3 months time! [Note to self: TIME TO START PLANNING HER PARTY!]
She still cannot say "ma ma" unlike Emily, but it's not really a big deal I guess. Each child progress at their own speed. Emily crawled later than Vanessa, but now she's raring to walk!
Tomorrow's back to work, I will miss my sweetie pie for sure =(
Monday, December 31, 2007
To the park, to the park, we go!
For the past 2 days, I've been trying to motivate myself to lose some weight, and to get out of the house!
So for the past mornings, we've been bringing Vanessa to visit the parks. We went to the Bukit Batok Nature Park yesterday morning (so near our palce yet we never venture there before ;P) and today, we went to the Botanica Gardens. We wanted to check out the Children's Garden but it's closed on Mondays.
[Food for thought - read only if you are interested in some bitchy musing:
Nope, we weren't the only parents who were met with locked gates. At least we realised it's closed on mondays, there were some folks who were still waiting patiently for the gates to open (it was close to 10am and the garden is opened at 8am - go figure). Not only that, I overheard some parents telling their kids to pray about it, that some other places would be opened for them to visit. Really, I don't think God would be very pleased to be an excuse for bad planning on the parent's part.]
I would say the Botanica Gardens was a much better workout - pushing the stroller up the Red Brick Path *pant* but we had fun ... Vanessa fell asleep while we were on the Red Brick Path, so we had a brunch break - had some food at the Les Amis Cafe. It was good, but the price was .... think $7.50 for 4 pancakes which were 10cm in diameter, and they added a little bit of strawberries to it. Nevertheless, it was yummy - I think I saw a strawberry buttermilk pancakes recipe somewhere.
I know Vanessa enjoyed the walks - she was kicking non-stop in her stroller! Just thinking which park to visit tomorrow!
So for the past mornings, we've been bringing Vanessa to visit the parks. We went to the Bukit Batok Nature Park yesterday morning (so near our palce yet we never venture there before ;P) and today, we went to the Botanica Gardens. We wanted to check out the Children's Garden but it's closed on Mondays.
[Food for thought - read only if you are interested in some bitchy musing:
Nope, we weren't the only parents who were met with locked gates. At least we realised it's closed on mondays, there were some folks who were still waiting patiently for the gates to open (it was close to 10am and the garden is opened at 8am - go figure). Not only that, I overheard some parents telling their kids to pray about it, that some other places would be opened for them to visit. Really, I don't think God would be very pleased to be an excuse for bad planning on the parent's part.]
I would say the Botanica Gardens was a much better workout - pushing the stroller up the Red Brick Path *pant* but we had fun ... Vanessa fell asleep while we were on the Red Brick Path, so we had a brunch break - had some food at the Les Amis Cafe. It was good, but the price was .... think $7.50 for 4 pancakes which were 10cm in diameter, and they added a little bit of strawberries to it. Nevertheless, it was yummy - I think I saw a strawberry buttermilk pancakes recipe somewhere.
I know Vanessa enjoyed the walks - she was kicking non-stop in her stroller! Just thinking which park to visit tomorrow!
Friday, December 28, 2007
If you are happy ...
When my girl is happy or pleased, she doesn't just show it with her usual sweet smile. She now happily waves her right leg in the air, or hang it over the stroller and kicks happily. Well, as long she doesn't kicks me, I'm happy!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Falling ill ...
First was my sweetheart, who had the runs 8 to 10 times day. As she didn't have any fever or any other symptoms, I decided to adopt the wait and see approach. When she had runs 4 times at night, we went straight to the PD and as I guessed correctly, the usual PD is on leave. Even the nurse concurred with me, it seems that Vanessa falls ill every time the PD goes on leave. Nothing unusual, only her intestines were rumbling. So we did the stool test just to eliminate the possibility of salmonella (the thingy that's been going around). The PD said it's probably just a viral infection (again) and of course, the guilt sets in once again since I've almost stopped breastfeeding (just a miserable 80ml of expressed breastmilk a day if I'm lucky).
Then the hubby came down with diarrhoea, vomitting and fever. He's down with gastric flu.
Then now I'm not feeling all the best either - tummy's feeling queasy, been visiting the loo but no loose stools. Been feeling the urge to hurl too (not a remote chance that I'm preggie) so I decided to skip dinner tonight. Finally got around to taking my mulit-vits, so forced every one to take a dose to prevent any further illness over this WONDERFUL FESTIVE SEASON. It's Christmas, for goodness sake, and the only chance I get to take leave and spend time at home before facing the onslaught of emails and phonecalls in January. It's unfortunate that it's also the festive season for the flu bug too. *sigh*
I want to enjoy my time off to sleep with my girl, not isolating her from me or the hubby just because we are sick. It's just so da*n ironical that we get to spend time at home, AWAY from her.
Then the hubby came down with diarrhoea, vomitting and fever. He's down with gastric flu.
Then now I'm not feeling all the best either - tummy's feeling queasy, been visiting the loo but no loose stools. Been feeling the urge to hurl too (not a remote chance that I'm preggie) so I decided to skip dinner tonight. Finally got around to taking my mulit-vits, so forced every one to take a dose to prevent any further illness over this WONDERFUL FESTIVE SEASON. It's Christmas, for goodness sake, and the only chance I get to take leave and spend time at home before facing the onslaught of emails and phonecalls in January. It's unfortunate that it's also the festive season for the flu bug too. *sigh*
I want to enjoy my time off to sleep with my girl, not isolating her from me or the hubby just because we are sick. It's just so da*n ironical that we get to spend time at home, AWAY from her.
Sunday, December 16, 2007
I survived!
on my helper's first day off.
My girl was very well behaved today, since I brought her shopping for a few hours at Takashimaya. We survived her poop fest, she slept on her daddy's shoulders twice without the need for a pacifier, she helped her daddy to choose the colour of a shirt, etc.
I thought it was really going to be REAL BAD, but surprisingly, she didn't wail for my helper - she only cried for her feed, and then cried because she was sleepy. She was quite happy with me feeding, bathing, changing, and patting her to sleep.
I think I passed the motherhood test =)
My girl was very well behaved today, since I brought her shopping for a few hours at Takashimaya. We survived her poop fest, she slept on her daddy's shoulders twice without the need for a pacifier, she helped her daddy to choose the colour of a shirt, etc.
I thought it was really going to be REAL BAD, but surprisingly, she didn't wail for my helper - she only cried for her feed, and then cried because she was sleepy. She was quite happy with me feeding, bathing, changing, and patting her to sleep.
I think I passed the motherhood test =)
Saturday, December 08, 2007
The sweetest of all ... Thy name is Revenge
Remember how I used to whine about my girl prefering the Daddy instead of the Mummy? How she coos at him and gives him the sweetest smile of all? How green-eyed I was when she happily dives into his arms?
It's MY time now ... now it's MUMMY'S TIME! And it is sweet, oh such sweet revenge with a vengeance.
My girl wants ME, and if she gets plucked out from my arms unwillingly, she will wriggle and squirm. And if I turn to leave both of them, out comes the "WAIL". Now she dives into my arms happily and gives me the sweetest smiles.
Oh, and she loves to secretly vomit on the Daddy ... which he doesn't realise until she's gurgling happily in my arms.
*sigh happily*
It's MY time now ... now it's MUMMY'S TIME! And it is sweet, oh such sweet revenge with a vengeance.
My girl wants ME, and if she gets plucked out from my arms unwillingly, she will wriggle and squirm. And if I turn to leave both of them, out comes the "WAIL". Now she dives into my arms happily and gives me the sweetest smiles.
Oh, and she loves to secretly vomit on the Daddy ... which he doesn't realise until she's gurgling happily in my arms.
*sigh happily*
Monday, December 03, 2007
Feeling alive ...
It's been a long while I actually took a bus home (yes I know I'm pampered). Usually I'm drive, I get a lift or basically just hail a cab. Today the inspiration just struck me - I mean, it's a free ride to "almost" home anyway. Besides. the weather is simply lovely. So why not?
On the way back, I was doing the scene watching bit, then it suddenly struck me - Geez, how long has it been since I actually felt like an individual, that I feel alive and actually feel happy about it?
I was watching the trees and plants by the roadside swaying in the strong breeze, coupled by the beautiful golden hue of the sunset, and I realised what I have been missing, all this while, couped up in my office, my home, and even my marriage.
I actually miss the feeling of freedom, the scent of breeze, the rustling of the trees, the warmth of the sun. Too much time spent couped up in the office, too much time couped up at home, and too much time couped up in a relationship. It just wonderful to have a breather - a mere 5 minutes walk was all it took to make me HAPPY to be alive. And happy to strut back to the grind of work, home and marriage committments and ... into the arms of my sweetie pie :)
On the way back, I was doing the scene watching bit, then it suddenly struck me - Geez, how long has it been since I actually felt like an individual, that I feel alive and actually feel happy about it?
I was watching the trees and plants by the roadside swaying in the strong breeze, coupled by the beautiful golden hue of the sunset, and I realised what I have been missing, all this while, couped up in my office, my home, and even my marriage.
I actually miss the feeling of freedom, the scent of breeze, the rustling of the trees, the warmth of the sun. Too much time spent couped up in the office, too much time couped up at home, and too much time couped up in a relationship. It just wonderful to have a breather - a mere 5 minutes walk was all it took to make me HAPPY to be alive. And happy to strut back to the grind of work, home and marriage committments and ... into the arms of my sweetie pie :)
In one day ...
She's officially 8 months old and she has started playing with her saliva.
No, not the mad abstract artist who smears her saliva over the leather couch with her hands or feet (whichever that hasn't been restrained). She already did that a few weeks back.
She's doing the "let's blow bubbles (or rather saliva)" routine. She just STARTED it today only.
I'm glad I didn't miss it :)
No, not the mad abstract artist who smears her saliva over the leather couch with her hands or feet (whichever that hasn't been restrained). She already did that a few weeks back.
She's doing the "let's blow bubbles (or rather saliva)" routine. She just STARTED it today only.
I'm glad I didn't miss it :)
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Turning 8 ...
In 1 day time, my sweetiepie will be 8 months old.
How time really flies! I was looking at this beanie cushion she used to sleep on when she was 1 month old (the beanie cushion hugs around her from head to toe, so she's very cushy and secure). Now, probably it's just big enough to be her pillow ;P Too bad I don't have a before and after picture!
Her top 2 teeth is out, so she has now a total of 4 teeth.
She now wants to drink water from a cup, so she has her own pink hello kitty cup I got from Daiso for $2.
She's a lot more vocal now - if anyone walks out from the room she's in, she'll protest. Not because that person is her favourite, but because they are "going out" to the "FUN outside world".
She will protest too, when sometimes I am busy with my things and don't pay her attention. Or, when I stand in front of her but don't offer to carry her. She'll protest because she WANTS me.
Now, that's just sweet sweet motherhood.
How time really flies! I was looking at this beanie cushion she used to sleep on when she was 1 month old (the beanie cushion hugs around her from head to toe, so she's very cushy and secure). Now, probably it's just big enough to be her pillow ;P Too bad I don't have a before and after picture!
Her top 2 teeth is out, so she has now a total of 4 teeth.
She now wants to drink water from a cup, so she has her own pink hello kitty cup I got from Daiso for $2.
She's a lot more vocal now - if anyone walks out from the room she's in, she'll protest. Not because that person is her favourite, but because they are "going out" to the "FUN outside world".
She will protest too, when sometimes I am busy with my things and don't pay her attention. Or, when I stand in front of her but don't offer to carry her. She'll protest because she WANTS me.
Now, that's just sweet sweet motherhood.
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