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Sleep Laughing Baby

Sleep Laughing Baby

I’m waiting for my little time bomb to wake up anytime for his milk feed before I can ko.

He just laughed in his sleep!! I wonder what can make a little baby who is 3 months old laugh in his sleep?

Do babies start dreaming at such a young age? Milk, perhaps. =.=”

Anyway it’s ultimate sweetness to see him smile and laugh. Just can’t resist documenting this. It’s a pity that it’s too dark and unpredictable to take a photo of it.

But, yes, another little joy in life after a tiring day. No wonder we celebrate Mother’s Day!!!! Motherly duties for life…. Still can’t believe that I’ve signed up for life duties. Haiz…

Armpit Baby

Armpit Baby

My darling armpit baby. It’s strange that they like to snuggle into my armpit when they sleep. 宝贝 was like that. Now it’s 小小宝贝’s turn. Maybe they feel especially snug and secure in that position. She doesn’t do it now. She still loves to lie beside me though.

Although I was feeling the ache from being in the same position for such a long time, but the peaceful look on his serene sleeping face. Only at this age. Only with this look. When the sleepy head wakes up, he will blink his eyes a few times and break into an earnest, loving smile when he sees me. I’m just waiting for that moment. 🙂 for the one babyish, innocent, loving smile. *melt* Live for the moment…

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The Sweetest Kind of Dilemma

The Sweetest Kind of Dilemma

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There he is. Cradled in my arm, snuggled against me, catching his 40 winks.

Should I put him down in the cot and risk him waking up then start the whole tedious sleeping procedure again or just let him be. Continue blogging with one hand.

Dilemma dilemma. I can just hear voices in my head (jialat arh! I’m starting to hear voices in my head…).

Voice A : Better put him down in his cot arh. You spoil him like that, next time you forever carry him to sleep meh??

Voice B : But what if he wakes up?? Going through the process. Very Siong you know!!

Voice A : if you put him down you can pump your milk. Your milk supply is so low. How to go back to work like that?? Every time you pump out 70 ml he drinks 90 ml. Like that sure *gg! (Gg stands for good game. Internet gaming jargon. That means game over. )

Voice B : But but he’s sleeping so sweetly.

(The culprit was making cute mewing sounds in his dream. Awwww…)

Voice A : but what but?! You still have loads of emails to reply and clients to call!

Voice B : He’s only a baby once in his life. He will grow too big to fit in this sleeping position very soon. I wouldn’t be able to cradle him like that anymore. See his long eyelashes?? So cute!!!

Voice A : if you get shoulder cramps and whatever arm cramps, don’t come and complain to me arh!

Voice B thinks to itself, “so grouchy early in the morning.”

(Win lor! Now my voice in my head has another voice in its head. This can go on and on…)

Meanwhile inertia has set in.

Voice B : ok ok. I’ll put him down in at 11am.

(We started the debate at 10am. It’s now 1030am).

Voice A : then he will want to drink and then sleep and here we go again….

That’s how I spend my morning. Cradling my baby and talking to myself. Hah!

3am Blues

3am Blues

The woes of a sleep deprived mom at 3am.

Just as you celebrate the moment of liberation, when the baby has fallen asleep. As you lower him gingerly onto his cot, to the horrors of horrors, he gives a sudden hiccup.

*%!$@!!!><#@&!!

The light at the end of the tunnel extinguishes.

No wonder there's such a thing called post natal depression.