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6 months old

Happy 6 months old, my little princess! 😘


At 6 months old, T is able to:

  1. Sit up with some support, she can sit in high chairs and booster seats now.
  2. Pay attention and give some reaction when I read her bedtime stories.
  3. Attempt to crawl (but can’t yet)
  4. Open her mouth wide with enthusiasm when she sees the spoon coming towards her during mealtimes.
  5. Hold up her arms to be carried.

Thank you my dearest T, for these wonderful 6 months of love. Although I still get annoyed at you sometimes for kicking up a fuss at bedtime and refusing to sleep (because well you know mommy’s seriously sleep deprived with a long backlog of chores to do while you are sleeping), but deep down inside I love you more than you can imagine and wish that I have all the power in the world to just stop time and hold you in my arms.

You know before you were born, I told daddy that you are never going to sleep in our bed because we need our privacy and you need to learn how to sleep in your own bed independently. Lately daddy’s been finding you sound asleep in the middle of our bed sometimes with your legs kicking at him. Well I know you’re not gonna stay tiny forever and sometimes I do like to cuddle you to sleep, hence sometimes my heart does jump for joy when you refuse to sleep in your own bed, and would happily pick you up and put you in our bed, right beside me 🙂 Yes, I’m guilty of spoiling you. But you won’t want to sleep beside me forever, and you won’t want me to carry you in my arms forever. So I’ll savour the moment while I can.


One day you will want to sleep in your own room, and your own bed. And I will feel a deep hole in my heart and a little bit colder in bed without you by my side.

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Transitioning

In a few days time, T will be 6 months old. Sob sob… time really flies so fast. I feel that I haven’t even enjoyed enough of her first 6 months and now she is ready to be all grown up 😦

I’m glad that I have been able to breastfeed her up till now and still able to continue beyond the 6 month mark. At this point I’m still thinking of whether to wean her off breastmilk or continue breastfeeding for a couple more months. Pumping at work is really tiring for me, even though I’m getting used to it. But sometimes I feel that the extra time I take off work to pump could be used to go home an hour earlier to spend with T 🙂

But I’m still holding the thought of continuing our breastfeeding journey as I really cherish those bonding moments with T while nursing her. Indecisive me 🙂

My cheap but trusty Pigeon breastpump that has served me well for the past 3 months ever since I went back to work


Soon she will be ready for solids too, a big milestone! So far she has shown some signs that she is ready to try solid food:

  1. Able to hold her head upright and sit with support
  2. Grabs things and puts them in her mouth
  3. Makes chewing motion and smacks her lips
  4. Stares at people eating

She is not able to sit up without support yet, and she still seems to have the tongue-thrust reflex.

Friends have been “brainwashing” me about baby led weaning, but I think I will go with puree first then only transition into BLW probably after a month or two. I’m a really paranoid parent and I would be really worried about the dangers of choking although it would be most unlikely 😂

I have already thought about what kind of veggies and fruits to feed her, and of course I’m super excited just thinking of preparing her food. I actually love cooking but I rarely have time or energy to do it, so making food for my little sweetheart is the perfect opportunity to do what I enjoy.

Bibs, feeding bowl/masher and feeding spoon all ready 🙂


It would be even more fun once T is older and can eat more variety of solids. I sure am looking forward to cooking/baking all kinds of food, snacks or preparing cute bentos for her. But for now, let’s just take one step at a time so I can slowly appreciate and cherish every moment I have with T before she grows up too fast.

If only cooking for children could be a full time job. Surely it is way better and more fun than looking at javascripts and vbscripts all day. Maybe I should consider babysitting as my next career 🙂

T, please don’t grow up too fast…

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Sharing is caring

One day, Cookie the smelly beagle decided to borrow T’s expensive teether toy while we were all out for dinner…

Oh my, what fun she must have had while we were gone!


It’s okay, Cookie… you can keep it!

I don’t think T would want it anymore with all your drool all over it 😂

Oh the challenges of bringing up T together with a funny beagle who is like a 2yo toddler.

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T’s birth story

Having a baby is no walk in the park. Although it has been almost 6 months since T was born, I thought I’d better write it all down before my memory dies on me one day.

Before baby T was born, I was so confident that she was going to be early, or “on time”. Unfortunately, T had other thoughts – lounging around in mommy’s womb seemed like a better idea. After taking long walks and cleaning the house 3 times with no sign of labour, I couldn’t wait and decided to induce labour at exactly 40 weeks.

Well, bad idea. And T was determined to let me know I should have let her stay much longer.

Cut a long story short, the labour lasted almost 24 hours with the most intense pain happening at around midnight. I have an extremely low tolerance for pain, yet the doc refused to allow epidural until I was dilated (I was 0cm dilated when induced!) so by then I had taken 2 painkiller shots and inhaled more than enough gas to make me pass out anytime. Both were useless at easing any pain at all. Finally, I was allowed epidural, the most heavenly and magical drug in childbirth. I have no words to describe the pain and grief labour can bring, but you know, the magic of epidural makes you forget all of that.

The doc broke the water bag the next morning at 3cm dilation and administered pitocin to kick up the contractions. I was fully dilated by lunch time. The doc came in and asked me to start pushing…. and the whole thing just felt kinda like having that kind of constipated poop that is coming out halfway through your butt hole but just hangs in there halfway and never manages to pop out no matter how hard you push until you feel like your head is about to explode. Hence, I must say the vacuum extractor is another magical invention in childbirth. After an hour of pushing, T was finally vacuum extracted out… and even though I couldn’t feel any pain, the feeling of a watermelon sized T popping right out of me was like the most relieving feeling in the whole world (after having her head stuck down there for an hour!). The funniest moment after T came out was the doc asking my husband if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord…
Doc: Do you want to cut the cord?

Hubs: Yeah, cut it… (obviously not understanding the question)

Doc: Do you want to cut it?

Hubs: Yeah, just cut it.

Me: (losing it) Omg, he means YOU cut the cord!!

Hubs: No no no….you do it!!

Yeah, I have the funniest sweetheart hubby in the world who was probably blur from the lack of sleep. By the time the doc was done stitching me up (I had a 5cm tear! And bad hemorrhoids after all that pushing), I was throwing up all over and felt really bad for throwing up on the poor nurse.

Recovery was a rollercoaster ride for me as well. On the first week I couldn’t pee and had to have my pee drained out at the hospital. Then my hemorrhoids were so bad that I could hardly control my farting and pooping. I couldn’t sit with all that pain as well and had a hard time breastfeeding T. The doc had suggested surgery to remove the hemorrhoids, but no way I was gonna have a surgery on my butt after having a “watermelon” pass through my vagina! 😂 I was in tears worrying about when my bladder was gonna burst from my inability to pee, or how the doc was gonna make me carry a pee bag around. Thank God I didn’t need a pee bag after all, and I managed to finally pee on my own a few days later.

My beloved Cookie saying hello to her little baby human

Giving birth to T is definitely not a smooth sailing journey for me, it was also rough on T’s poor daddy as well. Even though we managed to check in to a single room ward, there was no extra bed for him to spend the night, only a narrow uncomfortable sofa with no blankets. He did not sleep well for the 2 nights we were at the hospital… and with T back at home, well nobody got any sleep! 😂 So, fathers make a lot of sacrifices too to watch their child come into this world. I hope T will grow up to appreciate and love her dad for all that he has done for her.

Being a mom definitely made me appreciate my mom even more. I remembered the time I left home to pursue my tertiary education some hundreds of miles away from home, and I saw my mom wiping her tears at the airport watching me leave. Maybe at that time I was feeling excited and couldn’t wait to leave home for the first time, but many years later I now understood how my mom felt at that moment when her little girl finally left the nest. I know that one day I will go through it as well, and I sure hope that moment will not come so soon. As my mom had said to me… the hardest part of being a mom is when you have to cut off the second and final umbilical cord, when your child is finally ready to leave the nest.

I am dreading the day when T is finally all grown up and ready to leave our nest and fly… but eventually she will. And until then, I shall make the most of every moment I have with her, cherish every memory I have with her, and love her the best I can. Sometimes, I still shed tears when I think of how she will leave me one day, but I know I need to keep reminding myself that she will eventually have her own life and her own happiness. I just pray that she will find happiness and the right path in her life. I will always be here for her whenever she needs me, I promise her that. And she will always be my dear little baby.

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Cherish every moment

My dear baby T,

Tonight as I held you in my arms and watched you sleep so peacefully, a tear rolled down my cheek as my emotions bubbled up inside me. Remember before you were 2 months old, how you constantly cried for hours and I just held onto you not knowing what to do. And how you always fell asleep on my chest after all those episodes of crying and screaming. You eventually outgrew all the crying and screaming, but you also outgrew sleeping on my chest, which I missed so much.

And then there were days when you refused to sleep unless you were cradled in my arms, and I couldn’t put you down lest you would scream and cry the whole house down. Those days, I felt so angry and frustrated from the lack of sleep and not being able to do anything else. You soon outgrew that too, but then I started to miss holding you in my arms while you sleep 😢

Soon, you will learn to sit up, and crawl, and walk, and run. And you wouldn’t want to fall asleep in my arms anymore. I feel so emotional thinking of when it will be the last time I held you to sleep, kissed you to sleep, nursed you to sleep and held you close to my heart. With each new step you take as you grow up, there will also be my last times with you. For all these times we share, you might not remember it when you grow up. But I will always cherish them in my memory and in my heart. And for all the last times that I have to hold you, nurse you, feed you, kiss you and all… I will shed a tear when the moment comes for you to outgrow them. But I know you have to, for the sake of growing up. And I will miss those moments so dearly.

My dear baby T, I love you more than anything in the world. You are my world. Maybe some will say I spoil you, but from this moment on, I don’t want to have any regrets. I already have regrets from not doing enough for the past 5 months. I will hold you as much as I can, let you sleep in my arms for as long as you want, and everything else can wait while I watch you sleep, or make you laugh, or make you feel loved. Because I only have one chance of watching you grow up and you grow up way too fast. Soon you will leave our nest and spread your wings and fly.

You are God’s precious gift to me, my little miracle. However, I know that you are not mine to keep, as children are borrowed from God. Your time is loaned to us to be raised up to be independent and strong enough to fly on your own. Until then, I will try my best to make the most of this borrowed time we have together, and cherish every moment with you in my heart.

The days are long but the years are short.

Love, Mom.