Maternity Leave

I had almost forgotten why mothers are given maternity leave to take care of their newborns and fathers given paternity leave to help the mothers out until the baby finally arrived.

It’s my third pregnancy and I thought I was a seasoned veteran, well-prepared to deal with what lay ahead.

After barely 2 hours of sleep, I woke up abruptly at 4 am to contraction pains which were coming every 5 minutes or so. I woke everyone in the family up and told them we had to head to the hospital immediately. B1 compliantly woke up and got into his school uniform while Papa took G1’s school uniform and carried her to the car.

Shortly before 5 am, I walked into the delivery ward, where the nurses, upon learning that it’s my third pregnancy, sent me straight to a delivery room.

“Your husband is parking the car?”

“No, he has to take care of the other two kids.”

“Oh, you’re so brave to come in alone.”

“After he puts the other kids in school, he will come here.”

Actually I later found out that when you’re in extreme labour pain, you don’t really notice who’s next to you. You’re so consumed by the pain that all you really need is professional advice (i.e. the nurses telling you when you’re pushing right or wrong so you can just get on with the programme) and spectators are optional.

Especially if the spectator has more important things to do, like making sure B1 and G2 are well-taken care of.

Even after delivery, although slightly delirious from lack of sleep and taking in too much of the laughing gas, I still couldn’t fall asleep.

Many hours later, as the adrenaline starts to wear off, the weariness is quickly catching up with me. I am starting to feel the tiredness set in and find myself dozing off even as the baby is latching.

I’m starting to recall how much work it is to take care of a newborn, and how precious sleep is during this period. I’m starting to recall how I would put aside eating / washing / cleaning / showering etc just to sleep when the baby was sleeping.

I’m starting to recall how the 4 months of maternity leave was not really a vacation or any kind of break, but really just a blur of milk, bottles, poop, and diapers.

It’s going to be the start of another tiring journey ahead but I’m excited all the same.

A Baby Love Bird

Grandfather P came into possession of a 3 month old baby bird and it was delivered in a small little cage. It was decided that we should get a larger cage for the little one and perhaps a little companion for it so that it doesn’t get lonely.


We made our way to this little bird shop we knew of.


This was the little cage that the bird came in.


This is the sparkling new cage Grandpa P purchased. He had wanted to purchase a companion bird but the shop owner said that it is not possible to tell the gender of the bird we currently own as it is still too young. Their gender becomes known at around 1 year of age and he recommends that we go back 9 months later to confirm the gender and then get it a companion of the opposite gender.

And so it is that we went back with just a bright pink cage and some bird seed.


It was really enjoying its spacious new cage.


Ted was really intrigued by it because it was the first time he had seen a bird up close. He was a little shy at first but eventually curiosity got the better of him and he waddled up for a closer look.


Visiting the National Stadium

The National Stadium was open to the public on National Day weekend and we decided to go and have a look. It looked smaller on the inside than I imagined it would be, having driven pastΒ the Stadium so many times on the road.

I loved the fact that the seats were red and white.





There were big signs declaring Singapore’s 49th National Day all around.



There is also a small mall (Kallang Wave Mall) right beside the Stadium. We took a short walk inside and it was just like a regular neighbourhood mall with mid-range restaurants and fashion shops. There was also a large FairPriceXtra on the first floor, which was probably the only kind of shop a mother like me would patronise.

Look at us, all dressed in red for the day πŸ™‚


Papa. Mama. Gugu. Da.


This week, Ted had a terrible cut on his right eye (we suspect it was due to his sharp nails) and he would wince each time he tried to open his eyes.

I missed the entire episode as I was working 14 hours a day this week but according to Le Papa, he said that Ted would keep his eyes closed and cycle through the names of the people he could say.

We’re just really glad that it wasn’t a case of sore eyes like the doctors initial suspected it was and that 2days later, he was well enough to be back in school!

Still, I feel really sad that I wasn’t able to be there for the little guy (sad at myself and the sad state of affairs at work currently) 😦

This little mummy goes child care shopping

I took the day off yesterday and braved the haze to do child care centre shopping.

I had made appointments at multiple child care centres and I spent the entire day outdoors, figuring out the bus route from place to place. I insisted on taking the bus because 1) I don’t drive, and 2) I wanted to be very sure I can access the centres easily via public transport.

I found a couple that I really really love and one thing I must say is – the branded preschools really live up to their names.

Decisions decisions…