Beating all records!

This baby of mine looks set on her way to be breaking all records... from the delay in growing her teeth to her now learning to walk only at 7 months.

Sarah holds the record at starting to walk at 10 months.  With Hana already standing and trying to walk, she does look set to break her sister's record!

Toothless

She is turning 8 months old in 4 days time but is still absolutely gummy and toothless! While many others her age are sprouting teeth!!

Oh well... we really thought she would not be able to try out the various biscuits I have already gotten her but she has put those gums to really good use, grinding away at her food!

And not to lose out, the older sister has also decided to go toothless! Something I have been waiting for in a long while considering that the gap between the 2 front teeth were showing signs of decay.

To sit or not to sit?

After I gave birth to Daniah, I took 2 years to lose 15 kg.  This time round, I seriously wonder how long I am going to take. Not only am I having to deal with the weight, I have to also deal with a very potruded tummy that is seriously being very stubborn about going down.  So much so, that wearing a corset has become the uniform of the day.

There was one time when I was waiting for a cab by the road when a cab went out of its way, despite having an "On Call" sign to pick me up.  The dear uncle said that he took pity on me cos I was pregnant and yet had to wait in the sun for a cab.  I really did not dare to tell him that I was pregnant, for fear he would ask me to get off his cab!!

The dilemma faced on a daily basis, now that I am a commuter on the Mert, is whether I should take up that seat offered to me.  Who says Singaporeans do not give up seats?  I have received a good share of offers... funny considering that I did not really get one that one time I had to take the dear Mert to work when I was REALLY pregnant.  As opposed to now, when I am just well uhm... potruding! I think it is difficult when the rest of me is relatively slim in contrast to my tummy which makes me look so pregnant.

So to take the seat or not?  I did not want to embarrass those who offer and yet felt seriously guilty takeing cos it felt like I was cheating all these who have nicely been so gracious to me.

So, to resolve the guilt, yes I am going to go on a diet, even it means I am going to walk 3 km or more a day!

first foods

There is a first time for everything and this baby bird had her first try at cereal today. She is the only one who got to try an organic rice. Well she was not as enthusiastic as the rest was, partly cos she had to do the big motion mid way through. Never mind,  tomorrow we will try again!

Latest football fan

2 nights ago, we discovered that little Hana somehow is a little football fan. Wanting to soothe her as she was throwing a crying fit, her daddy placed her on his lap as he was watching the match between Singapore and Trengganu. Not only did she stop crying, but she started getting very excited and shouting at the tv!

Other sports channel did not get a similar response! So either she is the next Starhub Lions diehard fan or just excited seeing so many men running on the field!

Five Little Monkeys

It's interesting how even a baby as young as 4 months old can develop their preference for things. My baby has decided the pop song of the day for her is the " 5 little monkeys" song. Only one particular version - that of an upbeat tempo will do. All other jumping monkeys are not welcomed!

It is a preferred lullaby to sleep and will get her quiet even though she may be having a full fledged tantrum at the point.

Ready for Work?

I just realised that today would have been my first official day for work. Thank God for 28 annual leave days for I sure am not ready to go back. I cant remember how I had felt the last 3 times my maternity leave ended but I think it was much worse with Sarah where I had only 3 months leave compared to the 4 months now.  I felt so cheated I found out that 3 months meant exactly that 90 days, with the public holidays and weekends included, which translated to a much shorter leave.

The'thought of going back to work fills me with dread. No more days guided by the baby's daily routine and the older girls' various issues... although I would have to say the older girls' issues are something I could do without!

World's worst mums

Sarah shared with us on how she had missed the bus stop recently cos she had fallen asleep on the bus. This revelation led to a  full lecture of all the dangers should she fall asleep on the bus, on what she should do the next time the incident repeats and how to ensure she protects herself, plus ensuring it never happens again. Though I think she scared herself enough to have said that she had made sure she never sleeps again since the incident.

I ended up wondering whether we had done enough to prepare her before we had let her out into the big bad world. The only reason why she had to take the public bus was because she had enrichment classes that ended late and she would have missed the school bus. I took the time to pick her up from school one day and walked her through the paces in taking a bus, with one bus transfer. It was one lesson, packed with all the advices and admonitions I could think of. How to cross the road, how to press the bell to get the bus to stop and so on... I think somehow I had forgotten to say anything about not falling asleep on the bus...

I know many other parents would still not have let their Pri 5 child be on the bus alone just yet. One of my cousins would not allow her kids to take the lift by themselves in a public place, what more take the public bus. I felt that I do need to let the girls be more independent and felt that Sarah was ready to learn though I had to convince the dad that it would be ok. I had taken the bus when I was in Pri 5 too and on a much longer journey. I felt Sarah was ready. Tasnym is definitely not considering how she treats the bus like a playground when she goes on it! Thinking about that, it does say a lot about how such privileges like having a car makes the kids super suaku when it comes to normal everyday experiences like taking the bus or the train!

I think that somehow allowing Sarah to learn how to take the bus allowed her lessons beyond any lextures I could give. Me lecturing her on the dangers of falling asleep on the bus would have been less effective compared to her experiencing that on her own. She needs to learn from her own experiences and mistakes although of course, I would not want the experiences to be anything too adverse.

It  reminds me of a show I watched on the home and health channel called the World's worst mums about mothers who are too overprotective over their kids, and I am talking about being super over protective. These are mums who would not even allow their children to cut up their own food and treats  them like babies. In the show, the mums were taught how to let go as their overprotectiveness inhibited their children's development.  I do agree it does, and do feel that when we are overprotective and hinder the child's experiences, it inhibits their real learning on how to keep themselves safe as we are always there to do it for them.

Too Many?

Our weekends, and definitely our weekdays are filled to the brim! With netball practice, tution classes, religious classes, swimming and piano lessons, some have said that my girls have too many activities.

Our Netball Shooter

There was a recent article in the press where a parent complained about the amount of time that her child is spending in CCAs and asking for a review of this. My thoughts are that it should not be the no of hours on CCA that should be reviewed but the no of hours on curriculum and homework to make it more balanced.  Sarah does complain that she has no time to finish her homework as she finishes late after netball practice.  Thing is, I do feel that CCAs help to develop character while I am sitting here trying to figure out what exactly homework hopes to achieve. If it was supposed to help better understanding, shouldnt that be happening through good teaching. If for practice what was learnt, why cant it happen in school?

None of the activities are anything that the girls were forced into. When we got feedback that Tasnym did not have the interest nor the inclination for piano playing, we stopped her lessons, although I would say 3 years of fees too late.  I couldnt believe how someone who had been attending lessons for 3 years still could not recognise the notes which truly showed her lack of interest in the art. Though I would have to say I wasnt too pleased with the music school for not having given me feedback much earlier.  I have to admit I had been lazy too in not having asked her to practise or in checking on her progress. 

Both of the older girls are very into netball with Sarah's incination towards being a shooter and Tasnym as a centre. Daniah, however, has completely opted out quoting the sun and the heat as her reasons against it! She has seriously been hard to please. Bugging me for months to attend ballet class, only to back out 5 minutes into the start of the trial class. Bugging me again to go for rollerblading class, only to fail her first safety class for refusing to learn how to fall down! Luckily she has kept to her piano lessons though there had been moments when she showed signs of wanting to quit too...

Why do I do this? Well it is more to expose the girls to various experiences. Some may think that I am stressing out my kids but the thing is, none of those classes has an exam component to it. The idea is for them to learn a craft and to have fun doing it. So the piano lessons are meant to teach them to play without any exams. We have also exposed them to snorkeling and wall climbing as longas its within our financial capacity. Next up, flying lessons anyone?

No 4 hits the spot?

After having no 4, people have been asking on how I cope? Who says I was coping in the first place? But seriously, adding the numbers does not necessarily adds up the stress. I mean look at the Duggars, having 19 children and counting. I do think they are crazy to have so many children but watching them it kinds of give you a clue on how they manage and how our grandparents from yesteryears manage their brood of kids.

There was an article I read recently that said no 4 was the magic number where parents somehow are coping better.  Seems paradoxical but the secret lies in simply relaxing and letting it go. Somehow with 4 kids, you have kind of learnt the little tricks and is less stressed on the trivial stuff... (hmmm I better come back to this page to remind myself of this whenever things get rough!) When I first had Sarah, the complete inexperience was a stressor in itself. By the time I get to Hana, I have learnt how to make things easier for myself, eg feeding on the move and eating with one hand while carrying the baby in the other. You also learn not to worry or jump too fast on the small things... so her poop is green, just monitor it for a while more. So she is not wearing a matching pair of socks, life moves on (though now I would say that its the bibik who is making sure Hana is togged out in colours that match!!)

I  am in my baby blues today with a matching bib and why not, the bedsheet too!

Having a little age difference between the girls has also enabled little minions to be on hand to run mini errands ranging from fetching mama a drink to getting the clean diaper for the baby. What are elder kids for if not to help out right? something you wont have with the first child or even the second.

I think the only thing that has really stressed me out with baby no 4 is the realisation that somehow I am one of those in the 1% of women worldwide who cannot produce enough breastmilk. Quite heartbreaking for me as it really hit me this round. With the previous babies, I had dismissed it more to the temperament of the babies or inexperience. Somehow this round, with Hana refusing to breastfeed, the truth really hit me. 

One things it did was to make me question the meaning I had of myself as a woman and a mother and feeling a sense of failure - that I am failing to fulfill my roles for my child. I have somewhat reconciled with that feeling. Amazingly, Facebook was the one that helped me or should I say support groups that I have found on FB for women having the same problem as me. I have to say though, it really irks me to read the queries posed by some of the other women and how it was so easy for them to talk about dumping the milk they have pumped just cos they have drunk some soft drinks! Seriously?? I treasure every single drop of milk I can get cos for me they are truly liquid gold, all 10 ml that I could get at each pump!

And no 4 is here!

Gosh, I know, the length between my blogs are long but it is testimony as to how busy I am! It's funny reading the last few posts and reading about my deliberations in having another baby... Cos well, no 4 is here. Born on 23 Dec 2013, she is the latest addition and true to what I said before, there is never any guarantee no 4 was gonna be a boy. Yup, it's a girl!

When we first announced the pregnancy to the girls, Sarah's reaction was "isn't tasnym and Daniah enough?" This after her excited reaction the year before in wanting to adopt! Well, it may have been a bad day with the younger sisters simply driving her nuts!

Fortunately, when the baby finally arrived, she was well received and there have not been any jealous fits to deal with. What we do have to deal with was the fights over who does get to carry the latest addition - Hana.

The older girls have been gems, helping out in the care sometimes to the worry of those adults around, fearing the worse as the baby is jostled and bounced around, not too gently!

Well, it is back to waking up for night feeds but it has not been too bad. I would have to say that Hana has even brought the family closer than before.