"AhhhhhHHhhh..." (eeiiUUuu...Boormg) "AhhHHHhhh.." again and again and again...X 35 times or so.
You were pulling yourself up against the side of the headboard on mummy's bed. Once upright, you will release one hand so that you can turn around to face me. Then, with just the other hand left on the top of the headboard - all this while wobbling side to side unsteadily - you would flash that single-tooth grin of yours at me and lift the supporting hand off. With two hands outstretched, you will then reach out to me, maybe hoping that i'd catch you, or maybe not. I would make a big show out of avoiding you and then you would fall, knees, chest, elbows and palms, sometimes face as well, on to the mattress. I screamed "AhhahhHHH" everytime you did that and after about 4 or 5 times, you started screaming "AhhhhHHHHHH" as well.
This is hilarious! My baby has learnt how to engage me in his play by first intimidating me with his brave but reckless body slams and then subsequently, by imitating my reaction to it.
Your dad and I laughed so much.
Oh dear...we will soon have to call you "Boy Boy" instead. The baby we brought back home less than nine months ago is definitely not so baby anymore.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
Comfort Zones
I was having lunch with my colleagues yesterday and we had this conversation about how some people always seems to be miserable, to attract misery. So, the theory then is that for these people, being miserable is a comfort zone in itself - that they seek to not be happy - that they like not being happy - that they are so used to being not happy that they get comfortable there and stay there. How terrible.
Monday, May 09, 2005
Mother's Day
It was my very first Mother's Day yesterday. It should be a day full of pomp and ceremony - the ads in the newspapers cajoles the masses to bring their mothers out for meals in fancy restaurants and fathers to buy gifts and flowers for the mothers. Since I've written "it should", then it must not have been and so I must continue writing to explain why.
Both your dad and I woke yesterday to find a baby who obviously was not well. You were coughing and we could hear the phlegm in your throat vibrating like a whole battalion of little tin soldiers drumming with bamboo sticks on hollow pipes. You also had 2 sticky rivers running from your nose.
Your dad and I hate to bring you to your doctor. Her clinic is located at the hospital you were born in. We have a strong fear that you will be hospitalised once again. But we had no choice. It is a sunday. Most clinics are closed all day on sundays but hers is open in the mornings.
The very first time you were hospitalised was of course on the day you were born. We stayed 3 days. The second time was when you had UTI (Urinary Tract Infection) at 6 weeks old. We stayed 2 days. The third time was when you were 8 weeks old for Bronchitis. We stayed 5 days.
Luckily this time round, she sent you back home with 3 types of oral medication and 2 types of creams for your rashes. *phew*
For the rest of the day, we made sure that you were comfortable enough to sleep and rest well, that you were neither too hot nor too cold, that you ate and drank enough, and that you swallowed your medication (we had to pin you down and force you to swallow it).
As the day draws to a close, we had not gone to any fancy place for a special meal. Your dad had also not bought me any presents or flowers.
Still, I think it was a very special day (this is not a self-consolation). It was special because it was my very first mother's day and it was special because I have you.
Happy Mother's Day!
Both your dad and I woke yesterday to find a baby who obviously was not well. You were coughing and we could hear the phlegm in your throat vibrating like a whole battalion of little tin soldiers drumming with bamboo sticks on hollow pipes. You also had 2 sticky rivers running from your nose.
Your dad and I hate to bring you to your doctor. Her clinic is located at the hospital you were born in. We have a strong fear that you will be hospitalised once again. But we had no choice. It is a sunday. Most clinics are closed all day on sundays but hers is open in the mornings.
The very first time you were hospitalised was of course on the day you were born. We stayed 3 days. The second time was when you had UTI (Urinary Tract Infection) at 6 weeks old. We stayed 2 days. The third time was when you were 8 weeks old for Bronchitis. We stayed 5 days.
Luckily this time round, she sent you back home with 3 types of oral medication and 2 types of creams for your rashes. *phew*
For the rest of the day, we made sure that you were comfortable enough to sleep and rest well, that you were neither too hot nor too cold, that you ate and drank enough, and that you swallowed your medication (we had to pin you down and force you to swallow it).
As the day draws to a close, we had not gone to any fancy place for a special meal. Your dad had also not bought me any presents or flowers.
Still, I think it was a very special day (this is not a self-consolation). It was special because it was my very first mother's day and it was special because I have you.
Happy Mother's Day!
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