1st Festive Occasion!

Just a week left of 2011 and my little man turns 3 months 1 weeks tomorrow! 

He's changed so much. He's way bigger now and a real chatterbox! 

Clothes don't fit no more and unlike how things were, he wakes up with a smile now. 

So Christmas Eve, was not only an important day cause it was the eve of Christmas but it was also my mum's wedding party! It was lovely! Only family and friends were invited. It was a small but very cozy event. The party was held at Singapore Recreation Club, it was decorated in the most lovely way. I did the center pieces, its simple but I like it. The rain was horrifying! God! But the staff pulled through and helped us greatly. My mum looked absolutely divine in her pretty white dress, and she also looked extremely happy. Without any question, Michael stole the show in his little way. Everyone was dying to hold him, someone even fed him and let him snooze on her.

And then after, little Michael got his tonne of presents to rip open! Okay I did that, and I was actually so bloody excited to do that. So this was his first Christmas and I was so much more excited than he was, well of course, being his age. But I was so excited to just let him have a first anything! I was a little sad cause his daddy couldn't be with us, I mean this is the holiday of family and love, I was sad that Michael couldn't be with his daddy during that time. 

Well Mum and Dave, I wish you both all the happiness in the world. Forget drama and tension, let's forgive and forget because we're all not getting any younger. Let's not let the past happenings bring us down so terribly and determine the future. Let the future have its chance to shine. Believe. 

Just a little peek at what my little munchkin looks like now that he's sucha big boy! 

Gosh, look at that killer smile. He charms. He charms even Me. <3

Goo Goo Ga Ga

So my previous post mentioned how I was definitely going out of my mind with Michael's crankiness and my darling friend ever so sweetly posted this video on my wall on facebook. (Thanks love!)

Although I already know the different cries of Michael, but I must admit, I know the cries once it becomes the hysterical crying. But the lady in this video is so darn smart, that she actually memorizes the different sounds baby make pre-cry. Now how interesting is that? I mean who actually thought of hearing that instead?

Like I said, although I already know his different cries, I gave this a shot. That very night, I tried hearing out for the different sounds he would make before he goes out of his mind and IT'S REAL! It is really amazing! I'm not saying Mikey isn't cranky anymore, far from it. I mean, I always knew what his problem was. He just wanted to be carried, that's all. But the other cries, I knew them.

But its the darn wanting to be carried all the time that's the bleedin problem! I mean come on. That's sidetracking.

Anyway, as I was saying, this video is really amazing. If you haven't seen it, you should.

And to the new mothers, I really thought I was the only one who felt like I wanted to strangle Mikey sometimes but I realised, I'm definitely not alone. If you need help, don't ever feel like you can't ask for it. Asking for help actually makes you less of a coward than when you don't. There's never a need to prove anything when it comes to going through those sleepless nights.

Crankypants

Ohmygod.

Michael is so cranky nowadays.
I think he believes he's a big boy now.
He refuses to sleep many times but he's exhausted so what do we have? Exactly. A damn cranky baby!
And he takes super long just to settle and calm down.

Showers usually do the trick, plus he falls asleep after.
But I can't possibly shower him 3 times a day!

So it comes down to trying to pacify him to sleep but he only wants to be carried.
Oh but it doesn't stop there, no sir.
The person carrying, has to stand and walk and bounce him.
Try sitting, you see the sad smiley face in a second.

Also, he doesn't slowly get hungry and shows signs like hey, I'm gonna cry soon.
Nope, its 1 second sleeping, next second screaming for milk.
So yes, obviously he has to wait for a bit and does he like it?
NO! So what do we have now? Exactly. A damn cranky baby!
Even when the milk comes, he continues crying. Its like hey, you made me wait. Now, I'mma make you pull your hair out.

My my. And can you imagine if its freakin at night? No, you wouldn't want to.
The first month was nothing man. Nothing. Easy Peasy Lemon Squeezy.
But now, he's coming 3 months in a few days and its safe to say that I am exhausted.

Sigh. Michael either reverse and go back to being tiny. Or hurry get to the stage where toys will humour you.
Mummy is losing hair baby. Losing hair!

Skinny Dipping

In the beginning, it was the hardest thing trying to get him to shower.

Thank God babies only need showering like every few days.

I made it a point to give him a good wash every alternate day.

They say babies always always smell good? um.. yea sure.

So I started off by washing him with just a cloth and water and he would wail to the heavens!

And after a little bit, did I let him try out in the tub.

Again, wail to the heavens!

It was so sad, like he would trying jumping out of the tub.

I'm tryna hold him and catch him.

I swear I thought I was doing something wrong.

Especially when my mum said don't worry, let me show you how its done okay.

I thought I was really doing it wrongly.

But hey! He wailed when she washed him too.

Then it dawned on me that babies need to get used to it.

I didn't understand why especially since babies are in water when in the tummy.

Oh well.

Now he loves bath time. It isn't shown in his face but he loves it.

 

And this is his face when he noticed paparazzi in the shower. Not happy. 

And this is how the little angel looks after a shower. 

My heart melts. 

♥

The other day, I saw the cutest thing. I love that he's focusing so much better now and staying awake for a much longer time. After having changed him, I sat him on the changing area and he noticed his reflection. But of course, he didn't know it was his reflection. He prolly thought it was another boy that looked a whole lot like him and his reactions were priceless. How I managed to snap everything, I have no idea. 

He sees this other cute boy, wearing the same clothes and looking a lot like him, in the mirror. He gives him a long ass stare. Tried to stare him down. 

Decided to test to see if he would do what he did. He touches his nose and hey, cute boy touches it too!

Haha, how silly! You touched your nose too! 

Okay, its not so funny no more. You didn't need to laugh too yo.

Little Temptations.

So I recently saw these cute little baby accessories from Armani Junior and I fell in love. Its not exactly filled with little cartoons or whatever, in fact its really plain but it looks so simple and I love it.

Fought really hard with myself, I really nearly bought it but I refrained. Mikey's still too young anyways so when the time comes, I shall hunt for them again. 

Isn't it just the cutest thing? Its an Armani Junior Sippy Cup and Pacifier.
The pacifier comes with the cutest case as well.

Marked.

I was under 60kg before I was pregnant.
I gave birth at a grand 82kg.

Just when I thought I had never touched 65kg, I was 72kg.
Then, when I thought I had never touched 70kg, I was 82kg.
That's some massive weight gain.

I managed to drop 10kg, two weeks after giving birth.
And 12kg after three weeks of giving birth.
But its plenty to lose.
So yes, I still feel insecurely wide.

And of course with this weight gain, my body would definitely have been tortured.
So like majority of mothers, I have stretch marks.
Yes, I do. No big surprise there.
But I am far from being insecure about the stretch marks.
I'm basically only insecure about the weight. Oh Lord, how to lose em all?!
But the marks, not at all.
These marks just reminds me of what I created.
They just remind me that I carried him lovingly for 9 months and kept him safe.
They also remind me of all the kicking and punching I took from him.

So yes, these marks most likely will stay with me for a much longer time that I would love to think but, it all goes away when I see him. It all goes away when he snuggles against me or gives me the most adorable toothless grin!
To him, I'm a superstar.
To him, I look beautiful without even trying.
To him, I'm his place of comfort, his person of security.
To him, I'm perfect.

So marks, schmarks.I was this little rascal's home for a very long time.
He makes me happy.

But seriously, weight, you gots to go man!

Baby's All Grown Up

So evidently my baby isn't all grown up.
Well, he does turn 2 months old today!

But this post is for my dearest friend, Priscilla.
On Saturday, 19th Novemeber, she got married.
Yupp, you heard right, she got married.

After the drama that happened the night of the Bachelorette Party, everything went through.
She's married now. I hope she tries for a baby real soon! Haha.

So her wedding took place at Church of Our Lady Queen of Peace and it was lovely!
I was Maid of Honour! Hell yea I was.
I tried my hardest to help with the planning and whatnot for the wedding but of course, I wasn't the biggest help ever cause I was pregnant. That's a terrible excuse I know but I actually didn't know I was the Maid of Honour! So sweet of her, she thought she would be imposing by asking me to be Maid of Honour. Le Sigh.
But eventually, after it came to light, I helped where I could.

Finally the day comes and it was lovely walking in front of her.Okay, that doesn't sound so great but really it was also fun being the ones that saved the day in the beginning by tying all the flowers cause nothing was done. NOTHING! Had I known, I would have gone 2 hours earlier but instead, me and my mum ended up running around, in heels and a heavy dress and making sure the baby was being good. A lot.
Helping her with the bouquet, helping her with her veil, being the one that sits beside her. Technically her hubby sits beside her but I sat close enough. Held back the tears during the exchanging of rings. It helped that they fumbled with the words a little.

And after that, the dinner was a massive turn out! 500 people. Gosh. And it was a Bollywood themed wedding dinner! I just wore a red dress. Shall post pictures once they come out. It was fun, seeing so many SAC girls. Like wow! Everyone looks different! I guess I got the biggest difference, a baby.

Ended up leaving a little earlier than expected due to some reasons and also Mikey was a little cranky. Poor boy. Too much Bollywood for him to handle I think.

Well, Priscilla love, I wish you all the best from here on out. Its a new chapter in your life, I hope its a colourful one, with lots of love and laughter. This is what you've been waiting for! All you've been rambling on since years ago and all your planning and all your gushing, its happened. FINALLY! I hope you don't think that you can't talk to me anymore. You can definitely call me anytime darling and although you now live on the other side of Singapore, I will still come running! Baby in tow. I love you plenty honeybunch!

Mr M's many faces.

All taken in a span of five minutes.

Oh how much I love my little man.

Bachelorette Party!

So my bestest friend is getting hitched this Saturday!
I'm excited, really. I feel like she's been waiting for this for a very long time.
And she deserves nothing but the best.

Well as the title suggests, we had a bachelorette party for the precious lady!
It was so difficult cause I have not left Mikey's side for a few hours let alone one night.
So it was a little difficult. I had the baby on my mind majority of the time.
I knew he was in very good hands, mummy babysat for the night, but le sigh.
I missed him greatly.

We still managed to have a ball of a time.
We kicked it off with some drinks at my place, I didn't drink any.
And then Avalon at Marina Bay Sands.
The place is lovely! LOVELY!
But I am only a fan of Hip Hop and RnB music so I just could not get my feet moving to the beat.
Also, it was harder cause I stayed away from heels for the longest I have ever stayed away from heels, which was a grand total of 6 months! Gosh. So the high-ness was like wow. I suddenly had a fear of heights.

So many close friends of the Bride to be weren't in Singapore, many were abroad or having exams and what not. But everyone was telling me to get her completely sloshed.
I tried my best everyone, I tried my best.
I "Waterfall-ed" her.
I "Shot" her.
I "Vodka-ed" her.
But at the end of the night, the drama woke her up immediately. Douche.

Anyways, Priscilla darling, I really hope you had a fantastic time. It could have been better, I agree but it was hard to plan cause I was pregnant. But I still do hope you had a good time. It was nice seeing you let loose and relax especially after all the stress you're going through planning a wedding.

ps: Give me back my camera. -_-

Stolen Touches

Just recently I posted about people glancing at Mikey which I honestly had a problem with but now, (I literally have to calm myself while typing this) not only do I need to deal with the glances, I had two random people touching his cheeks!

Breathe Tanya breathe.
I mean come on people PLEASE!
It  happened once while I was discussing something with my uncle and we were standing in a forever crowded Tampines Mall, and BOOM! Some imbecile of a lady randomly walks by with her other friends and gawks, shouts how cute he was a then I saw it, a finger, on his cheek.

And then I felt it, my blood boiling.
Some mad stare did she get.
Some quick walk she adapted immediately as well.

To my horror, it happened again yesterday. At an eating place.
Lord above. Some man walks past, says oh wow he's awake now and I saw it again, the finger approach.
I'll stick my finger in your damn eye I tell you.
From then, every time he walked past, I stared.
And also, what do you mean by he's awake now, exactly how long were you staring?!

I need a stress ball every time I go out with the little one because really, I've shouted at quite a few during my pregnancy and post pregnancy, and I am trying to remain calm.

My son needs Security!
Talking about Security, here's a cute picture which I posted on Facebook.
It is by far, one of my favourite pictures from the millions I've got of him. <3

Our 11.11.11

The new mall behind the Singapore Expo is great!

ChangiCity Point its called. It isn't officially opened yet but we took a stroll there after checking out the Parenthood fair.

Its basically our outlet mall. Everything's a steal here! Bought a tonna stuff at Esprit and it was just a little over a hundred!

Also, mums are gonna love this place cause the Nursing Rooms are bloody gorgeous and well equipped. It has a water cooler in there, with hot water. Hallelujah, someone smart. Being a new mum, bathrooms and nursing rooms are so important. Nasty bathrooms used to repulse me so badly before and even more so now. If it smells bad, it most probably is bad. It won't be clean enough for a baby.

There's even some play area, right on the top, wet and dry playing!
Location's quite a bitch though but easy cause its nearby for us.

We bought these itty bitty shoes for Baby Michael too.
Everyone left with a little something something! :)

Most recent shot of my little man and I. <3

Glances.

I don't know if I'm odd but I have a problem with people staring at Baby Michael.
I mean seriously though. Why.
Okay, maybe I should rephrase myself.
I have a problem with groups of people that stare and comment amongst themselves.
Look, if you have a comment, which most of time people do, just tell me.
Every single bleedin time we head out, there's a minimum of 5 people that pass a "OMG So cute!" comment.
Which is fine, if its said to me.
But don't open your eyes wide, smile at yourself and go tell your boyfriend/friend/mother "OMG look at that baby, so cute."
Seriously, I am right here. I can hear you.
Regardless if its a good comment, I feel if you have something to say, say it to me.

And please stop the staring.
To save your life stop the staring please.

But if you have a lovely comment, please do come and say it.
Mention it, start a conversation, I don't care.
But discuss/comment amongst your friends, please.
I think its rude.

Laughter

His laughter is contagious!

When he decides to stop frowning and give a killer smile and some funny snorting laughter.

I'm so proud of him. 

He can roll over by himself. 

He does silly things like move my hand with his hand to make sure he's getting milk.

He crosses his eyes and makes silly faces that cracks me up.

Also, he recently had his 2nd dose of Hep B jab and he took it like a man!

And he didn't even get a fever at night.

Big Boy!

Trick-or-Treat!

 

November Ends.

My little baby is 38 days old as of today! :)
He's starting to be a fussy pot,
Demanding fussy pot.
When he wants his milk,
He wants his milk pronto!

His personality and character is slowly shining through.
His facial expressions are priceless.
His facial features are slowly changing.

p.s: I've lost 12kg since 2 weeks ago! impressive if i do say so myself.
p.p.s: I'm exhausted.

Happy Sunday!

The In Betweens.

36 weeks, he showed no signs of coming. 

37 weeks, i was induced. 

Induced on the 21st at 11am.

Water bag breaks at 3:35am on the 22nd.

Munchkin arrives 1:21pm on the 22nd. 

The In Betweens?

Brace yourselves.

It goes from nothing happening.

To funny cramp like feelings.

To more massive cramps.

To sudden realisation that they were contractions (idiot, i know i know).

To trying to walk it off (it apparently helps with the contractions).

To listening to my ipod religiously.

To getting religious and praying the rosary a good few times.

To being wheeled down to the delivery suite (still thinking i could walk about whenever i wished).

To being strapped in to hear the baby's heartbeat (dammit! bedridden. bad move).

To waiting.

To getting high on laughing gas.

To still feeling pain.

To getting jabbed in the thigh.

To getting bored and still feeling pain.

To trying to locate Jesus with my rosary so i could beg him to sit beside me to curse my partner together.

To feeling a pop in my tummy.

To freaking out thinking i peed myself.

To thinking, "what on earth did i drink that i am peeing this much."

To getting the nurse to say, "wow that's a lot of water" (camel much?).

To getting the epidural.

To finding such relief knowing i controlled the epidural.

To more waiting.

And more waiting.

To snoozing.

To waking and waiting.

To trying to comprehend all the different things i had to do just to push.

To trying to do whatever i thought i had comprehended.

To pushing and felt no difference whatsoever.

To asking the doctor, "Seriously, is anything even bloody happening?"

To getting snipped.

To finally having a baby tumble out.

To tearing when i saw him.

To being stitched.

To having so many questions being asked.

To being so damn distracted looking at my son.

So yes. 

All that happened between being induced to actually popping.

It suddenly made perfect sense when ladies said they were in labour for hours.

Yupp. It was hours.

37 Weeks. Before&After.

The last time I partied was literally on New Years' this year.

Yupp, that long ago.

Then, I found out I was pregnant.

After all the snapping and whining, meltdowns and grumpiness,

It all made perfect sense when I saw two lines on the pee-stick.

My first three months was exactly as everyone describes the first three months.

I literally lived in the bathroom.

Everything I ate, out it came.

Everything I drank, out it came.

I survived on a teaspoon of Nutella every morning for breakfast.

And coke. Tonnes and tonnes of coke.

Then came a false alarm of a miscarriage.

Off to the hospital we ran.

Mad pounding of the heart.

But there he was, swimming like nothing was happening.

And i swear i saw him wave.

He was active already. real active.

I didn't even spot a hint of belly, which made me wonder really.

Like what on earth is going on.

But hey, about 5 to 6 months in, i saw it.

Yupp i saw a flat-no-more belly.

There he was again.

This time, showing himself through me.

The appetite was back.

The tiredness was new.

The back aches were dreadful.

The swelling feet was embarrassing.

The big boobs were attention seeking.

The grumpiness was prominent.

The tight clothes were not sexy.

The massive pain when i sneezed and i thought i broke a rib, was horrid.

He was changing me and my body in whatever way suited him.

Then i realised, it was his way or the highway, here on out.

2011's surprise!

So this is it. The blog I've started after having my little munchkin.

As the title suggests, he was an unplanned joy.

This year was filled with tears and laughter, hugs and fights and tonnes and tonnes of drama.

On 22nd of September, little Michael was born.

All, 2.77kg of him came tumbling out, wailing and screaming.

Its the 25th of October today, and he's a month and three days old.

Looking back, it was literally yesterday that I was big and uncomfortable, ever ready for myself to pop.

And it was yesterday's yesterday when I first noticed my swelling feet, where my shoes don't fit.

It wasn't too long ago, I noticed my first signs of a bump.

I can still taste the horrors of my morning sickness during my first three months.

And I can definitely still remember my own facial expression when I found out I was expecting.

Its gonna be a bumpy ride with lots of milk, diapers, puke and poop.

But I'm all prepared and excited for the new memories.

This is far from how I used to be, many things have changed.

I welcome this big change with diaper bag and camera in hand to capture every moment along this journey.

Momma-Hood welcomes you, Tanya Beins.

Momma-Hood welcomes you.