20th February

Kaitlyn's baptism happened on my birthday. Probably the best thing that happened on this day.

You never really understand how the romance dies after marriage until the reality of it hits you. And then you wish you never got married. Or maybe it varies from couple to couple. The luck of the draw. And I happen to get the short end of the stick.

Finally

We finally managed to meet up. All three of us, to celebrate mine and Linda's birthday.

With the new baby, it's been a while since I managed to meet up with the 2 girls. And then again, what could have lasted longer ended earlier cos I had to head home to either feed or pump (one of the few things the men will never understand. They just go out and return as and when they feel like it.)

Anyway, it was a great catch up/update session. From mine and Linda's weird recurring dreams (which Lynette feels are a result of unresolved issues), Linda's huge above-the-mouth-acne which she felt was easier to explain if she had coloured it black and camouflaged it as a mole to her pogged claws, to the adventures of the widely travelled Lynette.

Be it unresolved issues or just wrong timing, moles or acne, we've all come a long way and have our very different lives to lead, with very little time to meet up.

So, it was good to catch up. Really good.

Linda, please remember my advice. :) When it's too late, I can't help you anymore. Believe me.

And thanks Lynette for the birthday treat at Etna. Next time try to make it on time, cos when we pre ordered for you, it looked like Linda and I had an imaginary friend. Then again, we had a complimentary glass of wine. :p

Chicken Essence

Something I have never liked. Cos it tastes like cockroach. (Ok, maybe smells like, since I haven't actually tasted a cockroach)

But yesterday, I decided to try a bottle of it as I am fatigued from these two...



It still tastes like cockroach.

How the LNY Has Changed

I used to love it.

Now I absolutely hate it.

But much as I hate it, an episode of it this year has enlightened me on who was the more important party in someone's life. And it is contrary to the verbal acknowledgement when asked.

Ooh. How I hate liars

One Month

Kaitlyn celebrated her first month today.

Which means the end of my confinement. Which also means the end of help from the confinement lady. Which translates to waking up every 3 hours in the wee hours of the morning to feed, burp, change diapers and rock Kaitlyn to sleep.

I think I will be zombified.

Well, like my last confinement and contrary to what many say, the confinement month really isn't all that bad. I liked the longan-date drink, and the food can be really quite yummy. And of course, the help rendered by the nanny, Siew Hoon.


If anyone needs a confinement lady, you can consider this one. Food's not too bad and she's pretty good with the baby. She can be reached at 84203549/60163760125.

Baby Kaitlyn

So on 17th Dec, I went for my weekly check up. I was 39 weeks and 2 days pregnant. Upon doing the usual urine test, I noticed some pinkish spots. I mentioned it to the gynae, and she said, "Ok, let's see if you are in labour." So she did the usual VE (which I totally hate) and after prodding for about half a minute, exclaimed, "Oh, she's in labour. 2 cm." And the next thing I knew, I felt water tricking down my legs. She had burst my waterbag. Next thing I knew, I was on my first wheelchair ride to the labour and delivery room. Then the usual shaving, enema, passing motion and changing into the hospital garb. Only this time, I had to do all these while dripping with water.

"Can I get an epidural now?" I asked. The nurses got my requested anaesthetist and she came down within half and hour. The pain was still very much bearable.

"Painful or not ah?" I asked. "The last time, the contractions were so bad I couldn't feel the epidural being administered."

"If I tell you it's not painful, I will be bluffing la." the very motherly doctor replied.

It was quite painful la, but nothing compared to the contractions though. And then Ron and I started our wait for our second born.

"The second time round, it will be faster and easier. Don't worry." That's the typical reply I get from people when addressing my fears of labour pains and the aftermath.

My second time round took five hours (the first was four and a half).

My epidural this time somehow did not fully work on the right side (the first time it worked fully on both sides).

The second time round, I started crying 4 hours into labour and needed the gas as additional painkiller. "You don't cry la. Wait you cry you cannot breathe, cannot push how? the nurse asked. " I check how come so painful ok". She checks and then says, "Oh! No wonder la! 8 cm already!"

Then another nurse comes in and says, "You want to try to push? What for you breathe and breathe gas. Just push and get baby out la."

"I cannot push la. I can feel on the right side you know. Wait pain." I said

"No la. Now I press like that not pain right? That means not pain la." she said

"Then I push wait Dr Tan come and sew I can feel also cos I can feel on the right side!" I said

"No, not pain la." she said.

Tsk. How can be not pain????

In any case, Dr Tan came in not soon after and baby was out at 315pm.

So here's the latest addition to our family, Baby Kaitlyn.

Where's Mary Poppins??

When Kieran plays, this is the kind of mess he is capable of.

And then I wish we had Mary Poppins' capability of putting everything all back in place with just the snap of her fingers.