finally brought zy for swimming!

promised him alot of times but always postpone due to rain or "busy-ness".

& zy was soooooo excited yesterday, frantically kicking his legs and waving his hands when we told him we were bringing him for swimming! He seemed to know what we were telling him!

Well the thing is, he was not scared of water at all even when he splashed water into his eyes and mouth. What a dare-devil! Argh!

Sometimes I wonder what is life all about. About chasing after dreams? money? work? I really don't know. All I know now is that I want to be happy. And zy has taught me about simple happiness of life. Sometimes, his silly actions and contagious laughter really made me smile the whole day. By watching him grow up being healthy and cheerful, I feel contented. True contentment from within.

& from zy, I learnt to be grateful to what I have now. A supportive family and a loving husband. I used to always lament about quitting my job and giving up my career for zy. I envy my friends who work, have a more interesting social life and earn big bucks. But the fact is I did not realise that I am actually the envy of my friends, who yearn for a stable life and a happy family.

There is never "enough" in our lives. I realised the more we desire for something, the more we don't get it and the more frustrated we get. What for make ourselves miserable? Life is already too short for us to enjoy.

To treasure and make the fullest out of what you have is all we can do.





After what happened yesterday, I am even more certain of my decision to be a SAHM until zy goes to childcare.

zy was all well and happy before noon till he took his nap. & when he woke up, he looked at me and was somehow, signalling me that he needed me. I thought he wanted milk so I warmed a packet of my expressed milk, meanwhile, playing with him with a puppet to distract him.

But I sensed something was wrong.

His lips were turning purple, as well as his hands and legs. Maybe he is cold and hungry, I thought. So I carried him up and tried feeding him. He rejected drinking and started to whimper and weep, looking at me with his pitiful eyes.

I knew it. He was not feeling well.

So I quickly checked his temperature. Gosh, 38,4oC. Tempted to give him infant panadol immediately, my mind and heart told me to just head for the clinic or hospital.

Everything happened so fast. In just 5 min, we were in a cab heading to Mount Alvernia hospital.

zy was shivering and silent. In a daze. I hugged him real close and kept my spirits high by singing and talking to him.

I must stay calm to make him feel less afraid and more secured.

When we reached the hospital, his temperature rose to 39.9oC. The doctor had to give a shot to bring down his temperature.

zy was in a daze all the while.

Within my heart, I was crying. But I could not show it.

I just continued carrying, singing and talking to him to keep him sane.

I was hoping that the fever will not burn his brain.

Fortunately, thank god, everything is ok now. The moment the temperature decreased to 38+oC, he resumed his cheeky self again.

That's my boy.

If I was not at home, I cannot imagine how things will turn out.

My decisiveness and focus were finally put into good use. Being in control of what I am doing and how things are happening, I feel calm and confident that zy will be alright with me around.

& zy needed me.

When we finally got home, I felt instant relieved and tired. & an urge to cry.

Thank god.

How can we not love him more everyday?*

Can you believe it, i actually brought zy out by myself (with maid of course) today!
For so long, I never dared to bring zy out without jw coz I'm scared that I cannot handle zy alone. Well, kids are hard to predict. You never know when he will throw tantrum or if accidents will happen (Touch wood!) due to my clumsiness.

Anyway.

To satisfy zy's curiosity and taking a break from the usual home activities that we do together(there's nothing much anyway), I decided that it's time for US to be independent. Cabs are available everywhere and moreover, I have a capable helper with me. SO Why not?

& to my amazement, zy was a good boy! He was so happy to go out that he really "listened" to me when I told him that he must behave. Oh well, he busied himself looking around while I shopped and was babbling his baby language along the way.

& you know wat, zy is a lady-killer. I mean, real lady killer, especially aunties. Almost everywhere I go, aunties will smile and talk to him and he will reciprocate by smiling ever so sweetly. So cute that aunties kept praising him and asking me about his age and blah blah blah.

I become the entertainer.

Guess he will inherit his papa's trait of "sweet mouth"! Argh!

--> look at his cheeky face!!


happy sunday at vivocity!

zy loves to go out nowadays. I mean "loves", not just likes. Oh well, he gets really excited looking at people everywhere busying. He would smile sweetly to people talking to him, especially ladies! Well well, we are not sure if we should be happy or worried. zy may grow up to be a lady charmer...hahahahahaah.

Now zy starts to strike conversations with us. Sometimes while we are chatting, he will join in our little chat with his "babbling" and "rattling". So cute! He wants to be involved in everything we do, be it sitting at the table with us while we have dinner or watching tv. Well, he also loves to be the supervisor of our maid! Argh!

I'm feeling good!=P

zy had his 3rd jab yesterday and is running a fever now.