Lessons from being home alone with Little Foot

I unexpectedly spent three weeks at home with Little Foot without our helper who went on home leave,  and this gave me a lot of food for thought (although no bandwidth to pen them).

What I learned in my short term of being a SAHM without help really prompted me to write this to give my permanent SAHM friends a pat on the back.

1. Forget Hollywood and the Duchess
You know those photos of all those Hollywood stars like Angelina Jolie and our dear Princess Catherine spotted by Paparazzi all glam and chic and in control? Forget it. I didn’t even find time to style my hair (no way, you said?). Some days I’m looking half-mad/half – asleep walking up and down the corridor outside our unit rocking Little Foot incessantly in a carrier.

2. No one dies because the house is messy

I don’t understand the whole rationale behind why my helper rolls up the playmat (which weighs a bloody tonne!) everyday, sometimes more than once. Maybe over the years my mum has really drummed in the whole idea of how there must be a semblance of neatness (so all mess are hidden). I was happy to leave the mat and toys there. We go for a nap or a walk, we come back and I plonk Little Foot down on it. Afterall, the safest place is the floor now that she is quite a crawler and roller! Dealing with a baby who has separation anxiety, needs to be bathed, fed and entertained while my back killed me and I also need to eat and drink to stay alive and provide milk already made me feel like I need to clone myself. So please,  never judge a mama whose house is messy.  Rather use the make sure you didn’t feed your child a shoe and make her wear her cereal than try to pack toys which she will unpack in a blink.  Just prioritise.

3. It takes a village to raise a child.

I know it sounds cliché. It’s not. It’s a fact of life. In the second week as my back and stomach pangs deteriorated, and I start needing to catch my breath just washing a sippy cup, my siblings and mother, in addition to Daddy Long threw me a lot of lifelines. They checked on me via Whatsapp and calls. My bro-in-law and popped by to just help me carry Little Foot for awhile the one day I was afraid I wasn’t going to be ok, and my younger sister popped by to help out the next day. Daddy Long took many pockets of leave to chip in too. The best was my mum who took leave to accompany me and even cleaned and cooked.

4. It is okay to ask for help.

At first I was all fine and dandy, so the first week was all cosy rosy and Little Foot and I had a lot of fun bonding. Then as my back worsened and I started to worry (with scary images of me collapsed somewhere while my helpless baby crawled around and bawled her eyes out) about us being home alone, it took a lot for me to open my mouth and ask for help beyond the husband.

I beat myself up about it. All the “other mummies have been doing it, why I am so cannot make it?” self-reproaches playback in my head. On repeat mode.

And then I had to admit to myself I am not them. I have medical issues. I cannot be superwoman. And so I asked  and it wasn’t so bad. I love my family and we are very close. Isn’t that why mummies want more than one kid? So you can lean on each other?  I asked and they rose to the occasion as they always have for me.

5. Never let others decide how to deal with your child.

Three weeks I spent with my temperamental girl. I asked myself what went wrong.

I blame myself first… I carried her too much from birth (stupid colic!) And I continued to indulge her even after the colic had gone away. I also allowed my helper to respond faster than The Flash whenever Little Foot so much as squeaked, and I didn’t think all the chattering to her was wrong. The result? My 9 month old doesn’t know how to self- soothe or self-entertain,   fear separation and fear pockets of silence. Now this meant I have to talk to her, sing to her, and make eye contact ALL THE TIME. (Someone pass me the Woodbridge admission form please).

So in these three weeks,  we practised delayed gratification (Daddy is more firm on that one while I cave in a lot more). I made sure there was quiet time (it’s ok to let her sit and bite her toys while I stone and space out beside her), More importantly, I made sure of MEANINGFUL interaction. I pose questions to her like “What’s that sound?” And I provide replies and explanations about things “oh you hear that thunder? It’s going to rain! Rain is good as we all need water to drink…plants can grow, and then provide us with oxygen…” . We read books, and I sing her nursery rhymes and songs. I also spoke to her like a friend about my feelings. Some days she sat there wide-eyed and quiet when I felt down and emo. Yes, babies do feel and connect with mummies like that.

6. Things don’t always turn out the way we plan.

Never mind Plan A didn’t work.. Plan B, Plan C fails too. That is motherhood. It’s like how I attempted to bring Little Foot out for a walk more than twice. That day she spent pushing hard stools out the whole day…Each time we were supposedly ready, she would suddenly need to push something out. Crap… All plans are put of the window!

I think this applies to the current care giving arrangements too. Just need to keep adapting.

7. Mummies,  we push ourselves too hard.

I babywear Little Foot a lot. Too much.
I lose good sleep because we co-sleep and she wakes for milk a lot.
I spend her nap times thinking of her diet (what food to intro next) and how to make her bowel movements smoother… or what educational toys or baby gear to buy next.

Still not enough. And then I unconsciously compare with the other mummies who look like they are doing fine. And want to do more. So I guess I deserve to have my brought on my  lower back pain (old injuries plus a curved spine that too epidural), gastric pain and breathing issues.

At times, I need to check myself on the self-reproaches and just sing “Let It Go”…. play boo boo saliva with Little Foot and just giggle mindlessly with her.

8. Don’t belittle Daddy’s role.

Without Daddy Long, I would have gone off the rails on my downward spirals. Without Daddy Long and all the leave he took to help out, I cannot imagine how life would be when I cannot do so many things and really just want to lie down and rest inside of hang the laundry. He gave me a lot of extra time to sleep by bringing our little girl our for walks. And still had to endure my nitpicking, and listen to my fears (and my last words when I get all melodramatic).

My list could go on.

Motherhood is always a work in progress. See, 34 years on, my own mum finds it her responsibility to come and babysit me and my baby. I know she lost sleep worrying about me again. Not a vocation for the faint – hearted.

So, to my full time SAHM friends who have been coping alone, I don’t know how you do it, but you have my respect. Now that our dear helper is back, I can go back to my sane tai-tai sort of SAHM life again, but it won’t be the same anymore, because I now need to make sure the bad habits are kicked before I go back to work in 1.5 months’ time.  And oops…we both have greater separation anxiety now after having only each other to cling onto for so long.

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Unconditionally

“Love is unconditional”.

In my youth,  I hear this A LOT from people around me. Movies and drama tout this… youngsters in puppy love want to find someone who love unconditionally.

I tell you, that “unconditional” state can only be achieved in a parent-child situation.

Think.  Would you put your nose to your  boyfriend’s ass to check if he took a crap? Would you wake up 10 times a night because your boyfriend is hungry/feeling cranky/need to go to the loo?

Motherhood makes me tired like a zombie, yet unable to sleep sometimes because I’m afraid she might wander off the bed if I KO. Motherhood makes me ready to take the hit if we should both fall and doing my best to prevent that fall from even happening in the first place… in essence, motherhood shifted my priority from me to her.

So to all the young girls out there…. (I was there once, a long time ago). Someone already loves you unconditionally. it’s the one who changed your diapers, fed you, protected you when you were a helpless little one. And with that confidence,  go ride a rainbow, chase your dreams, soar like an eagle. That’s when you will attract a partner who wants to take up the challenge of loving you more than your parents can.

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Little Foot with Papa Long on Sunday.

That two loud thuds that cracked my heart

This morning at 34 Weeks and 1 Day, Little Foot fell off the bed. Thankfully she landed in a fortunate spot. Still, we wish we were more fortunate.

The mister had decided to place her beside me for morning feed and had gone to the living room to get his breather.

[Note — my brain never functions well between 6am to 930 am. That’s the time I’m dead to the world after pockets of night feeds.]

Apparently, she had gotten her feed, but she got bored and decided to explore the new-found side of the world. Only a few days ago, she finally figured out how to roll to her right. My guess is she was reaching for the much coveted aircon remote and the even more coveted handphones on that side table. So she fell off. Two loud thuds (probably something hit the side table first) woke me up and my heart cracked. I screamed and retrieved her. Luckily she landed on her Daddy’s big buckwheat pillow on the Totoro futon that he’s been camping on.

She cried for about a minute, latched for comfort and then moved on. How nice that babies can forgive easily. I was left pondering why it happened, why no one placed a bolster there. And I spent the day searching for a bump or looking out for any signs that she might be hurt more than we realised.

Well, here’s her at music class today.

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Completely energetic. And feisty as usual. She even mastered arms out in carrier today, and found a new fetish for the texture and sound of plastic bags. So we can safely say she’s feeling good.

I guess this marks the start of Little Foot’s Adventures around the house and into the world…. and a signal to really try to finish babyproofing the place asap.

Daddy as usual could still say jokingly that we should make her a milestone card that says “Today I rolled off the bed for the first time”.

At times like this, I know whether to laugh or cry. May be easier to strangle him and make him a milestone card for it too. Hmmph!

Nearing the end of the milk journey

Little Foot turned 20 weeks old yesterday… and today, we realised that as days turned to weeks and weeks turned to months, she had slowly but surely outgrown colic. Today, we were pleasantly surprised when realised that she didn’t have a bloated tummy anymore.

Nothing brings more joy than knowing that the worst is over.

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Happy Little Foot showing off her flat tummy this afternoon

Over the last couple of weeks, I also noticed that her appetite had increased, and suddenly, we were digging into the modest frozen milk stash we had to make sure she had enough to drink.

All the signs are showing that our days of breastfeeding are numbered.

Little Foot was only a fully breastfed baby from 2 month old, after we figured out that formula milk was adding to her tummy woes. Thankfully, somehow, there was just enough to feed her on a normal day, and on her milk strike days, we stored the excess. To Little Foot, I can only say, it was love that gave me enough determination to keep pumping, latching, trying until there was enough milk. It was love that made me wake up in the middle of the night walking like a zombie to the living room to pump while the world and my baby slept soundly.

What a long way we had come.

At 1 week old, she pushed me away and opted for milk bottles. Miraculously, at 6 weeks old she pushed away the milk bottle for the first time and wanted to latch again at the nursing room at the Baby fair in Suntec. By 2 months old – she refused her milk bottles. It was her way of telling me “Mummy, hold me tight and I’ll be fine” while the colic raged. I took on the challenge, and like my older sister said, how ironic things could be. Everyone expected me to be the cool mama who would be happy to just do “enough” and then give formula milk. Who would have known we would be in this situation that milk powder was a no no?

In the four months, I’ve seen two ends of the spectrum – mummies with too much milk (and some still unsatisfied and keep listening out for and loading up on foods that could bring up supply), and mummies like me, who have too little milk, with some stopping as early as the first couple of weeks.

To both ends of the spectrum, I can only say, time will equalise everything. Certainly, there will be a time when the milk runs dry, and we are no longer judged by whether we are breastfeeding mums or not. Then, we will be judged on other things – time and effort spent on our child – not judged by something that is decided mostly by nature.

As my breastfeeding journey is nearing an end, I can safely say I have done my best, and done what I can. I may not have been a milk fountain, and my baby may not look like a Michelin tyre mascot, but I have done my best. And it has been a wonderful time of bonding.

In a way, I’m thankful that I can stop the constant worry over the last two months that we might run out of milk (and then what can she drink???).

I’m also getting pretty excited as we now start preparations in anticipation of weaning and starting Little Foot on solid food (read: bought many things).

The day of returning to beer, coffee and spicy food is near. Yay!

To all mummies and mummies to be, whether it was 1 drop, 1 day, 1 week, or a Kallang river of milk, whatever we can give, we have given. Don’t feel bad about peer pressure, and definitely don’t feel pressured to the point of eating any damn thing that is touted as a milk booster. Quality over quantity. That’s what I will continue to advise anyone who asks. I learnt it the hard way when I took Fenugreek and only realised weeks later that it was one of the culprits that made Little Foot’s stomachache worse (if not the root cause).

To drive the point home – my mother never breastfed me, but that had never hindered my connection and relationship with her. Life is more than just milk. Anyway, by 18 months when they are of playgroup age, we won’t be comparing milk anymore, but what sort of “enrichment” classes  our bubs are signed up for, and milk will be just a distant memory.

A little lock of hair

Our precious Little Foot has reached her fourth month milestone.

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For some, the 4-month milestone is marked by biscuit necklaces, drumstick tasting and some other traditional rituals.

Since both sets of grandparents said there was no need to do these, but only said to get her shaved, it is a quiet day. A day that started out with an overflowing diaper, and then filled with a sweaty baby that refuses to take her naps or have a good full drink of milk. The usual routine more or less.

It leaves me with some time to think of how she has grown, and all the little and big milestones we have had since we first met the night of 6 Dec 2014. (As I write this, I’m listening to SNSD’s “Dear Mom” and about to choke on the sourish feeling in my throat).

My baby is much more smiley these days. I say “Yeeeeaaaah!” and she would grin back (most of the time). She’s starting to plaster more to me these days. Her intense eyes, unblinking, would follow my movement around the room, as if afraid that I would leave her, even for awhile. She still has her frequent grumpy moments, especially on bloated tummy days. She’s still difficult to put to sleep. And few days ago, we spotted the first signs of a tooth peeking out… sighh, moving on to more milestones.

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I love every part of her, her QQ cheeks, her baby hands and baby feet, the small dimple she has when she smiles, those intense eyes that would enlarge as much as she can to look and stare, the knitted brows when she frown, the baby smell she still carries with her, the softness of her scanty baby hair which I had refused to shave when she was one month old. Even the way she cries… like a sputtering engine before launching into a full volume cry, her horse kicks and “taxi flagging” arm motions. I could go on and on.

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We have received so much compliments about her cuteness, that I’m starting to feel a little “yaya papaya” these days. Strangers would walk past and remark “So cute!”.

Four month old is a ripe young age yes. We’re not in a hurry for her to grow up. Her babyness is really like sand that is slipping through my fingers, but I’m overjoyed whenever she reaches a new milestone.

So to mark this special day, I cut a little lock of her hair, for my keepsake (adding on to the evergrowing amount of her baby things that I am hoarding). Still deliberating if we should shave her. I probably will have to, but maybe just drag a few more days. Let me enjoy her sweaty hair for a few more days… the soft touch of her first hairs in my hand when I sayang her to sleep while she latches… all these I will miss. Maybe I could drag on forever. Hah!

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Today is the first time I cut a lock of Little Foot’s hair

Daddy's idea of a celebration - letting Emma try his apple. Her first contact with real food.

Her Daddy’s idea of a celebration – letting Little Foot try his apple. Her first contact with real food.

The cogs of the clock will keep turning and turning. Inevitably, we have to stop trying to hold on to the present as it becomes the past, that is when we will be able to enjoy the present that will be the future.

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Happy times with Daddy, at Westgate on the eve of her 4th month

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Little Foot’s always game to try a new carrier because Mummy loves buying them. Here’s us in a Kokadi Flip. Also on the eve of her 4th month

For now, I stare at the little lock of hair, and I feel tears welling up in me, tears of joy and sorrow all at the same time.

Parenthood is really filled with many many of these dilemmas. You want them to grow up, yet you don’t want them to grow up. I desperately just want to hold on to all the memories.

And perhaps I understand why going senile at old age would be one of the most painful things to encounter, because that would mean losing the past, all the precious memories that we take a lifetime to store.

My obssessions with baby carriers

I’m starting to earn quite a rep among my mummy friends (and I’m not sure it’s a good thing really), for having this obsession with babywearing. Overall, of all the different modes of babywearing, my personal preference is to use a carrier. (Babywearers refer to them as soft-structured carriers (SSCs)). Since I’ve had quite a few people ask me how I felt about them, I thought it’d be nice to pen my thoughts down, especially as each mode of carrying and each wrap and carrier added their own little fond memories to my memory bank of Little Foot’s journey.

Ring Sling

My babywearing stash started humbly with the purchase of a second-hand The Birth Shop ring sling. I was intending to buy a nursing pillow from this mama, but since she had a $10 good deal on the ring sling, I got it too, with the encouragement of my supermummy sister (she’s a mother of three). This ring sling, I only ever tried twice, and like many amateurs, I cradle carried Little Foot in it (a big no no according to the babywearing police). I didn’t use it again after one outing in it, since both Little Foot and I were not really comfortable. A ring sling works for many and is supposed to be fast in, fast out for the baby, but it didn’t work for me because I have a lower back issue and still recovering slowly from the epidural. Worse, I kept thinking she was going to fall out, and spent most of the time cradling her with the ring sling in my arms. I might as well have removed the cloth.

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Here’s me trying the ring sling while in confinement. Then, I was not aware that cradle carry posed certain dangers to babies.

K’tan Wrap Carrier (I call it the cheater’s wrap)

As we inched towards third trimester, I remembered a church friend always carrying her little one so snugly while she attended Sunday Mass, and I wanted that kind of closeness with my baby girl. So I did a little bit of research online and came across the Baby K’tan Carrier. I wanted to wrap, but did not want the complications of wrapping (Ok, I’m lazy). The K’tan was the answer. With luck, the only online store (Nursing Muslimah) that brought this into Singapore from US was taking pre-orders and it arrived just before Little Foot was born. The K’tan became a very special piece to me. I still remember that warm and fuzzy feeling I had when I first used it to carry Little Foot to the polyclinic for her jaundice tests. She was a few days old, and looked so adorable wearing the matching  little hat, mittens, and romper from Carters. Thinking of that moment still brings a lump to my throat. She was so small, and I wanted to protect her from the world. The K’tan helped me do that. It was like she was back in my tummy again as she snuggled against my chest.

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20141215_150629 Carrying fragile little baby to the Polyclinic in the K’tan. She was only a few days old.

So far, I have tried two different ways of carrying Little Foot in it. It is our special piece, and comes with a lot of sleepy dust for her during her early days. I like that it is designed to be sort of a idiot proof version of a wrap and is poppable. I can take baby in and out easily, and there isn’t a lot of cloth to deal with while we’re out. I also like that the material is so soft and airy (I got the K’tan Breeze).

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I like how discreet and understated the K’tan is. At one glance, it looked like a normal blouse I would wear.

Soft-structured Carriers (my current craze)

We bought the Baby Bjorn One from Amazon during Black Friday sale also before I delivered. At my insistence, Long purchased it, and he is now an ardent fan of it. He calls it “his carrier”, which means he uses it exclusively while he tries very hard to reject my offers to wear the other carriers which I use. I used it twice, and my verdict it that it was designed for bigger and taller folks, hence the men love it. It carries too low for me and is too loose, even when tightened all the way. While this version of the Bjorn has ironed out the issue of the earlier version with narrow seat which babywearers and doctors claim can can cause hip dysplasia, this one continued to allow front-facing (again I hear growls from the babywearing police). Infants are not meant to front-face as it strains the baby’s spine which is in a C shape prior to them learning how to sit up, stand and walk, which they then start developing the S shape. I have no issue with Long using it, but I have warned him not to attempt to front-face our baby. Not yet. He can try it when she’s a toddler. Plus point of this carrier is the mesh material, which is lightweight and airy. It’s also relatively easy to wear and put baby in. Long especially loves the colour. Silver, which we decided to get instead of the boring black.

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20150119_113129 One of the two times I wore the Bjorn One.

Somewhere in my stash is also an Ergobaby Original, which is a handmedown from my supermummy sister. Unfortunately, at 3 mth old, we have not been able to get into it successfully. Without an infant insert, which will be too much to bear for our sweaty baby, I tried the towel insert, which is a hack that YouTube taught. After two attempts, each with loud, angry crying from Little Foot, we gave up. So I have no verdict on the Ergo, but IMHO, I feel mummies should not try that towel hack. I noted the panel’s quite big, which means your baby could shift around in the carrier and there’s lack of support for the spine. Remember the baby’s spine is still very fragile, and I prefer zero risks when it comes to my only child. So I’m returning it without trying it.

With an emergency visit to Baby Slings and Carriers prior to our helper going on urgent home leave, I got the Boba 4G carrier and the Je’ porte Mon Bebe stretchy wrap.

At this stage, Little Foot was in her colicky stage and I needed something for my sanity while I cared for her alone (bearing in mind my bad back). I tried the Manduca and the Cat Bird Baby there, but Little Foot didn’t cry in the Boba 4G carrier so I got that. It came highly recommended by another Dec mummy, and she sure was right. This became the next sleepy dust carrier for Little Foot after the K’tan. I remember that one evening she refused to nap, refused to lay down, I put her into the carrier and we took a walk downstairs. We even sat on the swing at the nearby playground. I was an emotional wreck that evening with a baby who didn’t want to sleep… so there, me with baby in carrier and Long on the other swing, I managed to voice out my frustrations, my worries, and let off steam. And she slept soundly. It brought a lot of relief to me, and I loved how she would peep out from under the hood whenever I used it to shield her from the sun and the winds. I also like the neat little pocket at the waist band, that I could put an atm card and a few dollar notes in it. It was the carrier that I used that week of no help, so I could go get my lunch at the coffeeshop / market. And it was the only carrier which I could extract Little Foot without waking her up (upside-down turtle style).

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Lotsa happy sleepy moments with the Boba 4G… I always felt it saved my sanity at the peak of the colic attacks.

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As I was reading about Tulas and other more atas carriers than those you usually see at baby fairs and Mothercare, I chanced upon some forum thread mentioning the Kinderpack (KP) being the solution for those who wanted something even better than the Tula (in my mind I was like if the Tula was like the Prada of SSCs, then what would this be??). When I wanted to buy it I was stumped. Why is it not sold anywhere? It took weeks of reading after joining the Kinderpack Chatter and BST Facebook group, to learn quickly that the demand greatly outweighed the supply for good reason. There was so much rave reviews about it, the prints were so good looking, and Kindercarry only had four people sewing these. I was sucked into it. I had to get my hands on one. I tried getting one on stocking days (failed in four attempts so far, overslept for some of the stocking days). I PMed several sellers who listed FSOs or FSOTs without success, when those I wanted in the right size (infant/standard) were listed, they were either too expensive (going sometimes at more than double the retail value of $179USD), or they were gone in a flash. Finally I had some luck with one that was not sky-high price and in a print I loved. The lady in US got my PM within minutes of posting. And in the next hour, I had accepted her paypal invoice and paid for it. Then I waited and waited… just as I was about to resigned to the idea that Stinkpost or whoever was handling my priority first class airmail may have swallowed my beloved KP, my mailbox was stuffed with a fat parcel so full I had problems pulling it out of my letter box. It was love! Little Foot loved being carried in this, to the point she has since frowned on the Boba (her legs are currently too long to “squat” position in the Boba, but too short to dangle out comfortably for the M shape). And she looked so cute in it, we had a lot of “Aww…she so small…she so cute!” at Sentosa during our staycation. As many KP fans testified, it was the carrier I can carry her for hours without feeling like my back was numb or going to break into two. No shoulder aches either. The only downside is that there’s no pocket for money or cards. So I carried a small sling with it. Today, we still continue to use this when we go out… and I convinced Long to try it last week too. I’m so in love with the prints and the comfort that I’ve just landed another one in standard/standard of the bst page, just coz it’s in a print that I super love. Looking forward to seeing my mailbox stuffed again.

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I actually have a Tula (in cute rockets design!) that I bought on impulse. It happened the first time I failed to score a KP, and I was like, “Ok, Tula’s got that print, I’ll just get that. Take that Kindercarry!”. People don’t really think very straight at 2.30am especially after being chronically lack of sleep for a couple of months. It’s still hidden in my wardrobe. I will give a verdict on it when Little Foot becomes big enough to fit in it. It requires an infant insert for younger babies, and nope, not going to try that in this weather. The husband is going to choke when he sees it.

Woven Wraps

The Je’ porte Mon Bebe  Stretchy Wrap, was an accidental find. The salesguy at Baby Slings and Carriers offered to let me try it although I had already tried 3 SSCs, and it was so bouncy and comfy, and much easier to wrap then I expected. So I got it. Had some successful and some not-so-successful wrapping sessions with this one. That week of no help, I used it to carry her to KKH for her physio session. She hardly made a fuss and slept in it after the physio. I like that it was poppable. I could pull her out and put her back without retying. That was the occasion she slept while I had dinner with my mum and I dropped teriyaki sauce on her head (oops!). There were evenings that I tried wrapping her in it while she was fussing, and failed. One of the downsides of this wrap is the material. in order to hold the weight and stretch, it was thick, and hence little too hot for comfort. Everytime after use, both of us would have out tees soaked through. And it can only hold up to 14kg, so the lifespan would be shorter than woven wraps and most SSCs.

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After trying the stretchy wrap, I became more open to the idea of wrapping. The amount of beautiful (and some seriously expensive) woven wraps on Babywearing Singapore and it’s sister Swap and Library Facebook pages were constantly tempting me to try wrapping out. So I did.

In one week, I bought 3 woven wraps, all preloved in excellent condition from very friendly mamas on the SG Babywearing Swap & Library (enter at your own risk!).

  • Vatanai Unalaska Sz 4 – This attracted me with its whales and reminded me of the sun, sand and sea I loved so much and missed dearly.
  • Cloth of Kin ‘Happy’ Sz 5 – I read a little about handwoven wraps, awesome but exorbitant. So when this was posted at a good price, I jumped. This was the only cloth I bought in my base size (Size 5), and I used when I took a consultation session on wrapping with Nurjanna from Jars of Fluff (had a great consultation session with her, and learned Front Wrap Cross Carry (FWCC) and Ring Slinging from her).
  • Didymos Indio Aurora Sz 4 – I fell in love with the colours of this cloth when I first saw it online. Took awhile stalking “for sale” posts before I finally got this one. I do wish it was a Size 5 though.
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My one and only attempt to wrap Little Foot (this is the Cloth of Kin)

My take…

For the love of our babies, we babywear.

We want to have that skin-to-skin and a lot of contact with them. It helps them emotionally, it supposedly helps colicky babies too. My search for a carrier stemmed first from the desire and promise to be close to my Little Foot when she arrived in this world. Later on, it evolved into our quest for a way to soothe her and get her to sleep as she started having colic and reflux, and absolutely refused to be put down for long hours. My back was hurting, my arms were aching and babywearing was a solution for me.

When I tried carriers at the brick & mortar shops, if she wailed even after I had walked around for awhile, I put that carrier back. If she couldn’t settle down in it, it’s not suitable for us, even if it didn’t hurt my back, or even if it came with a hefty price tag. The only risk I took was the KP, and luckily that paid off.

As for wrapping, I am still in two minds about it. Lazy I am, and Little Foot has no patience most days. I don’t get much encouragement whenever I attempt to do FWCC. It just looked so troublesome to the people around me. We’ll probably give it a few more tries, but deep down, I’m quite happy to stick to the SSCs. It would saves me spending hundreds of dollars on cloths (which I still can’t quite accept).

Babywearing is really a very personal decision, and what suits you may not suit me, and vice versa. All that matters is having a happy and safe baby while providing some sanity to mummy and daddy. Of course, some, like Long will feel that having one carrier will do, but he’s the guy with only 1 pair of working shoes (and 1 spare for rainy days), while I’m the one with the floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall cabinet of shoes. I guess I’m prone to excesses when it comes to some things. This babywearing period won’t last forever, and I’m going to just enjoy every chance I get.

And yes, the husband is going to continue to accuse me of baby-hogging 😉

Afternote: I have another Kinderpack, one Kokadi Flip carrier, two more Tula carriers, one Lenny Lamb carrier and a Kokadi wrap enroute from various parts of the world to my mailbox. Now, which of my Ferragamo shoes to sell, or should I sell a bag or two, to fund this obsession? 

#10 Weeks – On colic, tears, milk and most of all, love

Today, my baby is 10 weeks old. Yes, 70 ripe days old.

It’s been 70 days since we checked in to KKH and started the whole process of bringing her out into this world. As the days went by, all the memories of my not-so-pain labour is starting to feel like a past life.

Shortly after her party, Little Foot started having bad tummy aches. She’d cry so fiercely at certain pockets of the day, her tummy was bloated… it was a repeated cycle, and she didn’t sleep well at night.

Trying times…

We found ourselves sitting and carrying her to sleep on our chest for hours on end. Yes, the husband is really resilient… he does it AND still goes to work.

We celebrated every fart and poopoo sessions of hers, and we tried our best to assist when that didn’t happen.

Baby massage, Ruyi Oil, doing “cycling” with her legs, wearing tummy binders, examining my diet and eliminating the suspects, changing milk bottles, changing formula milk, seeing 2 PDs… you name it, we’ve done it.

So to all those with the oh-so-wise suggestions, don’t tell me that I should try this and that. My inner voice is screaming, “Dammit! I’ve done it and more, so just leave us alone already!”. Oh yes, people like to point out the obvious. Yes, I know my baby has phlegm. I am not deaf, thank you. Would you believe I even sounded like a hysterical mad woman telling the PD that people outside are ALL telling me my daughter has phlegm and is seriously having trouble breathing? Obviously the judging look that followed from the PD thereafter shut me up.

It’s colic and maybe coupled with reflux. The soundest and most honest advice from our PDs is to “ride it out”.

Today, we still battle with this colic situation, but maybe we’re more in control of our emotions. Or at least I am trying. Papa Long has always been a cool cucumber. He just has to help me control my emotions on bad days.

Today, Little Foot still doesn’t want to lie down to sleep… So we’ve let her sleep in our bed.

I’ve somehow found a way to breastfeed her fully this week, partly due to having no help for the week and there was simply no time to pump for 35 mins 3 hourly, and then wash and sterilise bottles.

I’ve also discovered the world of carriers and wraps. Some of the soundest sleeps I’ve seen her take is in the stretchy wrap and the Baby K’tan carriers. She takes to the Boba 4G too, ready to sit in it and falls asleep in it in a short span of time.

Baby, I can’t cure you, but the world of carriers and wraps have allowed me to alleviate that pain somewhat, and help you get some of those much needed sleep. I’ve also decided to throw all those “you need to let her self-soothe” advice out of the window. I’d carry you till my arms break if it means you stop being in pain.

We’ll ride this out together, and I will really continue to pray very hard that this whole colic episode will go away soon.

The deepest hurt is seeing the one you love in pain. We’ve cried a lot together over this… but I have to be strong for you.

It’s been a trying period, but nevertheless, Happy 10 weeks my Little Foot. I can’t find the right words to express how much I love you and am thankful that you came into my life.

Get well soon, baby.

Another first…. bearing my belly!

We all know what an old skool person I am… plus I always deem myself too “manly” to do girly things.

Still, as we draw nearer to the EDD date, I was starting to feel a little regretful that we didn’t do a proper preggie photoshoot. After all, if Little Foot will be our only baby, then I won’t ever go through this phase again. So when a group of the mummies on the Facebook group organised a photoshoot (I’d missed a few earlier chances), I thought, I might as well be a sport and join in.

Yes, the old me would have said “No way! this is too cheesy!” but cheesy is always ok for mummies, or so I think. Hah, a chance to do whatever rocks my socks.

The girls were really quick to to get this whole gig together – from getting the group together, sourcing for the props to deciding venue – everything was sorted out really quickly, and cheaply (think Daiso Xmas hats and decor and tube tops from Bugis village).

The shoot was on Sunday bright and early. All us preggers gathered in red dresses. Long was really kind to drive me there and brought along our new GX7 and a couple of lenses to try the camera out.

Here’s a few shots from the GX7. Not bad Daddy, for a first timer!

All dressed up like a present, with a tag carrying Little Foot’s EDD date. I loved this concept!

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A heartfelt moment, because I can’t wait to hug her close to me…

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Bearing my bump in public! 

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Positioning ourselves for the “heart” shot, and getting it purrrfect!

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A heart on the tummy… because I love you so…

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Posing before “Noah’s Ark” MBS, mummies can do yoga poses too!

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And a final parting photo before we called it a wrap… exhausting but happy outing

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Made friends with 11 mummies with Dec EDD dates… some were so much younger than me, some were having their 2nd or 3rd kid, and one was carrying a pair of twin boys.

Life can be full of adventures when you step out of your comfort zone and say YOLO!

Welcome to my ever-evolving world of motherhood.

As I write this, I’m 35 weeks and 4 days into the pregnancy. Any time soon, Little Foot will be ready to wave hello. I’m feeling excited, panicky, worried and euphoric all at the same time, and now, I have 11 friends to share these feelings with 🙂

What a blessing!

Throwback to the beginning…

I went through my old journal and found these:

  • 16 Apr, tested positive on the pregnancy kits. 
  • 19 Apr, we had already decided on Little Foot’s name 

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Life-changing

Today onwards, our lives may never be the same again. 

Thank you Lord, for I asked, and you provided. When I asked You for strength, you allowed the Holy Spirit to guide me over time. 

It is certainly a leap of faith Lord. Thank you. 

Now we can only quietly pray for the best. Keep me upbeat Lord. 

With Love, Always.