Cavan's 1st Friends

Cavan enjoys playing with Jedi these days and asks everyday if we are going to Jedi's house. One night, as we were returning from Dan & Evan's, I asked him, "Do you like Jedi?"

He replied, "Yes! I like Jedi!"

And on his own accord, he added, "Also like Faith, also like Bernice."

These are the 1st 4 babies of Ichthus. Since then, we've multiplied to coming 10. (Josh, Krisalyn, Seraphine, Erika, Claris and Baby Yee #2). Very productive, aren't we? I pray these kids will grow up to be men and women of God, shining brightly, serving and loving God.

The 4 kiddos: Growing up
Cavan at 4 mos, Faith at 7 mos

4 babies' dedication on Christmas Day 2005 (along with a twin). Bernice partially hidden in pic.

Chinese New Year 2006

The tumbletots

Cavan 16 mos, Bernice 11 mos

At Bernice's 2nd Birthday party How we've grown!

Not Ready

Babe was already down but position was not correct. She was facing up. Dr said if she were still facing up during delivery, I’d scream like mad. At the same time, I was not dilated yet. These sounded worrying to me. When I had Cavan, I was already dilated 3 weeks before EDD. Why did it seem more difficult this time? Didn’t they say 2nd one would be faster, earlier?

Dr then exclaimed happily, hey it was unusual to have baby facing up near full term, so can do 3D scan. Will be a beautiful pic.

Thanks so much for the optimism.

Baby dreams

Babe is still in there... thank God.

I was negotiating with her not to come out too quickly as I was involved in organising a week-long event for my organisation last week. After so much preparation, I just HAD to be there for the action. Everyday, my colleagues were prepared that I would not turn up, or go into labour. When Friday came, they marvelled at how "obedient" my babe was, still in there! Of course, how could she come out without "parental consent"?

After Friday, I've been having dreams. A dream of holding her in my arms. A dream of my bulging tummy going flat (or rather, flab). Another dream more shocking, babe is not a gal, it's a boy!

My colleague said, to my amusement, babe must be sending dreams to me asking for permission to come out. Err... ok, but things aren't ready yet. Moreover, she isn't due till next Wed so I'll feel so cheated if it's anytime earlier.

Hang in there!

Innovation Baby

Cavan was termed “SQA Baby” cos he was in my tummy when I busied with SQA in 2004. This baby was termed “Innovation Baby” cos I busied with Innovation.

Today, I got a scare. Was running errands for the preparation at Bras Basah when I slipped off a flight of slippery stairs. Thank God I wore pants that day (I seldom do!) otherwise my fall would have been worse. I only suffered bruises and a bleeding toe.

Babe was still blissfully sleeping. Cushioned by mommy.

Mummy seat

This would be the last time I was able to bring Cavan to church by myself. In order to let him sleep longer, I asked Dar to go to Children’s Church first and I would bring Cavan to church myself.

With my bulging tummy, I was still able to carry him across the road, up and down the bus. Singaporeans! I don’t know what to say about them. They wouldn’t even let us up the bus first, after even seeing our condition!

One thing that made me uncomfortable was that Cavan insisted sitting ON my lap. At the initial stage, it was okay. As my tummy ballooned, it became increasingly uncomfortable for me. It felt painful to have him leaning on my tummy. And he was sliding off but he didn’t seem to mind.

Towards the last few trips, I always had cookie or candy. To persuade him to sit on his own. If all else fails, a stern “Mummy said sit by yourself!” worked.

Ah well.

Anticipation... D-Day #2

For the past 2 nights, been dreaming that I was on the way to "bombing".

A friend asked me, "Are you scared? Should be ok right since it's your 2nd one." I thought for a moment and replied, "For the 1st one, I was scared cos I didn't know what to expect. For this one, I'm scared cos I KNOW what to expect."

Anyway, for the 1st one, I don't know how but I managed to pull through successfully. Epidural-free.

Maybe I was ignorant, I just went with the flow of the whole birth process and didn't ask for any pain relief. Now that I have gone through the experience, suddenly the options become very tempting and suddenly I also become more cowardly.

I am so not looking forward to D-Day and wish that the girl will stay in my tummy as long as she wants.

Also bcos we've not prepared anything yet!

Now there are no infant clothes at home. No nappies. Where is my breast pump? No bottles. Haven't set up the play pen. Haven't washed the baby's bedsheet. Haven't washed the steriliser. Haven't registered and get the cordlife kit. Haven't got a name yet.

But we're still not fretting. That caused me to fret. Not fretting.

So, anticipation? Not really.