Mozzie Attack

Yesterday morning I picked you up from your cot and got the shock of my life. The whole left side of your face was covered in mozzie bites! My poor little baby. What did they do to you? I counted 14 bites all together. 1 on your nose, 1 on your chin, 1 on your ear, and another 11 on your cheek. You were asleep on your right side so they couldn't get you there. Mummy felt so bad. I wish I could have prevented it. Today daddy and I are going to get you one of those giant and hideous I must add 'tudung saji's' from the baby store. And we thought we took all the anti-mozzie steps - put up those magnetic mosquito nets, door closed at all times, mosquito spray, etc. but alas those mozzies were 1 step ahead of us. Thank goodness the little red marks have disappeared and you look 'normal' again.

mummy
xxx

Everchanging

Day 5: Wide awake

Day 10: Sprawled on daddy's lap

Day 12: Getting the chubbies already!

mummy
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You are so beautiful to me...

Those eyes of yours. You have this perpetual intense look. Like you are constantly in deep thought. I think you take after your mummy who thinks way too much. Sometimes mummy puts you down in your cot thinking you have fallen asleep but seconds later your eyes are wide open and you are glaring at me. No half-asleep drowsy-eyed look, just this wide awake stare. I can't help but admire you.

Let's talk about your frown. The folds in your forehead make you look way beyond your 18 days. You do this most of the time in your sleep particularly when you're being moved around or disturbed. I think you get this from your mummy too. You especially dislike motorbikes and there are loads of those speeding by throughout the day and night. Sometimes mummy just gives those riders the evil stare when they go by. Other times mummy just wishes she had a shot gun. Somehow I never noticed how disturbing the traffic can be until 18 days ago. I can't help but want to protect you always.

Your smile. You even manage to let out a smile (though a lopsided one) while you're latched on my breast. Even in your sleep. You are probably having sweet little baby dreams. Let me see, what would a sweet baby dream be like? Probably you floating about up in the clouds surrounded by nennen bottles hanging from trees with 'rockabye baby' playing softly in the background. Now that's a cool baby dream. I can't help but love you more and more with every smile.

The sounds you make. Oh boy, do you make a lot of noise for such a little human (that's what your grandma calls you). You cry only when you're hungry. You let out gentle grumbles when you're colic-ky or sometimes when you need a diaper change. You love the water and taking baths, so no noise there. You like being 'handled' as in diaper or clothes changing is fun. No complaints as long as someone is touching you. So manja redi! Let's talk about the other noises. 4 words - small person, big fart. Oh and when you poop you're like a machine gun. You can really fill those diapers. Hmm...what next? Nennen time! How could I forget? You gulp down nennen like you've been starving. Mummy has to pull the nipple away so you can catch your breath and so you don't choke yourself. You are quite the greedy one. Must be from your daddy! Hehe. I can't bear the thought of not 'listening' to you everyday.

Today mummy left you alone in the room thinking you would drift off to sleep on your own. Grandma and mummy went downstairs and brought the baby monitor with us. In the middle of lunch, we heard some noises through the receiver but it seemed more like movement than cries. After 3 'noises' mummy couldn't help but check on you. So I ran up and heard you crying your heart out. Your face was red and tears were rolling down your cheeks. Mummy quickly swept you up and brought you close to her chest. You stopped wailing immediately. I kept telling you how sorry she was and sang to you softly. This won't happen again.

mummy
xxx

You Are My Sunshine

This is our song - not just ours but daddy's too. I sang it to you everyday when you were still inside me. I sing it to you still.

You are my sunshine,

My only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are grey,

You'll never know dear,

How much I love you,

Please don't take my sunshine away.

Sometimes I change it a little, like this....

You are mummy's sunshine,

Mummy's only sunshine,

You make me happy,

When skies are grey,

You'll never know baby,

How much mummy loves you,

Please don't take mummy's sunshine away.

Today you are 16 days old. You were up for a long time this afternoon. Couldn't seem to get enough of mummy's breast. You'd fall asleep hanging on to me and everytime I put you down, you would wake up instantly, hungrily searching for my nipple. Then we tried the bottle; you sucked on that till the last drop. Still we couldn't put you down, you kept wailing. Finally, mummy cuddled you close to her chest, whispered sweet nothing's in your ear and pat you gently on your back and you dozed off in no time. It was such a special moment for mummy. Something only you and I both shared. It was our secret moment. I love you....

mummy

xxx

10 perfect fingers, 10 perfect toes!

God gave me you on the 9th June 2007, an angel! Could there be a more perfect baby?

The softness of your skin. Your tiny, fragile body. Your milky breath. The little baby sighs you let out in your sleep. The first tiny yelp from your lungs that first morning at the hospital. Your hair so light and fine. So long your nails!

You were eager to see the world and came a little early - two weeks to your due. We endured a long labor you and I, 35 long hours, 2 shots of pentadine, the gas and 1 epidural to be exact.

How to describe my feeling at our first meeting when the doctor lay you on my belly? Getting to know you for 9 months and seeing you for the first time. Your eyes were wide open, searching. Curious from the start. It seemed like forever before you started crying. How amazing and miraculous the sight of you! Mummy was in tears.

Your doctor, Dr. Idora is special. The two of you have something very important in common. She too was born on the 9th June. We must wish her on your birthday every year. Be sure to remind mummy.

Looking at you, staring at a little miracle. I still find it hard to believe that it was you inside me all along. Growing inside me, totally dependent on mummy. A miracle. A gift. I thank God for you. I love you....

mummy

xxx