Thursday, February 25, 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010


I've always thought I have many friends. It's just that I do not have enough real friends. There are 2 types of friends. Real friends are the ones that's always there when you needed them, and friends are the ones that always come to you when they needed you.

I left my loyal friends back in Malaysia (and some other countries where they are now). I realized that I do not have very many real friends here, close to zero. I'm feeling sick, (got a cold) home alone with a whiney baby, and do not get any help, or much sleep, and I'm so friendless.

My neighbour comes and help from time to time, just to mind the baby so I can get my shower and do my laundry. She has been sick too, hence there goes my only saviour. I m so lucky at least I have this neighbour/friend to help me.

I was quite disappointed by my new friends here who doesn't want to come out and have lunch with me on my birthday. It's not totally their fault that I did not remind anybody it was my birthday, yet still disappointed because I wrote down everybody's birthday and even organized and celebrate with them.. not that I want anything in return, at least a birthday wish will be nice... I didn't get any.

The only ones that remembers are my true friends back from more than 10 years ago.. Dear frieands, you know whoever you are..and I really appreciate you being my friend.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

My baby won't leave me alone!

If you are not a mommy yet, take my advice, sleep as much as you want! I haven't got any real sleep since the day after he was born. I had to wake up when I was just about getting sleepy, it doesn't help as I'm not a fast sleeper. The longest sleep I've got was 2 hours!

I had some depression for the couple few weeks coping with the new born, learning everything untold, unexpected, and unfamiliar. I got better after, and learned how to differentiate cries.. and ignore other people's annoying advice, there's always too many of them. No, I never follow confinement and don't make me start talking about it. I found that it's not practical in my situation.
Noah eats a lot. He eats whenever he wants. I'm sure proud to see his transition from a tiny skinny baby to a cute chubby one with double chin. Mommy spent only her whole day, and night admiring her cute little boy from head to toes, I guess all mothers thinks their baby is the cutest (except my mother because she thought I was the ugliest baby ever)

Noah likes to whines but when he smiles, he will melt your heart. He has his fussy time, and his funny time.. but most of the time, he just want to be with mommy. He rather sleep in my body sling bag, than the bassinet. I have to carry him around with me all the time, I feel like I'm still pregnant.

Don't tell me that I'm spoiling him, you can never spoil a cute little baby who isn't even 3 months old yet, and he deserved to be pampered..after all those hard work, and pain we both had to endure when he was a tiny little baby..and he is still my tiny little baby, although he weight almost 12 pounds now!

Sunday, February 21, 2010

The day he was here

I do not know where I should start. I just know I do not have very much time to write it all.

Let's just start on the day of his arrival, December 16th, 2009. I never know how contractions feels like. The book said some sharp pain.. from lower abdoment to higher abdoment.. and the back or something like that... I just felt pain.

It started at 1.30am. I had the pain before..a week before but it wasn't that bad, it comes and goes...and I lost the mucous plug 10 days before... I always thought I will have plenty of time to bake for Christmas, and clean the house, luckily I've bought all the xmas presents already.

We waited for an hour to make sure it was the real contraction. Went to the hospital about 330am, and after 12 hours of pain, I had to give in and take the epidural. I was trying to do it drug free, but I wasn't strong enough. Finally after 17 long hours, we've got him out...the labor wasn't bad at all.. it was just that the long contractions that was killing me. I've never felt anything as painful before..

The first thing they noticed,it was that he wasn't a blonde. He had a head full of dark hair! He was good for his size although he was 6 weeks early. He was crying so loudly when they took him away to clean him out , but stopped as soon as they passed him back to me.. how sweet.

They had to take him away and put him in the incubator for 10 days to make sure he was fine. He got poked all over his body..his tiny little body..and had blood test almost everyday :( Poor little fella. That's the price he had to pay for coming out into the world too early, to see daddy carry the torch, to celebrate xmas with the family.. and born a year early!

I got so hungry after the 17 hours labor, had not eaten anything for a whole day! The first nurse wasn't as helpful.. but there are plenty of them that are very nice, offer me food, and advise. I'm pretty lucky to get good treatment throughout my 10 days stay in hospital... I guess I can say I went through hell. It wasn't easy, travelling back and forth..staying in the hospital.. so tiring..but it was finally over.. and we get to bring him home the day after Christmas, our little boxing day special.

Saturday, February 20, 2010

The stuff I got over the week...

My new coach wristlet
My bday present for me

For the little boys

Dress from Esprit


Short sleeve t-shirts

All the clothes.. including a handcarry samsonite bag.. and a tote bag..from samsonite too..
Now I m really broke!