J's many expressions..


A gentle note to self

I have been having a depressive mummy week. It all started with Jonas (J) being ultra fussy at the beginning , and a heated argument with the man at midweek. It all felt too much for me that I wished someone will just take my son away. Felt rather useless and somehow was convinced that I am never going to make this new life work. Funny thing was, a friend of mine who had her son just 3 weeks after I had J, had the exact same sentiments of how hard it is to be a mum. We devilishly devised a plan to set our sons up for adoption with a "buy-one-get-one free" offer. I offered to do the ad copy, while she worked on the ad design. Ah well... injecting some humour while trying to make myself feel better. Who on earth ever said being a mum is easy! This must have been the most exhuasting time of my life. And a time where I can't seem to find the usual confident me.  Being a wife is already tough... what more a mum... kill me please! J turns 2 months old today. As I lie by his s

Saving (Jonas') face - California Baby Calendula Cream

Of all things, Jonas have to "inherit"  my ultra dry and sensitive skin. As a kid, I remembered episodes where  mummy would bring me to the National Skin Care Centre(NSCC) for one condition or another. At one time, I had very bad peeling skin on my feet that I was not allowed to wear shoes, only sandals. So for a good few years, when girls of my age were starting to play dress up, I had to wear sandals with my pretty frocks. It was such a damper. As I grew older, I had bad bouts of eczema on my hands, especially during my time in Australia. The condition gets worst when I am exposed to cleaning agents such as detegents etc.  Which probably means I am born to lead the life of a tai tai (I wish!).  Actually even now, my fingers have little blisters popping out of my very dry skin. I am pretty lucky that Hwa does not find my rough hands appalling, however do hope he gets the hint that I am supposed to not do dishes or laundry for him. That aside, my poor baby had almost every

Sleeping through the night

Dear Jonas, You managed to sleep for 7 hours and went without a feed for 9 hours last night! Hoorah! Well done my boy! Mummy is so pleased that my efforts to sleep train you is working despite you refusing to take naps in the daytime. Strangely, you have taken a nap of over 4 hours today. I hope this is not something  bad as Mummy is worried you are sick or something. Love, Mummy.

In conversation with a new mom

... and yes, that new mom is me. SInce I gave brith, people have been asking me lots of questions which we would normally ask any new mom. Questions from how was the labour, to how is baby doing ... to if I would have another one etc. So i thought why not answer them here, to let everyone in on how this motherhood thingy is treating me. Q: Do you miss being pregnant? A: Absolutely. If I have a choice, I would rather have Jonas in my tummy all the time. At least I can get to have him all to myself every minute and second of the day. I don't need to have people around wanting a piece of him. On a more serious note, while we were  financially & physically ready for a kid, and that it was definitely something we wanted, we realised we were not adequately prepared for what was to come. With baby here, it drains us mentally and emotionally as well.  But then, can we ever be fully prepared? I doubt so. I think we just have to learn along the way. So... at times when I feel Jonas

Our royal fussiness

I finally got down to writing my first letter to our precious boy. Thanks to all the other mummies who have religiously done this, inspiring me to start  my our own letters to document Jonas' development. So here goes for instalment 1. Dear Jonas, You turned 6 weeks old last weekend, and it was probably the longest 1.5 months for Papee & Mummy. You gave Mummy such an easy time when you were in my tummy, and we thought that's going to continue when you arrive. We guess you are now having the last laugh while Papee and Mummy are still trying to suss you out. At week 1 , we thought you were the cutest thing on earth. Mummy had loads of energy and spent almost every waking hour just looking at you. We felt really thankful for you, the most amazing gift we have received in our marriage. You were so easy to care for. We hardly heard you cry... you waited to be fed, loved to bath and went to sleep as and when we wanted you to. Perfect, we thought! Then came week 2 when you d

Resolution for the next 6 weeks

I am due back to the office in six weeks time. So while Jonas is snoozing away on this hot arvo, I thought why not "un-vaccum pack" my pre-pregnancy clothes and see if they all fit.  On hindsight... what was I thinking?! Did i seriously think with 7kg more to lose, I can fit into my favourite frocks and pencil skirts?! Oh well... without a doubt, i started getting all whiny to Hwa over whatsapp on how fat and ugly I am now.... and what if the 7kg does not want to barge and is here to stay! Kudos to the man who was patient enough to reassure me, and even called me over lunch to provide whatever comfort he could to me. Anyway... since this is the first time in my life where my BMI says "overweight" , I am pretty anxious to get rid of the extra kilos.... hence I have resolved to start an exercise regime from next week, with the man, provided our plans does not get hijacked by the little terror who till this day still throws us curve balls, when we thought we had him