Monday, July 16
Friday, July 13
Wednesday, July 11
Saturday, July 7
Friday, June 29
It was also the first time we had to take care of a sick baby. Wow, so tough man. Not only is it scary cos babies are vulnerable, it's physically tiring as they can't sleep well all day. And we end up waking together with him repeatedly at night even after a day at work. That's also why Pete fell ill (though he keeps saying he welcomed it as it gave much needed rest).
It's sad to see a child fall sick and not be able to fully cure or control the spread of germs. They are also too young to accurately communicate how they feel so that you can tell the doctor a complete picture, hopefully for an accurate diagnosis.
But I thank God for answering my prayers to heal everyone in the family, and keeping the remaining ones healthy.
Haha kiasee me bought two bottles of high dose Vitamin C to consume in office everyday to keep myself strong. :)
Thursday, June 28
Wednesday, June 27
Thursday, June 21
Wednesday, June 20
Tuesday, June 19
Monday, June 18
Friday, June 15
Thursday, June 14
Wednesday, June 13
Unlike others who may choose to do their work slowly and clock OT, mummies wanna quickly finish work and go home to their families. Hence they work ultra fast; finding most efficient means of working. Our brains move at a frenetic pace; often moving a few steps ahead to plan out our work steps and try to pre-empt undue surprises. The need to be fast is ever more crucial as we double hat as 'cows'. Haha! So must allocate time to head to our 'farm's production line'. Muahaha..
Mummies also walk and eat fast. Chop chop go! Hahahah.. So fast until I find myself snapping my fingers as I walk and think about matters. Lol.. I probably look like an idiot to strangers. Heh.. But what the heck, I need to do my things and go home on time.
Spend time with my hubby and play with my baby! YEAH!!!! :D
Tuesday, June 12
Monday, June 11
Saturday, June 9
Don't know why some mummies are so blessed with an over-abundance of milk. They don't need to fret over how much they would get each time they express, feel the guilt that baby's got to have formula supplement, then fight internal struggles to psycho themselves that it's ok and keep up the positive spirit else supply dips further.
I try not to think abt it each day. Avoid looking at the freezer compartment so that I won't be reminded of how little my "factory" has produced. And I just hope that Jon would be patient with me when nursing so that I don't feel bad that I'm not satisfying him at first instant. I keep fighting my own "monster" that tells me to just take the easy way out and give formula. I tell myself to press on cos this is best for Jon - God has created nature as such so it's good for Jon to be breastfed.
I just wonder why does God make breastfeeding such a trying journey for some. To learn to depend on God? Yes, I prayed a million times about increasing milk supply. An example of my daily prayer while having breakfast is "God thank You for providing us with the means to have a breakfast each day. Help my body to absorb all the nutrients so that Jon may be nourished. Help me to keep up with Jon's increasing appetite. If You may, increase my supply so that I can store some for Jon over and above what he consumes. Lord, You know my desires to totally breastfeed Jon without supplement - it is still my daily prayer that You can help my body achieve that. Amen."
Hmm God's answer is clearly not an instant 'Yes'. Maybe it's a 'Wait' or even a 'No'. I dunno. Meanwhile I just take each day as it comes and hope that we don't have to encounter a very angry and loud Jon when he's hungry.
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Thursday, June 7
Wednesday, June 6
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Quite fun cos Jon stares at the laptop screen. He can hear and is probably looking at the screen since it's a sound source. But I'm not sure if he understands that the flashing images on the screen are his grandparents and uncle.. Anyway, still quite fun! More interactive than mere phone call. :)
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Tuesday, June 5
Monday, June 4
Went to nursing room and found all 3 cubicles occupied with machine sounds in the background. Since everyone typically takes a while with each "milking session", I decided to try the gym changing room in office.
Haha, just when I was all prepared for my "milking session" in the gym changing room, the light went off cos the light sensor in the room was in a position that could not detect my presence no matter how much I waved my arms. Grrr... Then again, thank goodness it happened early else I would be stuck in the middle of my session in the dark. Haha!
So now I'm back at the "factory", joining 2 other mummies in our respective production lines. Lol. Oh, one other "cow" left so I could use the room.
Mooooooooo.....
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Friday, June 1
Thursday, May 31
Wednesday, May 30
Babies are such angelic creatures in the morning. Then they show their 'Dracula' side when they wake up in the middle of the nite to 'suck' all your energy. Lol..
Thursday, May 24
Monday, May 21
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Thursday, May 3
So at 4pm, we ended up giving him some of the frozen milk which was stored previously, while I pumped a miserable 40ml out to add on to this morning's 40ml. Gonna experiment later again by pumping and giving Jon another bottle of milk stored previously. Let's see if my body is fast enough to produce sufficient volume during this 2hr interval.
Really hoping to continue BF for as long as possible, but it all depends on boobies. Give me engorged boobies!!
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Saturday, April 28
Friday, April 27
I shall continue to stake it out and see if my attempt leads to something. :)
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Hee hee, shall make hubby pose with Jon for a nice photo so that I can set it as iPhone wallpaper and look at both of them when I'm at work. *grins*
Can't wait to enjoy this very long weekend with my lovely boys!!! *hugs and kisses*
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Wednesday, April 25
Tuesday, April 24
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Monday, April 23
Dearie discovered that Jon could do this after he positioned Jon's arms properly so that he could support himself. The boy was so cute! He smiled when we praised him for lifting his head up. Such a cheerful boy doing his mini push ups. Haha!
Now is the time when babies start to show even more physical development very quickly by the weeks. They start to attempt to flip, grasp things or even swipe at them.
Too bad I'm also nearing the end of my maternity leave and it's back to work. And I'll miss out on witnessing all these 'firsts' at the very special moment. But no choice cos we need the income to raise a family. Besides, Jon is being cared for by family members as opposed to an outsider like a maid, so we can have peace of mind that he is in proper hands.
Thursday, April 19
Wednesday, April 18
Personal space is limited where we are now because there are 3 adults walking about the house everyday. I often retreat into the room to give everyone their personal space, hoping that I am able to bring Jon in with me for a one-on-one playtime. But I guess the first grandchild is like a super power magnet that attracts everyone. So one-on-one playtime and personal space are really rare treats. Hence I can totally emphatize with the maid, who is in a worst off state because she can't always retreat into her room when she has nothing to do since her room is also the diaper room, and all eyes are on her as to what she is doing at home. The bathroom is the best personal retreat sanctuary ever.
Since personal space is a treasured commodity (haha or at least to me), I tend to back off during the day and let everyone have their time with our super power magnet even though I really want to play with him. When he cries, everyone rushes to his side and I, as a mommy, just have to stand aside and let the rest care for him since they will be his main caregiver when I return to work. It looks and feels weird that a mommy is just standing aside to watch. Machiam I'm an irresponsible mommy that relies on others to care for the baby. It's not that I don't know how to look after Jon or that I'm lazy, but it's a deliberate attempt to bridge him to getting used to the main caregivers.
I'm still telling my brain that this is ok and let it be, though every single hour I struggle with it. Thoughts such as "oh dear, I heard my MIL say she was tired after pushing Jon on the pram with me last nite. Jon is getting heavier and her arms are tired. Yet how do I help her without offending her? She will always want to carry Jon even when I offer to help ease her load. Her shoulders and arms have been stretched and we need her to rest for the longer 'marathon'. How can I just stand there and watch her carry Jon?" And I don't want to appear like I'm "fighting" for the grandchild or depriving them of time with the boy. So I just retreat back into the room and find something to occupy myself with.
Hmm, I can hear Jon having his bath at the background. How I miss the daily morning bathtimes where I can sing to him and watch him smile back...
Tuesday, April 17
Was telling MIL not to worry when Jon turns on the bed with his head arched back cos that was what I saw when Jon tried to flip. Also mentioned that sometimes can just help him lie on his belly to practice lifting his head. So I demo what we do in our room at night, and to my amazement, Jon held his head up high fora long time! Wheee!! Again, too slow to take picture cos MIL worried Jon's head to heavy for him to lift for a long time. So I had to flip him back. Well, at least he demo that he can do it! :) time to let him lie on belly occasionally..
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Monday, April 16
Friday, April 13
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That's my logical brain reminding me what needs to be done. The emotional me then feels guilty cos I'm just leaving a crying baby with MIL. Reminded MIL to let me know if her body cannot take it so that I can take over and let her body rest. Feels a little strange at the beginning that I'm conditioning my child not to be with me.
Meanwhile I guess it's about tolerating Jon's fussing and crying during this adjustment period.
Anyway Jon seems to have finally slept after fussing and crying. Thank goodness I insisted not giving him milk and going with my gut that it wasn't a "I want milk cry". Also mentioned briefly to MIL that Jon may keep crying this period and it's not a hungry cry. Hope that it was casual enough and didn't come across as a "lecture".
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Thursday, April 12
He dozed off within 5mins of suckling. Then I unlatched him and saw that he didn't stir before I went on to express in the other room. Sigh. I haven't even hit 10ml and he cried. Had to hurriedly stop everything and go carry him.
Again he refused everything. So I thought maybe let him suckle again. But he kept unlatching himself. Hmm this seems to be how he is when he wanted to be burped a couple of nights back. Okay, so I carried him up to burp. With the diaper cloth still on the bed to act as a protector for our bed, I lifted him up to begin burping. And to my horror, our little rascal burped and pooped at the instant when I lifted him. The poop somehow leaked from his diaper onto all of my shorts and shirt, and also onto both the diaper cover and bits of our bed! Aaahhhhhh!!!!
Of course have to quickly clean everyone up and get maid to change bed sheets. So scramble and call for help to change bed sheets while I settle Jon and myself.
The other room was like a war zone. Milk expressing machine with the 2 bottles still on the table, I had to put a baby that is full of poop on his diaper table and scramble for new diapers and diaper cover. Then ran into my own room to get my clothes cos I couldn't change him if I was soo soiled. Okay, so change the adult and used baby wipe to clean away all the poop that seeped through my clothes onto my body. Thereafter clean the dirty baby backside. Threw my adult clothes on the floor and baby clothes in the baby laundry basket so that I had space to wipe the dirty backside. Ah ha, then our curious little Bacon came to smell all the dirty items, including the waste paper basket. I think I was a basket case, cos here I am cleaning dirty backside and shouting at Bacon to move away and not eat things in the waste paper basket. My hairband all lose and hair hanging in drips and drabs around my face. I looked and felt like a nut case.
Okay, so when everyone was clean, I had to help maid take our bed sheets cos it was in MIL's cupboard which she cannot anyhow open. Did that and went back to Jon, hoping to coax him back to sleep.
Again all failed and he was smiling at me, as if laughing at the adults scrambling after him. *faints* dunno to laugh or be angry with him. Cannot sleep right, so let me get back to my unfinished 'express' business. AGAIN, haven't really finish pumping and he's crying the whole roof down for someone to carry him and nurse him back to sleep. Aaahhh!
Don't care. Let him cry a bit more while I keep the bottle of milk in freezer. The house was really like a war zone with the background of 'baby-cry-type gunshots', and maid in toilet frantically trying to wash off poop on bed sheet, adult clothes and baby clothes..
As I'm blogging this, Jon is happily suckling himself to sleep while I'm catching my breath and trying to regain composure after the afternoon "battle".
Hmm I hope I have time for a quick toilet break. Don't dare to bathe until grandparents are back to help sooth the "cry warrior"..
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Wednesday, April 11
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Friday, March 30
So it's back to enjoying the quiet moments when Jon is sleeping and I can watch TV properly. Tsk tsk.. Hee hee..
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Thursday, March 29
I wonder how will I 'survive' work come 18 May.. I think I'll call home (like I did just now) to check on Jon. Probably only temporarily 'forget' about him if it's really busy at work. Lol..
On the bus home to the little boy who has been good to Granny by sleeping for an hour after milk! :) :) :) then to welcome dearie when he returns from work this evening!
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Tuesday, March 27
Somehow time passes quite slowly everyday between lunchtime and 4pm. Everything at home is SLOW and QUIET... I also feel bad cooping myself in the room to watch TV, so I make my 'rounds' by going to the kitchen to fill up my bottle (yes, I've been doing water parade everyday just to increase milk supply. Never drank so much water in my life ever. Haha!)
Anyway, I decided to give myself a break and arrange for the long-awaited facial appointment for next week. Do something different during the week. Haha! Hopefully I can pump enough EBM to store so that Jon can drink while I'm away. I'm also planning to be diligent and bring the pump out with me cos facials tend to be long and I might have to express once I'm done with facial. Haha, I've planned ahead and even surfed the net to check if Somerset 313 has nursing rooms for pumping - there's only one and doesn't seem to have gd reviews. Well, I'll go Somerset if it's available, else it's back to my favourite ones at ION Orchard (so spacious and has everything)
Hmm, lemme see which websites I should visit during this window period before Jon wakes up.. Tata!
Saturday, March 24
Monday, March 19
Wednesday, March 14
How did Jonathan come to being? It's not by our actions, but God allowing it to happen. It never fails to amaze me as I wonder how did a single cell transform into a life form that can smile, cry and interact with us. Isn't God amazing?
While it can be stressful at times trying to decipher Jon's cries and meet his needs, I think the journey thus far has made me grow. The maternity leave has provided windows of opportunities to go back to Scripture, prayer and listening to God. From praying for little thing such as "God help Jon to sleep within the next 15mins so that we can all sleep", to slightly bigger things like "God please increase my milk supply to meet Jon's growing needs", to even bigger things like "God, watch over Jon's physical, mental, spiritual and intellectual development. Help him to be a happy person, who loves God and the people around him."
I don't really expect Jon to completely look after Pork Chop and I when we grow old because the world will be a different place, and life will get more challenging for the next generation. I just pray that we can be self-sufficient elderly, surrounded by a warm and loving family, and that our children will be God-fearing and righteous. But before we even get there, my prayer is that God grants such much wisdom, strength and patience to nurture this "gift of God" (i.e. Jon) in His ways. We will be dutiful in planting and entrust the 'growing' in God's hands.
1 Corinthians 3:6-7
Thursday, March 8
Wednesday, March 7
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Wednesday, February 29
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But was so sad when I came home to find Jon crying so terribly and unable to sleep. He didn't sleep well in the daytime and things didn't seem to improve in the night. Everyone tried all means to soothe him and I kept feeding him thinking he is hungry. Poor boy still kept crying until he was tired and knocked out at 2am. :(
Heart pain to see him wail while we look on helplessly after exhausting all means to soothe him. Was also trying to keep the noise out so that Pork Chop could sleep. Then I also got upset at myself towards 1am or so cos he kept feeding, sleeping at my chest, spit up and cry for me to nurse him. And we would repeat this cycle many times. Very terrible night.
I hope Jon would feel better today. Am nursing him now and he's falling asleep on my chest again. Sigh.. In a dilemma when to bathe him when he's less cranky...
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Thursday, February 23
Thinking about Bacon and Jon.. I'm having serious second thoughts about bringing Bacon over to our new place because it is likely a time when Jon is learning how to crawl and walk. Hence Jon will often be on the floor, or have his hands touch the floor. It'll be problematic because Bacon's fur and saliva will be all over the floor as well.
It wouldn't be as big a headache if Bacon can be locked up for long periods in his own space like Mudpie, because we can then "segregate" Bacon and Jon so that Jon can crawl/walk around and practice his motor skills at home. I'm not very keen to 'lock' Jon up in his own room so that he can crawl/walk because he needs to be accustomed to and learn his boundaries in the house (e.g. cannot touch certain things, run into kitchen without watching out for any hot soup).
Sigh.. Not sure if it's also feasible to leave Bacon at the current place while we move to the new house.
All these thoughts about Bacon is not because I don't like him, but it's a real concern. Besides, there has been cases of babies having pet fur in their mouths at that age because they tend to either put things into their mouths or put their own hands into their mouths; inevitably swallowing some pet fur which subsequently cause health problems.
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Funny how I can't seem to coax Jon to sleep but my MIL can. The only way I can coax him to sleep is to let him suckle his way to lalaland. Hmm, probably it is how Jon associates me with suckling to sleep or feeding.
Wednesday, February 22
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Tuesday, February 21
Sunday, February 19
I've been coaxing Jon for the past 3hours with all methods I know. Let him suckle, rock and sing to him, give him a pacifier, drain his energy by letting him "talk" to me. Nothing works. He would sleep on my chest after suckling and wake up from his nightmare almost immediately after putting him in the cot. I've also tahan and let him suckle for past 2 plus hours until I'm hurting now. Acks. Give up and let MIL carry him after I went to kitchen trying to wash the pacifier while holding a crying baby. Hopefully Jon doesn't 'smell' me since it's MIL carrying him and he would sleep soon. Jon's tired but can't seem to fall into deep sleep. I hope things would improve soon cos it's already past midnight; way past normal bedtime for babies. God help us :)
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Thursday, February 16
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