joyeux anniversaire 7, mon bebe

before we looked like parents

before we looked like parents, not that we look bad like parents now okay. We just look fatherly and motherly (okok, which means more weight put on lar.)

The addition of Sarah into our family 5 days earlier, coupled with a few crazy dreams, and some errant hormones, has gotten me into a pensive mood for our anniversary this year. I had been wanting to write an entry about our anniversary. But wasn’t too sure how to go about it without being repetitive.

A WhatsApp chat with a friend over the weekend got me thinking about how hooking up with Donald had been a huge gamble and how it paid off.

Did you love Donald when you  dated him?”  No, I replied. But I liked him enough to think really hard about hooking up with him. We had somewhat differing views about religion, I was going back to SG whilst he remained in AUS, and we had not gotten to know each other for a really long time.

We dated for more than 6 months before I told him that  ‘I more than like you’  haha. Not so serious like love, but more serious than like.

Sarah’s arrival 4 weeks earlier than expected, has truly showed me what he is capable of as a husband to me and as a father to my children. On the morning of labour, he had just casually said, ‘I need to step up even more, for the boys and you.’ And then he started nagging me to pack my hospital bag. Hahahaha. WTH.

The evening before, I was feeling horribly sick. I couldn’t finish cooking dinner and went to lie down. It got worse when nothing would come up, and I felt bad enough to feel that I couldn’t even breathe properly. Fortunately, his major meeting had ended in the morning and I told him that he needed to be home. He finished his work as quickly as possible and came home immediately. It was the type of emotional support and assurance that he gave when I got sick. I do actually feel bad when I have to tell him to come home to take over when I get sick. It meant extra responsibilities on him, on top of work. So..gotta try not to fall sick that often lor.

So back to delivery day. He had the morning off, I had to go for a meeting. Obviously the meeting never happened cos shortly after I got off the floor from searching for my pump parts and sorting out the milk bottles….my waterbag leaked. Uh oh. And he went into kancheong mode, bag not packed! And I had orders for the weekend.

Great. Priorities. Complete orders (me), he will pack the bag for Sarah and will try what to pack what he can for me. He then decides the schedule for the rest of the day cos he needs to sort the boys out, collect stuff, hand the boys over to the in-laws, then come and meet me, if I was to be admitted. haha It was a HUGE if. We were joking that it was just a false alarm. I mean, waterbag leaking only leh. Time check, 9am.

By the time I left the house, it was about 10.40am. Grabbed a cab and went on my way.  We kept each other updated. One hour later, it was confirmed that I was to be admitted and to deliver Sarah the same day. Some of the mummies I got to know in a group chat thought it was crazy that I was doing all this alone at the moment. Donald joined me later at 6pm, 4 hours before the arrival of Sarah.

post delivery selfie

post delivery selfie

Was it crazy for me to be by myself most of the time? No. I would rather him be able to complete what he was doing, sort out the kids properly before coming to me with a peace of mind. And like each pregnancy, I marvel at how he knows what I want to know at each stage of the labour process. He keeps me updated with enough information to persevere through the next stage of labouring. He quickly takes a photo of baby so that I can see how she looks like whilst they clean her up (yes I am THAT kancheong!). He tells me how bad my stitches are gonna be. Hahaha. And how he rushes off after making sure I am fine after delivery, to grab my favourite curry rice from Jalan Besar.

To this man whom I’ve been together for 11 years,

– I ended up having Macs post delivery cos the curry rice shop was closed for Mid-Autumn;
– You went home to sleep on the huuuuge comfy bed that you have missed sleeping on for the past year or so, to co-sleep with the boys on a single bed so that I could rest well;
– You went back to regular parenting duties despite having slept for 5 hours and then stayed home with the boys the following night;
– You then made sure everything was prepped and ready for both Sarah and I for when we came home, including adjusting the water pressure on the bidet in the toilet just in case it would be too strong for my stitches;
– You did copious amounts of laundry just to make sure we had extras;
– You were at my beck and call for everything, you made sure you could attend to me as much as quickly as possible, cos my water retention has hit epic trotters level;
– You told me you felt bad that I was doing the cooking and you weren’t able to cook me my favourite foods but you understood why I had to do it;
– You understood my need to have this week together as a family, just the five of us; AND
 – You told your son that the best thing that ever happened to you was to marry me, and then having the kids as your children.

This huge gamble I took? It paid off big time and I am still reaping in the payoffs.

And I hope you know how much it means to have you in my life. Happy wedding anniversary, and yes, I’m very sure Sarah is the last kid. You can officially relax now.



Category: Love, Special

the ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend

last week, it happened. the ex-boyfriend got himself a new girlfriend.

I mean, he is my ex-boyfriend. Why should I care whether he got a new girlfriend or not right? Fortunately or unfortunately, I was involved in it. I was the one who hooked them up together.

And I had to take photos of his new girlfriend when I met her too! Like WTH. My ex sure got zero EQ. AND she is underaged. Here, let me show you her photo.

under-18, better cover eyes

under-18, better cover eyes


Yup. This little girl decided to make her entry into the world on Mid-Autumn’s day. I had the most relaxed delivery ever (hello, 3rd kid, should be okay right?) and my ex-boyfriend, now husband (haha), left the delivery room stress-free and looking forward to spending time with the little one!

Say hello to Sarah Ting. #itsagirlyting

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life as it is

It’s been a while since I did a #mondaymusing. The blog has been a little quiet for the past 2 weeks. In between recovering from an event, to the boys being sick one after another, to waddling around the house at 36 weeks now, to what was happening around the world.

I didn’t know what to write or how to even begin. My thoughts are scattered and I was living in the now, not much mental capacity to reminisce or think about the way things are.

I’ve been a little on tenterhooks the past week as well. Quentin was born at 34w in 2014. I was monitoring movements, Braxton Hicks and how I was feeling in general. I took it easy too. We definitely didn’t want a repeat of a 34w baby, though I had a feeling that she would be a good size. Hahaha..this momma hasn’t been watching her diet obviously. All the weight is going to the baby, seriously. Each check up tells me so. Been also feeling so disabled by the pregnancy. I am used to being on top of my chores and workload. But with the bump in the way, I have to now close 2 eyes to everything. Donald has been a trooper to help out with all the chores so I have to tone down my nitpicking about clealiness and deal with it. Relegate laundry to multiple loads over the weekend. Not getting to mop the floor every day. Argh. Okok, must not think too much about it.

Even Daddy Ting is a little on the tenterhooks. He jolted himself awake one night cos he dreamt that I had woken him up to tell him that it was time. Hahahaha. Kancheong spider. Now that we are hitting 36w, I think we can chill abit, no? You can come out at 37w *pats bump* Best is 20th Sept hor. okok?

The news. It’s been a happening year. A truly truly happening year. There is more awareness about the Syrian Civil War. There is Zika. There is the presidential elections in the USA. There is more natural disasters. A Singapore president passes away. A Singaporean winning a gold medal in the Olympics. Zika arriving in Singapore.

It does make me wonder what kind of future the kids will have. People are so much more outspoken these days and they want more, in return for their loyalty, for what they pay for. How do I raise my children in a way that benefits society and yet, they still reap the rewards of what they sow? Even parenting is not easy these days, everyone is dissecting into behaviours and school of thoughts. Various camps on how to raise your children. What exactly is the best way?

The past week has been crazy no thanks to the Zika virus. Donald has had to do more deliveries as usual, since the ‘closure’ of Zyllem’s courier services. Gaah. We will have to figure out this courier thing for our business. Eventually.

Been feeling a lot more appreciative towards Donald these few weeks, as he takes on a lot more roles. I guess being in lockdown for the past couple of weeks as a family, with no visitors or even going out to relatives’ place has helped us regrouped a little more as a family. Usually, the kids are away from Saturday mornings till Sunday evening. In between, we do get to see them for a couple of hours but that’s it. Once the kids were out of the way, we would rush to run our errands or do deliveries. It was always about work. Sundays, Donald and I would get some time for breakfast & some marketing together, before it was back to more work, or getting ready for the week.

The first week, I was dreading having the two kids at home. By the time we hit the second week, we had fallen into a routine. By now, the fourth week, we were pretty much used to it. The boys have bonded even more closely, Oliver was stepping up A LOT more as an older brother. The boys have enjoyed spending more time on the weekends with Donald, to the extent of Oliver constantly asking Donald not to go to work. The boys have gotten more creative with their playing together.

Even Donald said that it was nice to be just us for this period of time. It was somewhat tiring, but it was rewarding. Rewarding listening to Quentin speak a lot more and express himself better. Rewarding listening to Oliver being more understanding and accepting when we explain why certain things happen. Rewarding being able to spend time with Donald talking about the kids cos he was there to also experience the moments with the kids.

And cos we were busier with the kids and work, the quiet times we had together were more precious. I had a jailbreak moment on Saturday night and I went to Tampines to grab some supplies. Came back with durian and Gong Cha, woke him up and we spent some time together eating and talking. Talked about the types of durian, our memories of time spent eating durian in Melaka, life in general, about Sarah, about some conversations I’ve had with some friends and what his thoughts about it were. It was a good kind of moment.

It would be our wedding anniversary in 9 days time. Can’t believe we’ve been together 11 years, married for 6 years. And I swear, we are still in a good honeymoon stage of our marriage. We do have our shares of quarrels, but I think we are still good together. This love we share is still strong & firm after 11 years. And I am thankful for that.

Now..just gotta wait for this no-so-little girl (gaah…estimated 3.1kg at 36w!!) to arrive and then it’ll be a whole new chapter of our lives. Cannot wait!

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