Wouldn’t It Be Nice…

Being a new Mummy means sacrifices, every women knows that and (most) will accept it willingly. Besides the husband, my friends keep me sane and perhaps one of my guilty pleasures is living through them with their tales of dates, boys & gossip. Wouldn’t it be great to have a Girlie Cruise from Reebonz with lotsa sunshine, sangria and giggles? I’m sure the husband wouldn’t mind looking after Ry for 4 hours as a tiny Valentine’s gift this year

Doesn’t this just look awesome?

5th Month

Dearest Rylen,

Yesterday you turned 5 months old and Grandma Fiddy took your weight…wait for it…. 8.2kg!!!  There was a major growth and development surge between 4 to 5 months, I have to admit I was caught a little off guard but amazed at the same time. You can sit up by yourself and for quite long too, you sit on your stroller and hang on to the ‘railing’ in the front, the view of the world looks way more  interesting from that angle, I’m sure. I decided to let you flip over as and when you were ready and now you’re all over the place, front to back, back to front, it still freaks us out when we see you sleep on your tummy but I remember that’s how we used to sleep too . You’ve been a poo poo monster of late and it worries all of us but you’re still smiling, hydrated,drinking and obviously growing so we’re going to go ahead with giving you some cereal tomorrow! Yay!

I love looking at the world through your eyes, the funniest things are interesting and you open your beautiful big eyes wide and make and O with your mouth, I love it.

I love your morning smiles and cuddles which I’m pleased to still experience even if it’s the ungodly hour of 5.30am it makes waking up a little earlier worth it (plus the fact that you go right back to sleep after your feed rocks too). A few days ago I’d like to think your were trying to kiss me but it seemed more like your were trying to eat my face and then lick my cheek …. regardless it’s nice to know you think Mummy is yummy *heh*.

So to my little bundle of joy… the next few weeks are gonna be a wide ride, hang on tight.

Love you,

Mommy

Splish

I haven’t been this excited about something since Christmas, mostly cos I’ve been too tired but ANYWAYS…

Rylen’s going for her first swimming session next Wednesday. If she and we like it, we’ll start her class in April! Woot!!

I know she’s young (if we could we would have started her at 3 months) but she LOVES the water and the room is always wet after her bath, she doesn’t even mind getting into the shower with me, so I think she’ll enjoy her swimming lessons especially if she has my genes

Also I believe that water safety is one of the most important things we can teach our kids these days but it does worry me that she might get herself into a situation where she thinks just because she can swim she’ll be fine but it’s not always that simple is it?

Gimme

She really wants ‘noms’… 6 Feb come quick

Blessings

I don’t get to look at myself often in the mirror these days, heck there’s no full size mirror in R’s room, I’m always getting ready to sleep and go to work in semi-darkness, so I usually go with how I feel and I don’t like feeling fat. Now I’ve never been thin, slim… BUT I’ve never felt fat,  yes, a lil chubby but I’ve always felt fit and compact. It sucks being fat, I don’t like it, it’s extra hard to do jumping jacks, my boobs are all over the place, my tummy is all jiggly and ohmyword my poor poor knees. Of course being fat and a greener shade of pale ain’t great either. So every Monday I stand in the handicap toilet to change after exercise class and I just wanna cry, never eat again, scream, pout, curse.

Then I read about Dave’s sister having to expel her fetus who didn’t make it the sadness and I thought about how lucky I am, I have a beautiful, healthy, crazy baby girl so how dare I complain about my weight! Well, I still hate how nasty I look in harsh florescent light but I feel a little silly. Can’t wait to get home and hug my RyBear-ness!

BTW

Today (since it’s nearly over) WAS the first day this whole week I haven’t been in pain. I tell you my thighs! My shoulders! My core! I felt better an hour after giving birth that how I’ve felt this entire week after my exercise class on Monday… as I type this, I’m actually scared of the weekend ending cos I know I’ll have to be back in class at lunch time looking at this weird pea (green big tee) on a black sticks in the mirror, lifting tiny weights and sweating like she’s lifting 30 kg instead of just 3 pounds and then cursing at every squat…. I HATE squats.

Ok, I go beddy bye with my Ry Bear now. Have a good weekend all.

Princess Vic

If you had told me 20 years ago that I’d be standing at Toys R Us, going crazy figuring out what to get for Trevor’s daughter for her first birthday… I would have said simply ‘Balls’. I couldn’t stand Trev, not that I ever spoke to him. I didn’t like him because his kid sister used to tell us he beats her up and the nasty looks (meaning:bitchy cow looks) he and my darling husband use to give me when we’d cross paths as hormonal charged teens *shudder*. Let’s not forget Flo with her semi-skimy outfits strutting in and out of my Christmas parties for years ok YEARS, I just knew her has DB’s SQ gfren at that point. Oh how things have changed and talk about 6 degrees of separation! We’ve all come such a LONG way!

Happy Birthday Victoria Eden… and I still think you’ve got a hot porn star name *wink*.

4th Month Check-up

Rylen went for her 5in1 shot and 4th month checkup on Tuesday (since I’m on maternity leave on Wednesdays) and she was a star! She’s a whopping 7.6kg and 65.5cm. The first thing I asked the doctor was if she’s fat . He said no she’s got the lil baby tummy which is normal and it’s just that she’s got big bones that’s all (see, there is such a thing) and she’s pretty tall so she’s fine. Whew. Took all her measurements and she’s got a very strong neck and back. Then came the dreaded jab and she didn’t cry, at all, I was playing peek a boo with her and then the doctor pulled out his keys and she looked a little shocked with the keys jiggling or maybe it was the jab but that was it, no whine, no cry, no fuss, I had to ask the doctor if he was done. She must follow her Daddy; thick skin. I hear the Pneumococcal jab is the kicker, we’ve decided to wait a little long for that one, still deciding to get it when she’s 6 months or 1 year.

She’s been a bit fussier with the sleeping, wants pats and a back rub but no fever etc, whew.

Oh and because Rylen has started taking two bottles of formula, I had to ask the doctor about the amounts on the can. She drinks about 150ml of beast milk which is about the amount I can produce and I can’t imagine giving her 240ml of formula which is recommended on the tin and only 5 times a day, so I give between 120ml before bedtime because she drinks 150ml of breast milk about 1 to 1.5hours before her last feed (cluster feeding which she did naturally). Anyway, the point is that her doctor says that the amount printed on the tin is a gross overestimate. Can you imagine if I just followed instructions!? Lotsa spit up, so ask you doctor when you’re switching to formula new Mummies.

Finally downloaded my mobile pictures and I’ll leave you with this…

Before bath time

OHMYGOODNESS

I’m a whole new level of tired.

The weekend started out pretty fine, we had an early dinner at Spruce. Great burgers, nice place, RyBear was playing good lil baby. This family, parents and their teen daughter were ushered to a table next to ours and they asked to be given another table, I looked up and the Mother gave me a nasty look… ok… they were shown to a table near  the loo and staff keep going in and out, it was the worse table in the house compared to a babbling baby and I gave her an amused look on my way to the loo.

On Sunday, we managed to get 1.5hr nap happy happy joy joy! Headed to my Mom’s place because John’s back and we had a proper family Christmas dinner with my Mom’s Turkey and Shepherd’s Pie. Rawk! Put a very sleepy baby to bed by 10pm. Turned my attention to Stomper, she’s been acting up since I’ve been back at work. I think between getting Axl, then having Rylen and now going back to work… she’s become very very needy. It’s rather annoying but I’ve seen her give me sad looks recently, she’s been biting her thighs again and they’ve gone bald (sign of stress, she had the same thing when we first got Axl). I wanted to go to sleep early but decide to manja her a bit and brush her down and oh darn she’s got skin issues. Decided to shower her with special shampoo, condition and blow dry her… so much for my early night. I did get to bed by midnight though.

Then… Rylen wakes up with a pitiful cry at 1.45am. Trying to wake up was like getting run over by a truck! Pick her, she goes back to sleep, put her down, cries. Picked her up again, cleared her nose, changed her diaper, she goes back to sleep, farts and 10 minutes later, she’s crying again. So I asked R, can I just just breastfeed her? Nope. So we have to warm up her milk, he gives her the bottle and I go pump. Halfway, she’s finished with the milk but he can’t get her to sleep, so I have to stop, soothe her, she goes back to sleep and I’m back to pumping and finally make it back  to bed at 3am. Waking up at 6.15am was oh sooo hard, so I’m running late and midway pumping, she’s crying…sigh. She gets fed etc and goes back to sleep but I’m too late to catch my transport and too tired to take the train. I get stuck in the usual monday morning jam…. the one where Singaporeans in general forget how to drive after the weekend, I’m poorer by 30.60 bucks and late to boot. I also have a 10am section meeting that never starts on time and drags on till my boobs are about to burst! Then I have to pump like a manic and rush to get changed to get to my Kardio Sculpt class (of which I’ve missed 2 sessions).

I’m 5 mins late for class and think I’m entered some odd aerobics crap class but they bring out the hand weights. I look at the weights and think… what in the world?! Lil wuss 3LB mini weights! And that’s the heavier of the two available. Then the real pain begins, OHMYGOODNESS… the pain! I haven’t used weights in 6 months and my core muscle have melted away, my shoulders hurt, my thighs burn and I’m so hungry and they’re spinning and doing fancy 1 2 3 steps and I’m getting dizzy*lovely* and squats and lunges; my best friends. I’m sweating so much, my face is all red and I can taste salt. It feels bloody awesome but I’m gonna be in much pain tomorrow. I just hope Rylen and Stomper give me a break tonight, I need it.

Show & Tell

She’s getting really good at sitting up

Grumbling about nap time

3 minutes later

And just one more because she looks sooooo cute here