Mummy do-over

Happy new year to one and all!

Okay, this is not another blog post on regrets for goals unfulfilled or hopeful ramblings about new ones for the brand new year. Instead, I just want to share how blessed I am for the privilege to be a mummy for a second time.

We are really thankful to have such an easy first child -a baby who doesn’t really need much of a routine and can sleep literally anytime, anywhere. Timothy (son no.1) has always been a great travel companion, seldom fell ill and, apart from being somewhat accident-prone, hardly gave us any cause for worry or heartache. (maybe the heartache comes when he becomes a teenager)

I can’t say we’ve discovered the magic formula for child-rearing, but i suspect the stars were nicely aligned at his point of conception. har har…

And with a bountiful measure of prayers and dependence on God, we’ve somehow manage to meander through the first toddler years with little stress and much joy and laughter.

After having an easy 4 years with Timmy, it took awhile to get used to sleepless nights, the stress of breastfeeding, relentless baby wailing and smelly nappies again. Little Nathan is now 14 months old and I can still vividly remember the worry and pain we went through with his serious bout of jaundice when he was born, and his eczema that covered his little body with dry scabs. It was only when he turned 1 that I decided to get a blood test done on him and discovered he has an allergy to cow’s milk and egg white. Yikes!

But there is still so much more to be thankful for.

Having no. 2 made me realise that our hearts do grow bigger to accommodate more people for you to love. Much more than you think you were capable of loving. Both kids are such a bundle of joy and it is so beautiful to see the 2 of them expressing their affection for each other in such a natural, intuitive manner. Whenever Timmy comes home from kindergarten, he would run to Nathan first and give him a shoulder scrunching hug and say Oh Nana, I love you so much cos you are sooooo cute! And Nathan follows his older brother around like a crazy Justin bieber fan. (most of the time, he just wants to play with whatever toy Timmy is currently obsessed with)

Here are some snapshots of the boys who taught me so much about life and love, and there is still so much I am learning from them….

Big brother holding Nathan for the very first time
Big brother holding Nathan for the very first time




Nathan’s first hike in Hassliberg





My bizarre pre-natal obsession

Eeeeks! Has it really been more than 5 months since I last wrote a blog entry here?

20121013-181759.jpgThe timing of my self-imposed break from social media coincides with the first time I picked up ’50 Shades of Grey’ from the local bookshop, and then Part 2 and Part 3 a day later. Many pregnant women have food cravings; I, on the other hand, acquired an insatiable reading craving that borderlined on being insanely obsessive-compulsive.

To date, I have purchased 16 new books and 63 e-books, many of which I’ve read more than once. At least I’ve been feeding my mind rather than my waistline or spending money on retail therapy, I justified to myself. Although genres like teen fantasy, science fiction, mommy porn and historical romance can’t exactly be considered intellectually stimulating… (I did note that many female writers of mommy porn have credible degrees and spectacular day jobs; some are full-time mums who no doubt, after giving a good decade of their lives to cooking and hanging laundry, have decided that there are better use for whipped cream and clothespins)

I do have to thank my husband and my little 4 year old Timmy for being so understanding, and giving me the time and space to indulge in my obsession. Every time we walk past a bookshop, little Timmy would point to the familiar black and white book cover hogging the top 10 bestsellers shelf and shout “Mummy’s book! That’s Mummy’s book!”. I’ve been lugging my books on our summer holidays in Denmark and Italy too and reading through the wee hours of the night.

Then again, I think the obsessive compulsive gene runs thick in our family. Alan is always on Youtube checking out the latest car test-drives and watching re-reruns of Top Gear and The 5th Gear. He alternates between his car interest and reading tabloid news on Daily Mail and The Sun to keep himself up to date on important events plaguing the entertainment world. Little Timmy is now obsessed with Mickey Mouse and will only wear clothes with an image of the mouse, has an infatuation with Minnie Mouse, and carries his Mickey Mouse stuff toy everywhere he goes. (He actually wanted Minnie Mouse stuff toy and pink clothes with Minnie’s image on it)

We are now counting down the last 20 days before my pregnancy ends and maybe I would have weaned off my reading obsession. Our family will have a new shared interest – indulging and loving and having lots of fun with the baby!