Mum called up excitedly while I was at work and gave me a fright. She told me that my son has flipped over. Did he drop onto the floor and hurt himself? No, but it is the first time he flipped over all by himself while lying on his back, and she wanted me to know ASAP. Yeah she's so proud of him because he is not yet 3 months old and he is already able to flip onto his chest. She had to help him pull out his arm which was trapped under his body, but he could lift his head and breathe.
Well I'm happy for him, but I'm not surprised. He is already 6.79kg and 63 cm long at 12 weeks and his head is 42 cm in diameter. He kicks quite hard when he's hot and upset so I know that he is strong. But we will all have to be more careful these few days until we can be sure that he will not suffocate if he flips over at night while everyone is sleeping. I wonder how we can prevent him from flipping over when nobody is watching.
On another note, we had to bring him to the paediatrician on Saturday because he had been coughing the whole week. And coughing pretty loud for someone his size, but that's our boy. It was heartbreaking seeing how he cried when the tube was inserted into his nostrils and mouth to suck out his phlegm. He cried so hard that he had flecks of redness in his eyelids and foreheard. Sort of like burst blood vessels from trauma? The red flecks did clear up within a day or two as the doc said they would. But they are a testament to his trauma. What has to be done has to be done and I kept telling him that it was for his own good while I held his head steady during the suction. I know he won't understand what I'm saying, but I hope my presense will soothe and comfort him while all these strange things are happening to him. He took surprisingly well to the medicine I fed him using the syringe (0.8 ml ??) and I hope he will recover before we bring him back for followup.
Monday 31 March 2008
Saturday 15 March 2008
Moving house
We have moved in with my parents as planned. We need help to look after the little boy when Sunshine's maternity leave is up, and we would not want to leave the maid alone with him at home the whole day even though she turned out to be very diligent and loves the baby as much as we do. We just don't want to take the risk after hearing all the horror stories.
It took us 2 days and a car to move our stuff to my parents' place. We had to transport Sunshine's frozen milk, our clothing, shoes, working gear, 3 laptops, baby's pram, our toiletries and surprised our parents with the amount of stuff we are bringing in on the first day. Why should they be so surprised when they know how much stuff my sis had? And we still have so much stuff at home (the house I bought with Sunshine) that it is still our home, and my parents' place is just a place for us to get through the week, and we look forward to going home for the weekend. Fortunately my parents are computer illiterate and there is no chance for them to find this blog...
Having a car is really a convenience on a rainy day. Taxis can do the same, but it takes more planning and preparation. It was the first time we drove a Toyota Corolla Altis and we could tell that it was a lot more comfortable than driving a Hyundai or Vaio. The boot is also a lot more roomy than the other cars I have rented previously, if I remember correctly. Sunshine and I were saying that we could get used to all these conveniences! But living in Singapore is not cheap at all and we would not assume that we can always afford such luxuries all our lives. Perhaps we will get a car if we have a second child. If we have a second child.
The poor maid had to adapt to a different way of doing things since my mum was quite particular about how some things were done. Some were for reasons of efficiency and some were personal idiosyncrasies, but when you are a humble servant you just did as you are told and you try not to get things mixed up. No wonder our MM frightened us by claiming that if we do not vote for them, our wives and daughters will have to work as maids in other countries. Having seen and heard how some people treat their foreign domestic helpers (the govt terminology for maids from Indonesia and Philippines), it is a frightening prospect indeed. When my son is old enough to understand, will he be proud of how we treat our helpers? Or be ashamed that we are treating a human being so poorly?
It took us 2 days and a car to move our stuff to my parents' place. We had to transport Sunshine's frozen milk, our clothing, shoes, working gear, 3 laptops, baby's pram, our toiletries and surprised our parents with the amount of stuff we are bringing in on the first day. Why should they be so surprised when they know how much stuff my sis had? And we still have so much stuff at home (the house I bought with Sunshine) that it is still our home, and my parents' place is just a place for us to get through the week, and we look forward to going home for the weekend. Fortunately my parents are computer illiterate and there is no chance for them to find this blog...
Having a car is really a convenience on a rainy day. Taxis can do the same, but it takes more planning and preparation. It was the first time we drove a Toyota Corolla Altis and we could tell that it was a lot more comfortable than driving a Hyundai or Vaio. The boot is also a lot more roomy than the other cars I have rented previously, if I remember correctly. Sunshine and I were saying that we could get used to all these conveniences! But living in Singapore is not cheap at all and we would not assume that we can always afford such luxuries all our lives. Perhaps we will get a car if we have a second child. If we have a second child.
The poor maid had to adapt to a different way of doing things since my mum was quite particular about how some things were done. Some were for reasons of efficiency and some were personal idiosyncrasies, but when you are a humble servant you just did as you are told and you try not to get things mixed up. No wonder our MM frightened us by claiming that if we do not vote for them, our wives and daughters will have to work as maids in other countries. Having seen and heard how some people treat their foreign domestic helpers (the govt terminology for maids from Indonesia and Philippines), it is a frightening prospect indeed. When my son is old enough to understand, will he be proud of how we treat our helpers? Or be ashamed that we are treating a human being so poorly?
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