Chloe just turned 1 on 26 Oct 2007. Looking through all the photos I took of her for the past one year, I realized how much she has grown and how much she has changed. From the little baby who was swaddled up in a bundle when we brought her back, she is now capable of voicing her wants (yes, in her baby babbles) and is learning how to walk.
I tried to write her birth story wanting to remember every single detail but never got past the second paragraph. It seems you will never forget that day, how it seems like yesterday, I can still remember what I ate the whole day before I feel the first contraction around mid-night. On the way to the hospital, I tried to stay calm by focusing on the traffic, yelling at Simon every time the car goes over a bump or when he hits the brakes. When we got to the birthing suite, I think I'm ready to murder anyone on site.
When it really started to hurt like crazy, I imagined I'm walking along the trails in Nepal, driving up the icy roads in Tibet, running the marathon, telling myself the finishing line is just ahead. And of course, I have to walk, wobble and dragged myself around the room then turned and tossed on the bed, irritating the s*** out of the nurses.
After 6 hours, we did finished the 'marathon' and got our finisher medal, in the form of a wailing baby.
I tried to write her birth story wanting to remember every single detail but never got past the second paragraph. It seems you will never forget that day, how it seems like yesterday, I can still remember what I ate the whole day before I feel the first contraction around mid-night. On the way to the hospital, I tried to stay calm by focusing on the traffic, yelling at Simon every time the car goes over a bump or when he hits the brakes. When we got to the birthing suite, I think I'm ready to murder anyone on site.
When it really started to hurt like crazy, I imagined I'm walking along the trails in Nepal, driving up the icy roads in Tibet, running the marathon, telling myself the finishing line is just ahead. And of course, I have to walk, wobble and dragged myself around the room then turned and tossed on the bed, irritating the s*** out of the nurses.
After 6 hours, we did finished the 'marathon' and got our finisher medal, in the form of a wailing baby.
Breast feeding was not a breeze for me, wrong latch, sore nipples, engorged breasts, plugged ducts. I had it all but we did not give up despite what everyone says. We did it!
It is always said that parents are responsible for teaching their children about life, the rights and wrongs. In my experience, I think it is the other way round at times. Chloe has made me more patient and to appreciate the simple things in life. Watching her splat cereal on her face and then reaching out to rub some on my face, dropping her biscuit for Sunny. These are the little things that brings joy and smiles.
Begin pregnant - 10 months. Raising a child - lifetime. I think my approach to parenting is probably by instinct, baby first. We learn to read her body language and her cries and let develop her own routine though we do take over a little at times.
Learning how to stand and taking steps with the help of whatever she can grab. This is her favorite part of her room - the balcony. She will stand there and wave at our neighbors' cars whenever they are back, the stray cats and the dogs going for walks.