Half Year

The Night Before

I couldn't sleep.  I looked at you; you were sleeping right beside me, and even if the only source of light was from the outside window, I could clearly see your beautiful face.  You looked so peaceful, and your cheeks were just so plump I was tempted to squeeze them.  I kissed you instead.  I cried after that because I could not believe it's been 6 months since you were born.  I thought to myself, it was too fast, and I just wanted you to stay a baby - MY baby - forever.  I thought about all the milestones you have reached and are going to achieve - and I was very excited, but that meant you were growing up.

Want VS Obligated

I washed Souki's cloth diapers, clothes, and beddings yesterday; today, they were still hanging out to dry.  The weather was rather fickle today - it was sunny but raining; and when it started to drizzle, I ran out to make sure I got all the clothes, since I didn't want them getting wet again (plus, they won't smell fresh anymore if they got rained on).  Little did I know, hubby decided to gather everything himself.  He asked me if they still needed to be ironed.  For the both of us, it has been common practice to just fold our clothes neatly after they've dried; it was easier, considering we don't have hired help, and our clothes smelled just as nice as if they were ironed.  But knowing these fabrics will be touching our baby's delicate skin (hehe), I told him they still need to be ironed; so, I got all the clothes from him and decided to store them in a box near the laundry area until our cleaning lady (who comes in three times a week) comes back and just ask her to iron them.

As I was stacking the clothes neatly, and almost on their way into the box, I was like, "These are just a few pieces, I think I can iron them myself."  And iron I did.

Mom: I wonder when Jig (cleaning lady) will be coming back this week.

Me: I think I'll iron these myself.  If I wait for her, the clothes would be stored for too long in the box.  Yup, I'll do this myself. *plugs in the iron*

Mom: Do you know what you're doing?

Me: Yup, this is no biggie.  This is practically easy! *starts ironing*

...a few seconds later

Me: Mom, I don't think I know how (LOL). *still continues to iron*

Mom: Just don't iron the garter area.

Me: Okay.

I think I finished in 30 minutes with an aching back.

Getting Mummyfied

I always thought how I gave birth was pretty epic.  It was for me, and it's something I'd always like to remember; it's a story I just love telling to anybody who's curious about giving birth or getting pregnant, how it all feels.

I've been told that once you've been anaesthetised, you're bound to forget things, so this is my way of immortalising giving birth to my baby Souki.

Newbie

It's been awhile since I last let my creative juices flowing.  I used to blog at my Multiply site, but eventually stopped writing because I got too busy with work.

So, here I am, trying to get my writing groove back on.  I've been having lots of random thoughts about being a mom, feeling like a new woman, since I gave birth.  So many ideas but never really wrote them down, unless they were rants that I needed to get off my chest - hence the Facebook status updates.

I'm really hoping this is something I could continue in the months or years to come. Ehrrm...there. :D