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With All My Love… #7

My dearest Noah,

You’re five months old today! I marvel daily at how much you’ve grown, especially when I’m nursing you, because that’s when I get to zone out look at you closely. You’re taller now, and Daddy and I were just reminiscing last night about how tiny you were when you were born. I remember how auntie, our confinement lady, would bring you to me at night for me to nurse you, and how much we struggled to get into the routine of breastfeeding. She would help to position you properly, and then help me to latch you on, like fixing two Lego bricks together. You were so small then that your legs barely extended past the width of my belly, but now, you can rest your feet comfortably on the bed.

Speaking of Lego, I’m really looking forward to the day that you’ll be old enough to play with it. Right now, you don’t have a favourite toy, apart from Daddy, I mean. Your fingers are really quite short, something which I think you inherited from me, sorry, but it means that you have difficulties holding big items. You’ve got no problems grabbing our fingers and pulling my hair, but your fingers are too short to curl round Sophie the Giraffe’s neck. Soon, okay?

You’ve learnt how to play with people and everyone loves what a happy baby you are. You smile readily at everyone and chortle with glee when we play with you. Sometimes, we don’t even know what you’re laughing at, but hey, we’re not complaining! Just today, you peed on yourself four times and you seemed to find it hilarious, giggling away as I cleaned you up and scolded you for creating such a mess. Your eyes twinkled and you kicked your legs so happily that I just couldn’t get upset with you. I love pretending to chomp on your chubby arms, which always gets you giggling. You’ve been sucking on your hands and everything that you can get your little hands on, but as long as it keeps you happy and quiet, I’m okay.

Oh yes, grandma taught you how to ‘knock heads’ with people and we’ve been getting you to do it quite a bit these days because you’re so cute when you do it. I confess that when grandma told me that you could understand her when she tells you to ‘knock head’, I told her that you probably did it involuntarily as your neck isn’t strong enough. I was so surprised and amused when she demonstrated it to me a few days ago!

I still haven’t started you on solids yet, because I really don’t think that you’re not growing well. You seem perfectly fine, smiling away all the time and I mean, look at your chunky thighs! Anyway, after discussing it with daddy, we decided to put it off for a while more. I enjoy nursing you, even though I keep getting blocked ducts, because you seem most baby-like then. You’re growing up so fast that I just want to keep you as my baby for as long as possible. Solids can wait!

It’ll be your very first Christmas in two days time, and I’m looking forward to it. You probably won’t know what’s going on, but we’ll take photos and show them to you when you’re older. We’ll have to come up with Christmas traditions soon, but one of them will definitely be going to church on Christmas morning itself. I look at you and imagine how much love Mary must have felt for her baby that night too…

Baby, you’ve brought papa and mama so much joy these five months and we are truly very blessed to have you in our lives. Happy fifth month, darling. May our God continue to watch over you and bless you with good health.

With all my love,


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Silly Things We Say / Do #3

This happened long ago but is too funny not to share! I’ve told this tale to many of our friends, but no harm telling it again here right? It’s a story that I plan to share with Noah when he’s older too, so writing about it here will definitely serve as a reminder next time.

After Noah’s jaundice had more or less cleared up within his first month, we decided to switch paediatricians, mainly because the one at TMC was terribly crowded and each time we were there for Noah’s checkup, we spent more time waiting to see the doctor than actually seeing her. The parking was also a nightmare and we figured that we would be better off somewhere else.

At his first appointment with Dr Tay, we had to fill up the patient registration card and since I was carrying Noah, C was tasked to do the paperwork. Noah had just turned a month old and I assumed that C would have no trouble with all the forms and cards. I guess it’s true that when you assume, you make an ass out of ‘u’ and ‘me’!

When I called the clinic later that month to inquire about Noah’s next appointment, I was surprised to hear that there was no such patient registered at the clinic. There was a Noel, but no Noah. Yes, my brilliant husband, MBA and all, had spelt his own son’s name wrongly.

C denied that he had made the mistake, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps his handwriting was too messy and the nurse was the one who made the mistake. We checked the card on our next visit and there, printed clearly in C’s handwriting, was Noel Tan. No cursive handwriting or illegible scrawl to blame it on. He tried convincing me that I was the one who filled in the card and insisted that it wasn’t his handwriting, before claiming to have been having a conversation with his friend, Noel, just before that. Excuses, excuses.

So there you have it. My husband couldn’t even get his own son’s name right. Tsk tsk. Good thing I pre-printed Noah’s full name out for C to register his birth at the hospital, or Noah might have a totally different name now.

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Silly Things We Say / Do #2

This happened about two weeks ago during Noah’s growth spurt, in which he woke up every two or three hours for milk at night.

After yet another exhausting night, I was trying to go back to sleep at about 7am when C woke up, looked at me and said happily, “Hey! He slept through the night!”

Me: What? This is the fifth time I’ve woken up already! You just slept through it all…

A few days later, after I had gotten Noah to fall asleep after nursing him, C woke up and asked, “He just woke up for milk?”

Me: Yes, this is the second time I’ve woken up tonight already.

C: Huh? Second time only? I’ve woken up five times already! You just slept through it all…

Me: (thoroughly confused due to the lack of sleep) How’s that possible? I didn’t hear him and YOU did? How did you get him to go back to sleep without milk?

C: Hahaha.

It then dawned on me that he was trying to be funny by repeating what I said the previous night. Duh. There’s no way he would have been able to (a) hear Noah fussing if I didn’t and (b) get him to go back to sleep on his own!

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Silly Things We Say / Do #1

I’ve decided to start recording the silly things we say, do and encounter in our daily lives as parents. This is, I hope, the first of many amusing moments!

PS. S*** Happens really should be #1 but I didn’t think of starting this collection when I wrote that entry. Was too busy laughing! 😛

C was away for a business trip and as usual, I took photos of Noah and sent them to him, knowing that he was missing our little boy.

Here’s Noah, dressed for bed.


C’s response to the photo was that he resembled the tiger in the cereal advertisement.

This morning, when he came back and was playing with Noah, he asked Noah:

“Are you a tiger? Are you a tiger in bed?”

Then, realising the blunder he had made, he looked at me and asked, “What does that even mean?”

I was too busy freaking out over just how wrong it sounded to reply him. *shudder*

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S*** Happens

The funniest (to me) thing happened to C just now. I passed the baby to him while he was lying on the bed, after telling him to spend more time with Noah since he’s leaving for another business trip tomorrow.

After a few minutes of cooing at C, Noah produced a loud farting sound, and C started yelling. Background information: We’ve been having some leaky diaper issues recently. I think it’s because Noah is in between sizes and I’ve been alternating between the S and M sized diapers for him, trying to figure out which size fits better. C however, told me to finish up all the small diapers first. His exact words? “A bit of leaking at home is okay what.” Haha. Yeah, right.

Anyway, I ran over to see why C wouldn’t stop yelling and saw a huge puddle of poo on his tee and our bed! I couldn’t stop laughing as I ran to get some tissues. I flung two sheets of tissue paper at him, realised that they couldn’t make any impact on the huge mess, and screamed, “I don’t know what to do!” as I giggled hysterically. C was, by this time, freaking out, while Noah had the most innocent look on his face.

Someone pooped on daddy? Not me!


I took Noah off C and carried him to the changing table while C quickly removed his heavily-pooped on tee. I was more concerned about the mess on our bed and told C to change Noah so that I could change our sheets. Thank God our mattress protector saved our mattress from being stained! Time to get waterproof mattress protectors for our bed too, I think.

As C cleaned Noah up, he kept asking the babe, “How could you poop on daddy? Huh? How could you?”. Then, he asked me, “What kind of lousy diaper did you use?” In my defence, I reminded him that he was the one who told me to use up the smaller diapers first. He kept quiet for a while, then, “Where are the bigger diapers?” Haha. Mummy 1: Daddy 0.

What a mess! The sheets, mattress protector and C’s shirt are all in the wash now, and C is refusing to carry Noah at the moment. “It’s okay, it’s not your fault that you pooped on daddy. It’s mummy’s fault.”

C told me to wait till it happened to me, because I kept laughing when he was recounting the feeling of having poo flow down the side of his belly.

The best part? After C had finished cleaning him up, Noah looked at him, let another loud fart rip, and pooped all over the changing table. C yelled, “Nooooooo!” while I struggled to change the sheets, impaired by my uncontrollable laughter.

One day, when Noah is old enough to understand this post, I think he’d be pretty appalled that I actually blogged about it. But hey, parents are here to tell embarrassing stories about our kids, right? I think we’ve definitely earned the right to do so, after getting pooped on and cleaning up all the messes they’ve made. This was a story too funny to be left untold!

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If Sleep is for the Weak…

… then I would like to be very weak.

Ask any new parent or parent of babies/toddlers if life has changed for them after the arrival of their little one, and the unanimous answer would be, “I wish I could sleep through the night!”, “I wish I could get more sleep!” or, if speaking to a couple expecting a baby, “You should get all the sleep you can now.”

To be honest, Noah is a relatively easy baby who DOES take naps and sleeps for more than four hours at a stretch at night. But there are days when he just refuses to nap and I am exhausted trying to find ways to keep him entertained. I read to him, sing a couple of songs, talk to him and think that a lot of time has passed but nooooo… If I’m lucky, I would have managed to spend a grand total of fifteen minutes doing all that. It’s bad enough that he won’t nap, but usually, these bouts of ‘I refuse to nap’ come hand-in-hand with crankiness. I keep telling C how difficult it is to keep the baby entertained during the day, but as Murphy’s Law would have it, Noah only goes into wide awake and cranky mode when I’m alone with him. When C works from home, or when my mum takes a day off work to spend time with him, Noah is the perfect angel who naps in the day and smiles happily at them when he wakes up.

These days, Noah only sleeps at about 11plus or midnight, which is REALLY late for a 3-month-old. He begins his ‘tanking up’ at about 7plus or 8, takes a break in between at about 9plus or 10, and spends the next hour or two trying to chat with us or just sits/lies around sucking on his fists. I’ve tried to give him more milk or walked around with him in the Manduca to try and get him to sleep, but he just refuses to do so. After he’s had enough fun, he will start fussing and the ‘tanking up’ process continues until he falls asleep. The only good thing is that his late bedtime is our usual bedtime, and he will wake up for milk again only at about 5-6plus, before going back to sleep for a few more hours.

People always talk about having schedules and before I gave birth, I was determined to implement one. I read all about how we should have fixed daily routines, spoke to people about the Crying It Out (CIO) method and resolved to sleep train the baby. But now, I’ve realised that I can’t force Noah to drink milk or sleep when he doesn’t want to, and my dream of getting him to sleep on his own has remained a dream, as the main way I get the babe to fall asleep is to nurse him. He pretty much runs the show and just when I think I’ve gotten into some sort of a routine, he changes it again, just to keep me on my toes.

For my own sanity, I do bring him out during the day, for lunch appointments or just to do a little shopping, but having dinner out is tough as Noah gets much fussier and sleep becomes more elusive. I don’t know how long this phase will last but I just keep telling myself that ‘this too, shall pass’. For now, I shall enjoy my baby and wait patiently for the day, or rather, the night, that I can get my full eight hours of uninterrupted sleep.

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The Third Month

I can’t believe that our baby is three months old already! I do this ‘Photo a Day’ thing on Facebook with him after I got the idea from my friend, and when I look through his earlier photos, I’m so amazed by how much he’s grown. He’s still much smaller than the other babies around his age but I’m just glad that he’s growing pretty well. I’ve also had people telling me now that they thought he was super scrawny at birth and that his legs looked like chicken legs, but they just didn’t dare to say it at that time. Now that he’s put on some weight, his limbs no longer look that scary. Phew!

Noah’s neck is a lot more stable now and we no longer have to really support his neck when we carry him. This makes things so much easier! I can just pop him over my shoulder and he ‘sits’ quite comfortably on my arm while I walk around the house, instead of having to put him in the cradle position that we used previously. He enjoys being in the Manduca carrier too and can sleep for hours when he’s in it. I’ve gone out on my own with him in it and didn’t even need to nurse him during the four hours that I was out, because he was sleeping so soundly. The Manduca carrier is also the only way we can calm him down when he gets colicky at night, and I think it’s really worth every cent we paid. C remarked that it is money so well spent that our Bugaboo has become redundant, as Noah doesn’t sleep when we put him in the stroller and can get quite cranky if we leave him in it for too long.

We’ve also started putting him in the Bumbo a few days ago, after we visited the PD. Dr Ellen noted that Noah’s back is straighter now and so we figured we can try getting him to sit up more. He still needs to be closely monitored if we put him in the Bumbo, as his neck isn’t very strong and he bobs forward now and then. Noah seems to enjoy being in his bouncer too, so we use the bouncer more at the moment. I’m looking forward to letting him use the exersaucer but Dr Ellen suggested that we wait till he’s about four months old to try it.

This month, he got his first dose of the Pneumococcal vaccine and the poor boy wailed quite a bit as it’s a more painful jab than the 6-in-1 shot. The good thing is that he didn’t develop a fever this time round, for which I was really grateful, as I’ve been down with a sore throat, cough and blocked ducts for more than a week. C has been helping out more because I’ve been so tired and feeling unwell in general. He has been changing Noah’s diapers more frequently (and gotten poop exploding all over his hand while he was cleaning Noah’s bum) and also bathing Noah on a couple of occasions when I was just too exhausted. Noah adores C and I love how he looks at C and smiles.

Noah’s skin is still pretty sensitive and he keeps getting rashes all over his body and face. Dr Ellen says it’s most likely due to the heat and I’ve also noticed that if he’s kept cool, the rash isn’t as pronounced. I’m also trying out some new products on his skin, so hopefully, things will get better. He scratches his head quite a bit and we’ve resorted to making him wear mittens at night, so that he doesn’t end up with horrible wounds in the morning.

I miss being able to sleep through the night and being able to wake up late. As C puts it, Noah is an alarm clock with no snooze button. But when I see that adorable face smiling at me from his cot, or hear him ‘talking’ to his bumper or mobile, I forget how tired I am for a little while, and thank God for this very precious gift. 🙂

Our happy baby


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Thrills and Spills

Being a parent has been a real adventure. You don’t have to go on a roller-coaster ride anymore, really. All you need to do is to be the designated diaper-changer and you’ve got all the thrills you’d ever want.

Take today for example. Noah had his first ever puke and I thought that was enough excitement for the day for me. But no… He puked while I was nursing him in the car on the way back from lunch too. Think that’s all? Ha.

After his nap, I took off his diaper, cleaned him up, put a new diaper NEAR his butt while I applied some Desitin on him. Once I was done, but before I could properly slide the diaper under him, he peed. AND pooed. I usually put the diaper under him before applying the Desitin, but he was doing his leg curls again and the diaper got shifted in the process. Anyway, I threw away the new diaper, cleaned up the mess on the changing table, cleaned him up with plenty of wet wipes and tissue paper, turned to take a new diaper, and hey look, more poo! I looked at the little boy in exasperation and he grins at me. Sigh. Repeat the entire process. This time round, I made sure that the new diaper was under his bum while I spread the desitin on him, and in the middle of it all, he peed again. With a broad smile. Arrrrrgh. I messaged C, who was at work, informing him that he will be on diaper duty when he gets home tonight.

Each diaper change is filled with plenty of excitement and action. Will he or won’t he pee and/or poo on me? C and I have learnt to dodge the pee shower and sometimes, we even manage to catch it with a diaper. *Achievement unlocked. Once in a while, I can even tell when he’s about to pee and act accordingly to protect myself. The poo however, is more difficult to predict and manage. But hey, I’m thankful that his poo is now yellow, instead of the horrible dark green/black stuff we were getting two weeks ago!

In the spirit of being positive, I’m also thankful that at least he pees and poos quite a bit, which means his system is working well and that he’s getting enough to drink. What I’m most grateful for is the bright smile he gives me, not just when he pees and poos on me, but frequently through the day. He’s such a cheerful and smiley little boy, and for that, I’ll always be thankful. 🙂


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NOT a Good First…

It finally happened. The moment I’d been dreading even before he was born. The moment I’d be praying so hard would never ever come. Okay, I’m being dramatic but for those of you who know me, you’d know how much I fear puking, so when Noah vomited this morning, I was terrified.

Some background information before you think I’m nuts:
When I was six years old, I had appendicitis and I threw up A LOT. Everything I ate or drank came back out almost immediately and it was a really traumatising experience for me. Apart from that horrible period of time, I also vividly remember two other projectile vomiting moments, both in the middle of the night, all over my bedroom floor. The first time was when I ate way too much corn, and is also the reason why I hate the sight/smell/taste of it till this day. The other was when I thought I was thirsty (I was young, okay) and drank too much water, before vomiting it all out. Anyway, all the puking has given me a phobia and when anyone around me even LOOKS like he/she is about to throw up, I get up and run. I even did it when my nephew, who was about three at that time, started vomiting. Even though I was the nearest adult, I ran away, leaving C to pat the poor boy’s back and comfort him, and only returned after the mess was cleared up. Yes, it’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s true. Please don’t judge me. 

So now that you know about my irrational fear of puking, perhaps you’d understand the fear I had when Noah suddenly started regurgitating his milk. It was 730am and I was still rather sleepy when it happened. I was nursing him and hoping that he’d go back to sleep so that I too could sleep for another half an hour or so. He had just been unlatched and I was going to cuddle him for a little while when his eyes opened and milk just came gushing out from his mouth. I don’t know which of the two of us was more frightened. To his credit, C woke up immediately and tried to help by passing me the burp cloth. Just when I thought he was all done with the vomiting and I sat him up to take him to the changing station, more milk flowed out of his mouth and he started crying. Poor baby!

We still have no idea why it happened and decided that the most likely cause was too much air in his little belly. He’d been curling his legs up a lot more these days, and especially last night, each time we put him down on a flat surface. Dr Ellen had previously given us RidWind and told us to administer a small dose of it to him if he kept curling his legs up like that, so that’s what we did this morning. He’s still taking the probiotics as well, so hopefully, these will help him feel better soon. He’s back to his smiley self now, after a bath, long feed and nap, so that’s a relief!

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Vaccine Day

Noah had his second month vaccination, together with the Rotavirus vaccine, done yesterday. His PD noted that he’s only been putting on 10g a day since we last saw her a week ago for his green poo issue. It’s a little worrying, but she said that at least there’s some growth, rather than none at all, so we just have to monitor him.

His skin is still quite sensitive and the red patches on his neck still haven’t cleared. Dr Ellen gave us a sample of a different moisturiser as she is reluctant to medicate him with a steroid cream at the moment. He has NeoDerm for his diaper rash, which has a bit of steroids in it, but we are only to apply it when his diaper rash flares up.

It was quite an experience for us to watch Noah get his jab. The little babe was held on the table by C and he was looking happily at me when the doctor gave him the shot. I felt so bad watching his face change in that split second, as though he couldn’t believe what was happening to him, and his face turned bright red as he wailed. 😦

The PD told us to give him some paracetamol if his temperature started rising so we gave him a dose at 830pm. His appetite seems to have gone down a little and he only woke up for his next feed at about 530am, after falling asleep at 1030pm. We gave him another dose of paracetamol at 6am as he felt a little warm and he’s been sleeping a little more than usual and drinking much less. Hopefully the fever will go away this time round so that we won’t have to medicate him anymore. The good thing is that he’s still smiley and cheerful, and we really love watching him smile at us.

We have a busy weekend coming up and we really pray that Noah will be healthy again by then, so that we can keep all our appointments.

Here’s the little boy sleeping after his jab


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