My Independence Day

I went to The National Museum y’day. Well, the thing that Bryan loves the most is the stuffed animals section. Other than that, he was only interested in those videos that they play. The room he hates most is the section where they showcase the Porcelains of the World (he keeps asking me to go back to the animals section). By the time he reaches the Music Instruments and Arsenal and Armour section (last department we visited), he was already restless.

Anyway, the museum was just as I remembered it way back when Dad brought us there. Can’t remember how many years since I have been to that place. Brandon suddenly decided to go to the Museum after failing to go to the National Zoo (again!) due to the heavy downpour. The stuffed animals part was also the most impressive parts for me coz they had a lot of specimen. They had tigers, leopard, monkeys, deers and even an elephant, rhinoceros and a tapir. Of course all the smaller animals which are quite usual for stuffed animals are there like insects, squirrels, flying foxs, birds, bats, rats, cats (hmmm they don’t have dogs ahahahah) are available but not worth mentioning coz it’s quite “dead” as they are stuck to the wall. The most impressive dead animal there is the 22 feet crocodile and the 10 feet Giant Grouper fish (there were 2 specimens) which was on display right at the entrance. The fish was as big as the Malayan tiger. Impressive! Bryan was not afraid though, but Brandon was horrified and warn Bryan not to touch those formalin glazed display. Also, there weren’t any snakes (or I don’t remember seeing them). The stuffed mammals displays were good as they were preserved in a few jungle-like displays to project their original habitats.

Brandon was quite interested in the first room we visited which displayed the different “adat istiadat” of Malaysia. “Berkhatan” (circumcision) was one of the main display. He stayed to watch the whole video on it. I was interested but I wasn’t patient enough go through the video so my knowledge on this “cutting skin” ceremony is still zero after the visit. And he was also very interested in Wayang Kulit and took special care to educate Bryan about it by letting him watch the video on wayang kulit. But Bryan was more interested in finding where the “slide” was as he thought that there was going to be a playground around the area (we walked through the garden where they display canons, Frank Swettenham and King Edward earlier).

While looking for the slide, Bryan was temporarily distracted by the huge model of Burung Petalawati (so the myth goes that it was Deity Siva’s mode of transport). And of course there were different display of all the different ethnic groups of Malaysia, all complete with their costumes and customs. Brandon was disgusted that the mannequins all looked like European. He complains that they could at least modify the mannequins to look like Malaysians. Hahahaha… Never knew he was such a detailed person. I found the way they portrayed the Chinese, Malay and Indian very aptly as they show the Malays are mostly nelayan, with their kolek (malay dragon boat) and making dodol in the kampong halaman…. Then the Chinese are mostly businessmen, with textile shop, kopitiam, kedai runcit, fortune telling & “kedai jual alat sembayang” and goldsmith shops. Then for the Indians they made a Batu Caves replica and show them taking the Kavadi up… hmmm…… makes me wanna laugh as they portray taking the kavadi up as a way of life. Sigh… Another thing that’s worth complaining is their video in the room that was suppose to show “faces of malaysia”, the one where they show black and white strips of sejarah (on war and kemerdekaan I think). The video was horrible as it has run too many times… with lots of “petak petak”. I can hear people going in and leave immediately while saying, “Gosh, they play pirated CDs here! Ha ha”

Well, that’s the trip to the national museum. Not bad for RM2 per adult. Then we adjourned to Tugu Kebangsaan for some photo shots. Bryan was only impressed with the fountains… He asked me if there were crocodiles in them. I bet he didn’t even notice the black monument of the soldiers. As I was busy taking pictures, I forgot to remind him that those were the soldiers who fought and sacrificed themselves to give us independence. Well, maybe next independence day then. Or he can learn from the pictures after I developed them. After all, he is more attentive to books and videos rather than the real thing. In the museum, he was more interested in the videos and drawings on the wall than the real thing which was displayed right in front of him. Boy, he has so much more to learn…….

First Day at the Nursery - 27 July 2004

27July 2004 - It was a fine Sunday. The phone rang and Michelle’s sweet voice greeted us on the other side of the line. Thanks to her, we manage to secure a place at Kidzsports in Bangsar for a trial nursery class for Bryan. Excitement brewed from then onwards.

I tried to tuck Bryan to slumber as it was already 12pm and time for his afternoon nap. I told him, “Quick, let’s go to sleep. Mommy is going to bring you to Kindergarten later.” This somehow gave him the wrong message. He thought I meant to bring him to the “garden”. (On most weekends, my brother and sister-in-law take Bryan and his cousins to the playground which they call garden. The kids often mistake the “Guardian” store nearby for “Garden” as well. Hmmm talk about miscommunication!).

Anyway, the Kindergarten word sparked some excitement in him and he quickly ran to the door and grabbed his shoes. He jumped up and down while shouting, “Mommy garden, mommy garden….”. When he finds me moving in sloth motion, and getting the bed ready for a nap, he started crying and shouted, “Mommy garden” even louder… so pitiful!!!

Mommy, Iet’s go Garden. Water bottle is ready, let’s go!

It was with much effort before I could calm him down to explain that we need to nap first before going out. The over-active boy was actually really tired as he dozed off soon after my little lecture. (or was it me?) Time flies as I quickly rush to finish off my weekly laundry routine, and took a bath while my mom to help prepare Bryan’s porridge for “take-away”. Sleepy head Bryan wakes at 2:15 and with drowsy eyes, he finished off his milk while I packed up the stuffs that he had brought to Poh-poh’s place for the usual weekend stay-over. He began to realize that we’re going out as we changed his clothes. Sensing that he’s going out (“kai-kai”), he became alert and excited and quickly reached for his shoes again (before we even manage to comb his hair)!

Hasty goodbyes were bid, with Bryan eagerly waving at anything he sees including the plants and the TV. He has the habit (which came from observing us) of switching off the TV and fans whenever we bring him “kai-kai”. His daddy had said that he is like a sponge now, absorbing everything he observes and later reproducing it. This is actually pretty scary considering he is already imitating how some of the acrobats jump on a trampoline and off it!

Bye Bye Cat! I am going off now!

Anyway, we reached the nursery around 2:45pm. While I was busy with the registration, Bryan managed to dupe Daddy into parting with a RM1 coin for his magical, rocking aeroplane ride. You should see his face as he rode. What a snob!! It was like, “Hmpffh, look at me, flying up in the sky. Pity you can’t join me!” (Let me jot down in my notebook to teach him some humility!) We were afraid that he might hog the plane when it stops. Luckily, the commotion of bringing him to the activity classroom distracted him.

The colorful classroom was more like an activity room with a baby-obstacle course that covers 3 sides of its walls while one side of the wall is fully mirrored. A slide, a music player and a balancing beam sits at the corner. Near the door there’s a cabinet for all the children’s bags (the usual diapers, water-bottles and a change of clothes for just-in-case situations!) Many other children were playing with toys in the center of the fully carpeted, air-conditioned room.

Bryan quickly made himself at home as he tottered into the center to join the group. The teacher bid him a warm welcome, calling him by his name (which was written on a piece of sticker and stuck onto his shirt for easy identification). The haughty Bryan, of course, ignored everyone’s greeting and went straight for the toys. When the teacher wanted to start the class, she ordered everyone to return the toys to the box. As I watched other children obediently returning the toys into the box, I was a little afraid that Bryan may do what he normally does at home… which is to turn the toy box over to completely release its contents onto the floor. Actually, he was about to do that when I ran over to stop him.



Anyway, things happened quickly and everyone was supposed to sit in a circle to introduce themselves. Bryan suddenly realized that he is amidst a group of strangers and began to cling to me. “Mommy pau pau, mommy pau pau” (“Mommy, hug me, carry me”), he mumbles softly in retreat. The teacher started a roll-call and took turns in introducing the children by asking them to each do a different action, i.e.

“Hi Melanie, wave your hands Melanie. Good girl Melanie.”

“Hi Benson, clap your hands for us. Well done Benson.”

"Bryan, put your hands in the air and wave. Bryan, let me see your hands. Bryan, Bryan, Bryan??? Oh, he’s a bit shy. It’s okay for the first time.”

I can sense the teacher dismay as she wonders why she has to face another obstinate and mischievous little devil.


Then Teacher started to teach singing and dancing. Ah, Bryan’s favorite activity. As the teacher rolled her hands and dance around in a song, Bryan finds it too tedious to follow her and began wondering around (with his hands still imitating the teacher’s rolling movement). He must be thinking, “Let me see if I can sneak over to the slide without them noticing. I’ll just pretend that I am following and dance myself through the crowd to the other side.” Bryan succeeded in getting onto the slide which he played with glee. Other classmates were distracted and began to play on the slide too… Some ran around the obstacle course without paying much attention to teacher’s pictures of bee hive and bees. The teacher continues to teach the few obedient students animal sounds while my son continues to roam around in the new environment.



Look Mom, I am sliding!


Then it was playtime! Much to the teacher’s relieve since she doesn’t have to preach to restricted but distracted students now. The children began to run, jump around and did somersaults (with parent guidance) at free will. It was really a task for the parents to run after their kids. My son, who is particularly rough, knocked into one of the little girls which sent her running back to her mommy while crying her lungs out. I felt so embarrass as my son continued to run around as though nothing has happened. I quickly made him apologize to her. She was still crying her hearts out but subsided after some gentle coaxing from her mom. Anyway, the good thing about children is that they forgive and forget soon enough to play together again.

As the children play, my attention was diverted to another child who began to remove her pants. Hmm, she must have wet herself or her pants must be extremely uncomfortable. Very independent I thought. Slowly, I returned my gaze to my son…. Now where is he??? Hmmm… nowhere to be found!!! The teacher appears from the storeroom with a huge opened parachute and behind her was Bryan, carrying his favourite toy – a football. After clarifying with Daddy who has seen the whole thing, he confirmed that the ball was taken without the knowledge of the teacher! He laid his eyes on the ball while playing on the obstacle course and went straight for the goal! Well, the ball was a good complement for the parachute game because other boys were also in favor of football. (errr, the teacher may not agree though as it created much distraction).Anyhow, I can see that Bryan enjoyed himself very much while interacting and playing with other children.

Then everyone settled down for another round of song and dance and it was time for the goodbye song. The children are taught to give the teacher a big hug. My son, who as usual was not paying attention, did not even know who the teacher was! He just grabbed a parent and hugged her much to everyone’s amusement! He adored everyone by affectionately hugging the other kids as well, much to my pleasant surprise! Awwww.. Guess watching Barney has brought out the subtle side of him.

His first day at the nursery was indeed a very good one for everyone (except for the teacher and the little girl whom Bryan knocked down) and would go down in memory lane as one of the better milestone both for me and Bryan. One small step for Bryan, one big step for me in parenthood. As a mother in a new era, many things have advanced in leaps and bounce, especially parenthood. Let’s just hope that I can learn as much and as fast as my son to let him have the best. Excuse me now, while I soak myself in all the information brochures (Shicida Method, Kumon, Early Childhood Enrichment programs, Smart Readers etc etc) in the hope to absorb all the necessary information like a sponge!

Nyah Nyah Nyah… I get to slide and you dont!

Of Nurses and Paediatricians And Daddy - 15 June 2002

Bryan is 26 days old today and has already been out of the house twice after coming home from the hospital. We had to call on a doctor again this morning to check why his sticky eyes have not cleared after so many days.

For Bryan, it was another adventure. At such a tender age, he already knows the joy of “kai-kai” (going out). He would be nice and quiet the whole morning just before the journey. He wouldn’t sleep after his bath but feast his eyes at all the commotion around him as we get ourselves ready and also prepare his baby bag. We had to get him ready before “Poh Poh” (grandmother) comes to take him to the paediatrician. He must be thinking why everyone including himself is all dressed up today. I really melt at the way he stared at me as though he was asking why Mommy looked so beautiful today. He seems contented knowing that he is going to broaden his horizons today, extending out of the four pink walls of his nursery. He is too naive to know that future trips to the paediatrician may not be as enjoyable in the coming weeks when he is scheduled to take his immunization vaccines.

He was such a good boy when we took him for an early bath. Bryan seems to enjoy playing with the bath water with his ever-active hands and feet. Oddly enough, he wasn’t as fussy as usual even though we haven’t fed him. It was as though he knows that we are taking him out today. We usually bathe him before his feeds so that he can be lulled into deep sleep after his meals. Most of the time, he would be so impatient when we dress him. He would flap his little mitten-protected hands, kick up a fuss with his bootee-covered feet, and start wailing for his bottle.

However, his wails don’t usually come with tears. As such, we categorized that as crocodile tears whenever he yells for our attention. We thought nothing of the sticky yellowish substance that oozes out of each eye every time he becomes frustrated or whenever he wakes from his sleep. On his first visit to the paediatrician, the specialist told us that the sticky eye could be due to an infection on the umbilical cord. Well, he’s the specialist, so we believed him and paid a good sum for the diagnosis! Unfortunately, after finishing the whole course of eye drops and the umbilical cord has detached, there is still no sign of improvement to his eyes. We now know not to trust doctors who go around giving name cards at the maternity wards.

Our confinement lady advised us to check with another doctor to see if anything was wrong with Bryan’s eyes. Through her experience with other mothers and babies, she suspects that there could be something wrong with Bryan’s tear-ducts. True enough, the child specialist that we brought him to this time established that Bryan’s tear-ducts could be blocked. As such, we will need to massage areas around his eyes and nose to clear it. A little eye drops would help prevent further infection. Hopefully this specialist knows what she is doing to our baby.

Speaking of which, Daddy is really concern on whether the doctors and nurses knows what they are doing. When Bryan was still at the hospital, the nurses had to take some blood samples from the soles of his feet to perform the jaundice test. The anxious Daddy saw how the nurse poke three times on poor howling Bryan’s feet and scowled angrily at the nurse. The nurse sensing displeasure in Daddy’s eyes, stopped what she was doing to explain that the baby’s tiny feet were too cold for blood sampling. She further clarifies that she would have to redo the test later. Daddy was even more infuriated as the nurse should have known better not to cause so much agony to his precious baby and yet fail to accomplish anything. Even though Daddy refrained from taking the nurse to task, his angry stare was enough to ensure that the nurse did a successful and careful sampling the second time.

Bryan’s next visit to the paedatrician would be for his second dose of Hepatitis B vaccination. So far Daddy has not accompanied him for these visits (which is good news for the nurses) due to his busy work schedule. He feels really bad about this and on the nights before the visits, he would make a list of questions for me to ask the doctor. His lists are quite comprehensive, and really shows how prudent and cautious he is in noticing Bryan’s needs even though he sees Bryan for only a couple of hours a day. For example, he noticed a black dot on his belly button (a mark left behind after the cord detach), which I have carelessly missed. He also ensures that I check with the doctor various things which would not have crossed my mind at all, such as how to clear his nose and whether it would be safe to shave his head. (It is Chinese custom to shave a baby’s head on the baby’s full moon ceremony).

Well, even though Baby Bryan didn’t lament on the absence of his Daddy on those “first” occasions in his life, I am sure he wanted to hear the soothing voice of his Daddy after the doctor’s rough handling just as much as Mommy wanted to. I was really lost the first time when Bryan screamed in my arms after the doctor gave him his Hepatitis jab. I almost fainted but I garnered enough strength to console him. We really need him the most now that we are at our most vulnerable times, both emotionally and physically.

However, since it’s Father’s day in a few days time, I shall refrain from complaining too much about him not being around for Bryan and me during my confinement period. I am sure he wanted just as much to be there for us. After all, it’s HIS first time at being a father too. I understand that his responsibilities and his commitment to provide a roof over our heads and bread on the table have spread his time very thin. This weekend however, it’s going to be different. He has promised to spend the entire weekend with us, both to celebrate his first Father’s day and also Bryan’s full moon. He is taking Monday off too, just to distribute the full moon packages to our friends and relatives.

Daddy, if you happen to read this, Bryan and I would like to send you our hugs and kisses to thank you for trying so hard to be a good Hubby and Daddy. We love you, Daddy.

Confinement Blues - 19/6/2002

Tired would be in most women minds after labour. A little relieve maybe. I, however, was wide alert. I quickly ordered my husband to take pictures of baby Bryan. I also made sure he followed baby Bryan in case he got mixed up with the 11 other babies in the nursery. There was still enough strength left for me to ask the doctor how many stitches I have had after the episiotomy and the nurse whether I had passed motioned while pushing.

Soon after, my exhausted body took over my enthusiastic mind and I collapsed into deep slumber. The last thing I remembered was my husband taking pictures of me; shivering and disheveled. I woke to the whispers of my mother in law, her sister and my younger sister-in-law. That marks the beginning of my confinement period. On the hospital table was a tiffin full of yellow wine chicken. Being courteous, I picked up my weary self to welcome their arrival. Orders were quickly passed for the sister-in-law to bring the wine for me to drink. I was instructed to finish the wine while it was hot. And hot it really was, and spicy too, due to the large amount of ginger. Ginger is supposed to relieve the weak postpartum body of wind. I must have been really hungry, as I manage to finish a whole bowl of wine and I ate the chicken too. In fact, I could have finished more if not for fatigue and the uncomfortable eating position (I am not used to meals in bed!).

The first few days of confinement in the hospital passed by quite smoothly with me getting enough rest and assured that the baby was in good hands in the nursery next to my room. My baby didn’t give me much of a problem except for being lazy at getting his food. He prefers being bottle fed to doing the hard work of getting it directly from my breast. I didn’t think much of this until engorgement kicks in on the third day. After telling the nurse about my discomfort carrying two big packages of milk, she gave me two pieces of frozen cabbage leaves to ease the swelling. When the morning came, I was handed a manual pump the express the overflowing milk. Since baby doesn’t want to do the hard work, mommy has to do it.

Baby and I were fit enough for discharge on the fourth day and the confinement lady (an experienced babysitter hired for a month to take care of the baby and the postpartum mother) and my mother in law was there to greet me as I stepped into my house. Home sweet home. Home seems different, as Hubby has cleaned it up while I was at the hospital. Smells different too. The confinement lady or Aunty as we call her, has started to boil the red dates juice and ginger water. The red dates juice is to be drunk over the whole confinement period of a month while the ginger water is used for bathing. I was forewarned not to drink any plain water, especially cold water, so that I will not catch a cold. My postpartum body was still weak and could easily fall ill. I was to drink only the red dates juice, Milo, wine and herbal soup.

It was consider taboo to stand up whenever I consume anything. I must be seated whenever I eat or drink any of the above mentioned. My sister in law even said that it would be best if I could eat or drink while lying down. This as they say, would prevent bowels and prostate problems during my elderly years. Well-meaning relatives would also remind me of this taboo whenever they call to congratulate me. They usually would quote an instance of a friend or a relative, who did not conform to the taboo, has the misfortune of having problems with going to the washroom in their later years. I quickly obliged, as I was afraid that I might become one of the examples when they relate this taboo to others.

There were a lot of restrictions on food too. I have to consume tons and tons of ginger, kidneys, wine, “muk yue” (black fungi) and sesame oil. I am not a fan of spicy food and I get rashes when I drink wine, so imagine the torture of having to eat these for the whole month. I was petrified at the thought of confinement period during pregnancy as I don’t like ginger at all. Luckily, Aunty is a good cook and she alternate and fabricate the ginger into something that is appetizing to me. One day she would slice the ginger, and another day she would fry it into crispy strips and yet another would be diced into tiny cubes. Sometimes it would come in soup form or sprinkled onto the fish or meat that she serves. So, the food wasn’t as horrible as I had imagined.

Food was very important to me during this period as I am determined to breastfeed. I had to make sure that I was getting enough energy to produce good quality milk. Too much ginger and wine would be bad for the baby so I limit my consumption to only during lunch and dinner. I violated the rule of taking a nightcap (good for keeping the mother’s body warm at night) as I was afraid of getting a drunkard baby.

Breastfeeding took up most of my confinement time. I had to express the milk using an electric pump after failing to get a good yield using a manual one. However, as time goes by, the produce becomes less. It used to take half an hour for a bottle but now it’s down to only half a bottle in an hour! I still persevere, as I know mother’s milk is the best for my baby. I sometimes wish I had an extra breast so that there would be more milk for my baby. I can’t help but wonder why science has not created a way to mass-produce this good food. I am sure there could be a way to increase the hormones which induce the milk production. I also wonder why entrepreneurs have yet to make money out of selling mother’s milk. Since it is so precious, I am sure many mothers who fail to express milk would want their child to have it. Hubby has also wondered why cows are able to produce so much milk consistently. He wondered if gravity was a factor and asked me if I was willing to let him try milking me! Thank goodness he made an effort to make me laugh because stress could affect milk production.

One of the less tolerable confinement taboo would be bathing and hair washing. I was confined to only wiping my smelly, sweaty body with warm ginger water. Ginger water will help eliminate wind from my frail body and avoid ailments. Washing my hair was a definite no-no for the whole month. Poor Hubby has to put up with the stench reeking from my dandruff filled head! I could see a tinge of delight in his eyes during Bryan’s full moon when I was finally allowed to wash my hair. The hairdresser did a good job with my hair, but they too had funny rituals. They requested 2 ang pows, one for the lady who wash my hair and another for the salon owner. The former one is understandable, as it is already a torture to wash and blow-dry a head full of thick and natural curly hair, now she has to endure one that has gone unwashed for a month! I find the latter quite unreasonable. Reluctantly, I presented them with the ang pows, (incidentally the salon owner has a lot of ang pow packets in her drawer!!) as I did not want to cause a scene in the busy salon.

Another taboo/advice was to sleep a lot. Even if I don’t literally sleep, I had to lie on my back especially after food. Too much standing or walking around will slow down the healing process and weaken my feeble body. Sitting is still considered not good enough, as this would hurt my back. Being bedridden ensures that I don’t get backaches during my retirement years. I thought had no problem with this, as sleeping is my favorite pass time. However, having nothing to do for too long rendered my mind restless. I had to do something as I had so much free time in my hands. After all, I was taught that,“An idle mind is the devil’s workshop”. I began miss my friends and getting out of the house. I felt as though I was isolated from the rest of the world. The only access to the real world was through the television, my room window, the telephone and of course the internet. I miss my computer and emails so much that I defied this taboo for a couple of hours a day to access my emails, read the news, chat with my friends, transfer funds and paid the various utility bills. I now understand why Bill Gates calls his creation, Windows! During this period, it was one of the most important windows to the world outside the four insipid walls of my home!!

Aunty will be leaving tomorrow, marking the end of my confinement period. As I sigh with relieve and wave goodbye to all the taboos and rituals, I am a little saddened by the fact that it would also mean the end to my “freedom”, the closing of all windows to the world for the time being. The only window left open will my heart to cater to all Bryan’s needs. I would have to be a full time mother from now until the end of my maternity leave. So, this would be my last installment. With all the things I have to do, I would not be able to churn out a good read. I might return, after all the dust has settled, when mother in law is comfortable with babysitting Bryan. Meanwhile, I have go and express more milk. Till the next bulletin, good-bye and thank you for reading.

A mother’s Thoughts…. By Kelly Rivers 24/5/2002

A mother’s thoughts…. By Kelly Rivers 24/5/2002

Looking at the sight of my baby gives me a sense of satisfaction, yet with a tinge of fear. It’s hard to explain what I am feeling right now but it’s really overwhelming. Tears well up in my eyes. I cannot cry though. The old folks say it’s not good to cry during my confinement (postpartum) period, as this will affect my health. According to them, the postpartum period is when the mother is the weakest.

I just can’t help it though. The thought of Bryan being such a fragile little boy, embarking on his life journey, sends sparks of joy and tears. Part of me is so happy to see him finally here in this world, and yet another part of me worries so much for him. He is ever so dependent, so trusting of his mother. And I, being a new mother who is so inexperience in everything; from breastfeeding to nappy changing; want so much to give him the best, yet do not know how. The nine months of preparation has not really equipped me with the skills of being a good mother.

I remember the first time I brought him home from the hospital. He slept for 6 hours straight. I thought nothing of it as the nurses thought me to feed him only when he cries. Little did I know that a jaundice baby would be too lethargic to wake for feeds. Luckily my sister called me soon enough to alert me to wake him for feeds before he goes into hypoglycaemia (low blood sugar level). His jaundice has gone now, after a few days in the morning sun and plenty of fluids. Thank goodness for that as it had me worried sick for a couple of days.

Initially, I was adamant to fully breastfeed him. I didn’t know that it would be such hard work and time-consuming! Furthermore, my baby gets frustrated very fast. The nurses at the hospital say that he is very lazy and would not suck hard at my breast to get his milk. Thus, he prefers to be bottle-fed where he doesn’t have to work so hard for food. So in order to satisfy his appetite, I resorted to pumping my milk out into a bottle for him. This is better for the both of us as it is faster and I know how much I am feeding him. My friends tell me that pumping milk could lead to exhaustion of the milk sooner but I am willing to take my chances. As he needs to be fed every 3 hours, I have alternate with formula milk to satisfy his ever-growing appetite.

Now that my own wound has almost completely healed, I worry about his umbilical cord wound. It’s almost 3 weeks now and it has not detached. Books have advised that it should drop off on it’s own by the first week. Consultations with doctors and friends assured me that it should drop off on it’s own. I can only pray that it would drop off soon so that it would not lead to infection and further complications. Meanwhile, I would have to keep it dry and disinfect it with surgical spirit every time he takes a bath.

Watching him have his bath every morning is a joy. He seems to enjoy playing with water, as he would smile a little whenever we put him into the tub. This month, Bryan would be bathed by the confinement lady (an experienced babysitter hired for a month to take care of the baby and the postpartum mother). According to Chinese believe, the postpartum mother should not touch water too much. Failing to obey this would lead to arthritis or rheumatism for the mother in later years. As such, this task will be taken over by his father later once the confinement period of a month is over. The father has been keeping an eye on how the confinement lady washes his son. My mother-in-law is quite worried though. She has not been caring for babies for a long time now and she’s not sure if she could carry out the task when his son is not around. Ah well, everyone worries for little Bryan but he is still ever so trusting that we could and we would do a good job for him.

All these challenges build character, both for Bryan, his father and myself. His father is currently too busy with his work to worry about all these domestic needs. However, deep inside him, I know he loves his son very much. Every night when he comes home, he would sit by the cot to sing to him even though he is asleep.

Brandon was there when I was in labour and he was there to witness how Bryan was born. He could not explain what he felt when he first set his eyes on Bryan. He was too shock to say anything when he saw Bryan all covered with blood, crying in the hands of the doctor who brought him to this world. I had to jolt him into reality by asking him to snap photographs of his son! He wasn’t allowed to carry his son for the first few days as he was having a very bad flu then. Maybe that has set him back a little, as he must have felt rejected. Even now, he still has the jitters when he carries Bryan. He is worried that his rough hands might hurt Bryan. I just hope that they manage to bond well.

As I write, Bryan is sound asleep in his bassinet beside me. The serenity that surrounds his innocent little face, the tenderness of his tiny chest going up and down with every breath, and the comfort of him being swaddled in a bundle, reminds me that all the sacrifices, and all the hard work is worthwhile. What will become of him later in life? Will he be good, will he be handsome or will he be rich? Well, Que Sera Sera, whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see.

Nov 2004 - taken inside class

The Maiden Blog

Omigosh! This is my maiden blog! I have written much articles (will publish some as archives later) but a blog... my oh my... Well, I can't really believe I am indulging into something like this and divulging myself like an open book... Already friends are saying I am always shouting to the whole world... and now I am blogging... Actually publishing my diary to the whole world... Gosh...

Well, I have learnt much in school... regarding transparency and accountability. So, I suppose I put them into practical use in real life. As you can see, I am a very frank person and I tell what I feel. You'll get to know me better as you read the insights of Kelly, interalia (among other things...).

I'll keep this short and simple and hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing them! Have fun, sit back (sip some hot Milo) and enjoy the ride!!