Carla is One

 Carla is One 

2nd month 

x   Daddy's girl  x

This wiggling worm is wiggling her way into our hearts. Usually during the weekdays, H will wake up and carry her to our bed, play with her for a while before heading out to work. One weekend, he slept in and after nursing (side latch) her, I saw her kicking her little feet. Inch by inch, she used her own strength to move. Initially flapping on her arms on either sides and then moving both of arms on the right. What is she trying to do? As both sleeves touched Han's body, he somewhat felt it (or not) and moved away an inch or two. She continued her movement and I thought, ... could it be? I became the fly on the wall and just quietly watching the scene unfolded. Shortly after, both sleeves touched him again. No response. Flap. No response as well. 'Ah!', a short one, she yelled. Han didn't stir. 'Ah!' a couple more short ones, she repeated. Then, Han woke up and looked at her, 'Good morning baby'. She started kicking her feet and looked at Han. An almost two month old baby moved across the bed on her own by kicking the legs, flapping her arms and arching her back just to cross ocean to her dad. Okay lah, the ocean is like only sixty centimeters but you get what I mean. Putting capabilities aside, warmth filled my heart and soul. My heart is SOOOOOO full! 

1st Month 

x      C r y  B a b y    x 

Me, I am referring to myself. Cry when I hold her, cry when we speak. Simple things like oh, you can grow up and play with Annya Jie Jie, Asher gor gor, Sophia Jie Jie and Lucia Jie Jie then start crying. Could be the hormones, I tell myself, but still confused. Holding her in my arms, I wonder what good deeds that we did in the past live to have her. But still at times, still thinking who is this person lying on my bed? Not knowing her yet feeling her. Some said motherhood at the beginning is really about survival, simply making sure that LO (little one) lives. The affection and feelings only kick in later. So true man, so true! Always worried about milk supply, diaper count and latching positions, really all about the basic needs for a newborn. Cry cry cry, at first Han was worried when he saw all the tears day in day out but I believe eventually just did 'Noted' when I cried. HAHA! Speaking of him, my rock, he really supported me through knowing where I am coming from as well as my worries, fears and over anxiety mind but never once brush them aside. The image of me crying holding a crying baby and Han comforting me whilst taking over Carla seems like he's fathering two babies. Can't thank him enough, forever grateful. Shit hits our ceiling fan when Han returned back to work, the two days before, dam broke like nobody's business. Then happened again when the cot came over to our room and night duties were on us, few days before confinement nanny (CN) departed. Cried until next morning with puffy eyes. Reality kicks in SO bad, you know. Oh oh oh, I am one of those who only exclaimed 'OMG, I am overseas now, the air smells so good' only on the third day kinda person. Very slow lah so after only close to 30 days, I kinda realise, uh-oh, I am REALLY a mum eh! Damned, confinement nanny He Yi only available via whatapp from now -_-! GGXX!

B is for baby bump

. B is for baby bump .

Oh boy, we should have (or not, hehe) do a professional shoot. But I guess, we are going with the flow and chose not to. Instead, it was a spontaneous day out on the beach and capturing some raw images on our own. In preparation for this, I went on a shopping spree and got like brown separates for the shoot. Then I went again to get sets for the bubs in all sizes all the way up to six years old. LOL! Me and my planning mode (though now I wonder what H will wear *gasps). I wish compile all those images taken over the ways into an album. Same attire different years old. How nice. It would be even more cool if they were taken at somewhat same spot. Hmmm.. the treehouse up at JB is my ideal spot, I hope they wont like close down or so. We shall see. Meanwhile, here's some taken at Sentosa. Oh, thanks Viv Teo for coming down so ad-hoc just to help us take photographs. You totally don't have to but you did, thank you, forever grateful. x AND! I know -_-! My fingers were not as quick to get the same shade of top and bottoms but I got all second round! ALLLL! lol. Meanwhile please bear with my mismatched attire! You can't unsee it, neither do myself! SIGH! lol...

x  okie, good night x 

Our Union - Wedding dinner

. Traditions, Culture, Customary .

Things became more complex and it was an union amongst four families, the female's maternal and paternal families, as well as, the male's paternal and maternal sides. By right, it was to cater to our both immediate families' wishes to do a 'Yum Seng' and by left, Han and I also enjoyed gatherings so that's it. Our close friends had a joyous time having fun and our families had nice bonding time. Both Han and I have big families on our paternal side so it was rather tedious to organise and plan those large numbers. Lucky we have a planner within the planning committee, aka me! Despite so, we already had our ROM done and dusted years ago so hosting this wedding dinner was more like doing the roller coaster the second time, knowing each drops and curves that were in for us. Looking back, the highlight of the event was definitely Han getting drunk! Can you believe it? I was the only one who stood in the line at the end of the evening to thank guests with our parents. Haha! The first three minutes, I was trying my best not to kick him in the butt whilst smiling sweetly to others. Holding onto his arm as he was drooped low low low. I gave up and let him staggering all around before giving the brothers group THE EYE - look out for him! He said he only remembered thanking three people and funnily, one of my uncles was also tipsy and both of them were like chatting like long lost friends, causing a traffic jam. I am hahaha-ing now as I typed but that evening, oh my, you can't even imagine. This wasn't even the highlight, apparently according to our friend who had a stayover with us at the connecting room, Han actually walked from our room over to theirs and into their wardrobe in search for the toilet bowl. Thank goodness, he still had some sense and eventually made his way to the actual bathroom. Amazingly, he woke up the next morning fresh and bright, not a hangover, just couldn't recall any of his drama. This man, who walked into my heart years back never fail to amaze me, day after day. A huge thank you for everyone who made this such a memorable day for us! 

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