Anjali helped me to clean up Sophia's poo today. Took a piece of cotton and started to clean her up. Ofcourse, I had to do the thing properly afterwards, but its the thought that counts
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A quotable auote
five minutes of reprieve
Its 12.13 in the morning, and I am sitting in front of the computer with a bowl of oats, updating my blog and doing some general reflection. Sophia, Anjali and Husband are asleep and the house is extraordinarily quiet. It is a moment of calm and I can hear the windshimes in the balcony as I type this. Its a wonderful sensation.
It has been a while since I wrote anything other than posting pictures, simple comments and videos of what Anjali and Sophia have been up to. But, with a routine, and I use the term quite loosely, in place, I have this urge to write, and get an outlet set up.
So, what is with this routine. It begins simply. Wake up at around 7.30. Have a shower, try to grab some breakfast before husband goes off to work and (hopefully) before one or both of the imps wake up. One of them usually wakes up before husband goes to work, and that will ruin any chances of having a shower while watching a running and/or crying imp.
On a lucky day, which happens once in a blue moon, both of them sleep till 9am, and I get some time to do a bit of reading or some staring into space. When the imps get up, its business. Patti comes in to help at around 10am and leaves around 7pm. So I get around 3 hours in the day when its just me and the kids. I guess it should be the best time that i can have, and I am determined to make it so.
Anjali needs constant stimulation. Its usually one activity after an other. She is now into fine motor coordination, and her current favorite toy is a color board with pegs. She sorts the colors into their right boxes - red, blue, green and orange - and puts them into little holes (trees). Its fun working with her and this toy - the first time she tried to srot the colors, she actually had to match the color with the basket, but now she does it much faster and more fluently. Anjali also now knows more colors - purple, yellow, blue, green, pink, black etc, correctly. Sometimes when she is bored, she will look at all the objects around her and start talking - purple, black, black also, pink, blue, blue also - and so on, fr about five minutes.
Her other favorite toy is playdough, though now she is growing a little bored of it. I guess she has been having playdough for nearly every day for the past week and the initial novelty has worn off. We will need to put away the playdough and bring out something else soon.
A new toy that Anjali has found is her "house". A rather sturdy cardboard box which husband dug out and which Anjali and I are - to use the word loosely- decorating. Basically, we are trying to stick a collage into it with old wrapping paper cut into shapes. But as in any craft project, we do it a couple of days and then change the craft. So the box is kind of a quarter covered with collage. But Anjali likes to sit in it and pretend that she is hiding, put her toys and pillows in it etc.
Then there are the books. We went to the linrary last week and got membership cards for both Anjali and Sophia, with which we couls borrow 8 extra books. We borrowed a ton of books, board books, Dr Seuss, Nancy Tafuri (her illustrations are excellent), eric Carle, Wizard of Oz and a book on Indian folktales. Anjali likes to sit down and read, when she is not climbing up and down the window (she can do that, I'll put up a video next time I get a reprieve)
Husband says that she has four or finve active toys at a time that she rotates herself. I am inclined to believe that.
In the evenings, there is always the trip to the playground in the evening and we have enrolled her in Gymboree music, art and learning development that we go on Saturdays. I have begun again to actively teach her stuff, doing books, word cards, songs, and now that I can, dances, as well as numbers. Husband is working with her on phonics.
Now about Sophia. I am feeling a bit guilty that with all these things to report on a wildfire like Anjali, I have very little to say about Sophia. What can I say about Sophia, except that she is a sweet cuddly baby. In character, she is a lot like husband, taking a lot of pleasure in small and simple things. What does Sophia like - cuddling up in my arms, walking all around the house with husband, a little bit of peace and quiet when she wants to sleep (which is hard to get), lying in the hammock with mummy reading to her (we are currently doing Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban). She is not very fond of complicated songs, and knows the difference between when you are singing to her and when you are singing to keep her quiet. She has excellent hand eye coordination for a kid of her size, loves to play with toys - more specifically with Anjali's black, white and red teddy bear and Sylvester. Also loves to kick on her play gym. She is still sleeping a good bit, abour 18 hours a day, with about three to 4 active hours in the morning and the same at night. She is a happy child, and I can feel it when i hold her close to me. Content, thats the word I would use to describe Sophia. Simple and Content.
I should write about the sibling rivalr and the nighttime concerts, but its 12.47 and the five minutes of repreive have extended to more than half an hour. It will suffice to know that Sophia went to sleep tonight at 10.45pm. Anjali after that, chatted us up for atleast another hour and then slept in my lap in the living room, listening to stories of Mahishasura Mardhini from one of the books we had gotten off the library.
I had put up a very unusual picture on the web a few weeks ago. When we took the picture, it was a novelty. Let us now say that it is something that happens about three times a day.
It has been a while since I wrote anything other than posting pictures, simple comments and videos of what Anjali and Sophia have been up to. But, with a routine, and I use the term quite loosely, in place, I have this urge to write, and get an outlet set up.
So, what is with this routine. It begins simply. Wake up at around 7.30. Have a shower, try to grab some breakfast before husband goes off to work and (hopefully) before one or both of the imps wake up. One of them usually wakes up before husband goes to work, and that will ruin any chances of having a shower while watching a running and/or crying imp.
On a lucky day, which happens once in a blue moon, both of them sleep till 9am, and I get some time to do a bit of reading or some staring into space. When the imps get up, its business. Patti comes in to help at around 10am and leaves around 7pm. So I get around 3 hours in the day when its just me and the kids. I guess it should be the best time that i can have, and I am determined to make it so.
Anjali needs constant stimulation. Its usually one activity after an other. She is now into fine motor coordination, and her current favorite toy is a color board with pegs. She sorts the colors into their right boxes - red, blue, green and orange - and puts them into little holes (trees). Its fun working with her and this toy - the first time she tried to srot the colors, she actually had to match the color with the basket, but now she does it much faster and more fluently. Anjali also now knows more colors - purple, yellow, blue, green, pink, black etc, correctly. Sometimes when she is bored, she will look at all the objects around her and start talking - purple, black, black also, pink, blue, blue also - and so on, fr about five minutes.
Her other favorite toy is playdough, though now she is growing a little bored of it. I guess she has been having playdough for nearly every day for the past week and the initial novelty has worn off. We will need to put away the playdough and bring out something else soon.
A new toy that Anjali has found is her "house". A rather sturdy cardboard box which husband dug out and which Anjali and I are - to use the word loosely- decorating. Basically, we are trying to stick a collage into it with old wrapping paper cut into shapes. But as in any craft project, we do it a couple of days and then change the craft. So the box is kind of a quarter covered with collage. But Anjali likes to sit in it and pretend that she is hiding, put her toys and pillows in it etc.
Then there are the books. We went to the linrary last week and got membership cards for both Anjali and Sophia, with which we couls borrow 8 extra books. We borrowed a ton of books, board books, Dr Seuss, Nancy Tafuri (her illustrations are excellent), eric Carle, Wizard of Oz and a book on Indian folktales. Anjali likes to sit down and read, when she is not climbing up and down the window (she can do that, I'll put up a video next time I get a reprieve)
Husband says that she has four or finve active toys at a time that she rotates herself. I am inclined to believe that.
In the evenings, there is always the trip to the playground in the evening and we have enrolled her in Gymboree music, art and learning development that we go on Saturdays. I have begun again to actively teach her stuff, doing books, word cards, songs, and now that I can, dances, as well as numbers. Husband is working with her on phonics.
Now about Sophia. I am feeling a bit guilty that with all these things to report on a wildfire like Anjali, I have very little to say about Sophia. What can I say about Sophia, except that she is a sweet cuddly baby. In character, she is a lot like husband, taking a lot of pleasure in small and simple things. What does Sophia like - cuddling up in my arms, walking all around the house with husband, a little bit of peace and quiet when she wants to sleep (which is hard to get), lying in the hammock with mummy reading to her (we are currently doing Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban). She is not very fond of complicated songs, and knows the difference between when you are singing to her and when you are singing to keep her quiet. She has excellent hand eye coordination for a kid of her size, loves to play with toys - more specifically with Anjali's black, white and red teddy bear and Sylvester. Also loves to kick on her play gym. She is still sleeping a good bit, abour 18 hours a day, with about three to 4 active hours in the morning and the same at night. She is a happy child, and I can feel it when i hold her close to me. Content, thats the word I would use to describe Sophia. Simple and Content.
I should write about the sibling rivalr and the nighttime concerts, but its 12.47 and the five minutes of repreive have extended to more than half an hour. It will suffice to know that Sophia went to sleep tonight at 10.45pm. Anjali after that, chatted us up for atleast another hour and then slept in my lap in the living room, listening to stories of Mahishasura Mardhini from one of the books we had gotten off the library.
I had put up a very unusual picture on the web a few weeks ago. When we took the picture, it was a novelty. Let us now say that it is something that happens about three times a day.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
You can se her gums
The last couple of days Sophia has taken to smiling at me when I pick her up to feed her. She would be crying and then I would pick her eyes, whereupon she opens her eyes ig big, looks straight at me, and smiles, showing all her gums.
Very gratifying.
Very gratifying.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
In retrospect
What I should have done
Sent Anjali to child care, left Sophia with my mother and gotten someone tocome and help to clean the house three times a week.
What I am currently doing:
Losing control of my house as everything gets put away neatly (including Sophia's half used saree, so much so that when you want to use it the next morning, you dont know which side has been peed upon)
Sent Anjali to child care, left Sophia with my mother and gotten someone tocome and help to clean the house three times a week.
What I am currently doing:
Losing control of my house as everything gets put away neatly (including Sophia's half used saree, so much so that when you want to use it the next morning, you dont know which side has been peed upon)
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Kid with an attitude
Sophia is breastfeeding.
I have something important to discuss with husband/ grandma, or maybe just some simple gossip to share.
Three minutes into the conversation, Sophia stops feeding and lets out a howl of indignation.
I soothe her and go back to talking while she feeds.
Another howl, this time in one minute.
Soothe, feed, continue talking.
Another howl, in thirty seconds.
"Ok ok, I will shut up!"
Silence.
I have something important to discuss with husband/ grandma, or maybe just some simple gossip to share.
Three minutes into the conversation, Sophia stops feeding and lets out a howl of indignation.
I soothe her and go back to talking while she feeds.
Another howl, this time in one minute.
Soothe, feed, continue talking.
Another howl, in thirty seconds.
"Ok ok, I will shut up!"
Silence.
When she was sleeping
"Anjali, you must be quiet Sophia baby is sleeping".
Anjali walks around, finds where Sophia is sleeping (the hammock in the living room, the mat in the altar or the bed), goes very near to Sophia and shouts at the top of her voice
"SOIA BABY!!!"
"Anjali, you must be quiet!"
"SOIA BABY!!!" (a little louder than the previous time)
Anjali walks around, finds where Sophia is sleeping (the hammock in the living room, the mat in the altar or the bed), goes very near to Sophia and shouts at the top of her voice
"SOIA BABY!!!"
"Anjali, you must be quiet!"
"SOIA BABY!!!" (a little louder than the previous time)
Friday, February 6, 2009
The beginning of a wonderful friendsip
Husband wants to call this photo that.
i might call it "False sense of security"
or
"Misleading information"
or
"One hour out of 24"
We'll just have to see how it evolves
Monday, February 2, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Kicking, synchorous sleeping etc
Anjali and Sophia sleep synchronously. If Anjali sleeps for two hours, Sophia also sleeps for two hours, only if mummy sleeps with her. She is also staying awake longer and longer during the day, kicking non stop and sleeping for twenty minute stretches (does this sound familiar??)
I have now come to realize that going to the office can be pretty relaxing all in all.
Now Sophia is sleeping, and Anjali sat on the chair next to the hammock and began to kick the hammock in which Sophia was sleeping. It took a bit of time for me, sitting at the computer to realize what was going on before I could stop her.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
What Anjali did yesterday
Husband took Anjali to the plaground yesterday evening after work. About 15 minutes later we heard piercing screams emanating from the playground. Patti recognized them first. "Thats Anjali".
From the playground? Thats 18 floors down.
thattha, who had dropped by for dinner, was worried. Maybe she has injured herself. He waited about 20 seconds, then put on his shoes to go down to check. However, by the time he had finished putting on his shoes, the screams had subsided.
The imp strolls in, half an hour later, tired and exhausted.
"Why did she cry?", we asked daddy.
"Anjali, why did you cry?" Asked daddy, calmly.
"Did you fall, baby?"
"No No!"
"Was she throwing a tantrum?" I asked.
"Of course"
"How come she had to throw a tantrum when you take her to the playground?" (a.k.a: You let her do everything in the playground. She must have wanted to do something really dangerous for you to stop her, and Anjali has a lot of sense to not attenpt things truly dangerous)
"Anjali, who annoyed you in the playground?"
"JEssica!"
"What did Jessica do?"
"Leaf!"
"Leaf?" (Blank stares towards daddy)
"Jessica took away Anjali's leaf."
"Oh so, that why you cried"
"Yup. Jessica then gave her back four leaves, and all the aunties in the play ground gave her leaves, and still she wont stop crying. Then I offered to take her on the piggy back. "
From the playground? Thats 18 floors down.
thattha, who had dropped by for dinner, was worried. Maybe she has injured herself. He waited about 20 seconds, then put on his shoes to go down to check. However, by the time he had finished putting on his shoes, the screams had subsided.
The imp strolls in, half an hour later, tired and exhausted.
"Why did she cry?", we asked daddy.
"Anjali, why did you cry?" Asked daddy, calmly.
"Did you fall, baby?"
"No No!"
"Was she throwing a tantrum?" I asked.
"Of course"
"How come she had to throw a tantrum when you take her to the playground?" (a.k.a: You let her do everything in the playground. She must have wanted to do something really dangerous for you to stop her, and Anjali has a lot of sense to not attenpt things truly dangerous)
"Anjali, who annoyed you in the playground?"
"JEssica!"
"What did Jessica do?"
"Leaf!"
"Leaf?" (Blank stares towards daddy)
"Jessica took away Anjali's leaf."
"Oh so, that why you cried"
"Yup. Jessica then gave her back four leaves, and all the aunties in the play ground gave her leaves, and still she wont stop crying. Then I offered to take her on the piggy back. "
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Guest account for the blog
Husband suggested I create a guest account with a guest password for the blog. Here are the details, primarily so that i wont forget them
Username: AnjaliSophia@gmail.com
password: SophiaAnjali
(The password is case sensitive)
Username: AnjaliSophia@gmail.com
password: SophiaAnjali
(The password is case sensitive)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Sibling Rivalry Part 2.
For the record,s he hasnt kicked that toy in a year, and when we tried to get Sophia to kick it, she lied down and began to kick the toy.
Says that Sophia must kick her own toy (pictured in the movie as well)
What Anjali did
Isnt this a cute picture? Anjali wanted to carry Sophia.
She was very happy doing it to, and held the kid so carefully.
Until Sophia decided that it would be a good time to pee on her sister.
And then Anjali prompty dropped Sophia on the floor. Guess she got shocked.
Husband got shocked too, the first time Anjali peed on his work pants. He wanted to save the mat and the bedsheet and dropped Anjali on the saree. Unfortunately, he got pee on the pants and the bedsheet and the saree.
The imp gets ready to go to the temple
And when we mention temple she wants to wear a pattu pavadai and the patti to wear a saree.
The first of many concerts
Last night we had a concert in the house. i use the term concert quite loosely, in fact, it was more of a circus performance.
The small imp slept through the morning. I was starting to tell husband that I was concerned that she sleeps so much, and should a new born sleep as much as 20 hours a day? She must have heard and understood. Or how else would she decide that she would party till 1am in the morning?
And then it transpired that the sisters had conspired together. For yesterday was one of those days when Anjali tried to kick away her afternoon nap, slept from 5.30 to 8pm. And then she couldnt sleep at 11 as was her normal routine and had to stay up till 1am.
So Anjali went from room to room trying to get patti to play with her, but patti was burned out after 11pm. Sophia was fluctuating between waking and sleepiness, insisting that either mummy or daddy should carry her. So she was carried, mostly by daddy, while mummy tended to Anjali.
Daddy was nodding off by the time we put Sophia on bed, only that she would wake up 20 seconds later and ask to be carried. Anjali ate half a slice of bread at half past midnight and then decided that she could go to bed.
So both girls went on the bed, one drinking milk and the other talking nonstop until the first one drifted off to sleep. Then the second one drifted off while drinking her milk.
"I have two night owls", I told husband later. Or maybe it was before, for I am sure that both of us drifted off to sleep before the kids did.
"If this continues, then how will we get to work on time?"
"You know, it could be worse, they could both be crying. Atleast it is not a musical concert!"
The small imp slept through the morning. I was starting to tell husband that I was concerned that she sleeps so much, and should a new born sleep as much as 20 hours a day? She must have heard and understood. Or how else would she decide that she would party till 1am in the morning?
And then it transpired that the sisters had conspired together. For yesterday was one of those days when Anjali tried to kick away her afternoon nap, slept from 5.30 to 8pm. And then she couldnt sleep at 11 as was her normal routine and had to stay up till 1am.
So Anjali went from room to room trying to get patti to play with her, but patti was burned out after 11pm. Sophia was fluctuating between waking and sleepiness, insisting that either mummy or daddy should carry her. So she was carried, mostly by daddy, while mummy tended to Anjali.
Daddy was nodding off by the time we put Sophia on bed, only that she would wake up 20 seconds later and ask to be carried. Anjali ate half a slice of bread at half past midnight and then decided that she could go to bed.
So both girls went on the bed, one drinking milk and the other talking nonstop until the first one drifted off to sleep. Then the second one drifted off while drinking her milk.
"I have two night owls", I told husband later. Or maybe it was before, for I am sure that both of us drifted off to sleep before the kids did.
"If this continues, then how will we get to work on time?"
"You know, it could be worse, they could both be crying. Atleast it is not a musical concert!"
Neighborly concerns
Yesterday afternoon, we had a knock at the door. Husband answered.
There is too much noise of marbles clattering on the floor" Says the irate neighbor. "We are trying to rest".
Imp had just had a wonderful time half an hour earlier dropping go stones and sending them clattering on the floor (for the record imp here refers to the big one)
We apologized and sent him on his way.
Only later did we realize that perhas he had been too delicate to mention that his repose was interrupted,l bot by falling marbles, but by ear splitting screams. Afterall, the marbles were a good half an hour ago. But a tantrum had been thrown five minutes earlier.
Imp is trying to kick her afternoon nap. Every other day, she drops her 1pm nap, doesnt go to sleep till 5.30 (getting over tired in the meantime and throwing a couple of tantrums). Consequently, she gets up at 8pm, and doesnt sleep till after 1am.
The only remedy is to wake her early in the morning, but its hard to wake imp up early when both husband and I are on leave and sleeping after 1pm means that it is very tempting to lie in till 9am. Well, husband goes back to work on Wednesday. So everything will regularize around then.
There is too much noise of marbles clattering on the floor" Says the irate neighbor. "We are trying to rest".
Imp had just had a wonderful time half an hour earlier dropping go stones and sending them clattering on the floor (for the record imp here refers to the big one)
We apologized and sent him on his way.
Only later did we realize that perhas he had been too delicate to mention that his repose was interrupted,l bot by falling marbles, but by ear splitting screams. Afterall, the marbles were a good half an hour ago. But a tantrum had been thrown five minutes earlier.
Imp is trying to kick her afternoon nap. Every other day, she drops her 1pm nap, doesnt go to sleep till 5.30 (getting over tired in the meantime and throwing a couple of tantrums). Consequently, she gets up at 8pm, and doesnt sleep till after 1am.
The only remedy is to wake her early in the morning, but its hard to wake imp up early when both husband and I are on leave and sleeping after 1pm means that it is very tempting to lie in till 9am. Well, husband goes back to work on Wednesday. So everything will regularize around then.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Introduction to Sibling Rivalry??
Anjali is generally very understanding about Sophia. Perhaps it is because Sophia sleeps most of the time, perhaps it is because there are three people around the house and only one of them is with Sophia, leaving Anjali with the care of two people.
However I use the term generally, because it refers to times when she is awake and such. However, when she is cranky, it is another story. She is still very understanding. So these are only exceptional times. What triggers her is not the big things, like us carrying Sophia, or playing with her. It is usually some little things.
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Situation 1: I got back from the doctor's yesterday with Sophia. Sophia was asleep, and we were sitting in the room with her, but playing with Anjali. Sophia got up at 5.30 for her milk. Now 5.30 is exactly the time when Anjali drinks her milk.
Mummy, no no. She exclaimed. And immediately began to cry.
Patti had to take her to give her milk, as we knew what the problem was. And then the problem sorted out.
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Situation 2: Patti was singing Naan oru vilayattu bommai to Sophia. When Anjali was small, patti used to sing her this song. I had taken a video of her kicking thattha's veshti when patti was singing the song, and it was one of those videos that made the compilational DVD with Anjali's scenes which patti plays to her once in a while. During that scene, she sometimes has the inclination to kick patti or thattha when he is around as a kind of game.
So patti was singing the song to Sophia, and Sophia was kicking as usual, and quite inadverdantly, Sophia's kick caught patti.
"No Sophia No! Anniya!!"
It took patti a while to calm her down, and then she had to sit Anjali on her lap, sing the whole song to her, get kicked a couple of times before Anjali was happy enough.
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Husband was carrying Sophia and showing her around the house, this thing and that. Anjali saw that and said.
"Daddy caiie Anniya!"
Daddy had to put Sophia down, the kid is too small to complain, and picked Anjali up. Then he had to make rounds with her around the house and show her everything, except that she was the one naming the plants and book shelf and stuff.
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Like I said, at other times, she is very smiling and cooperative, though I have caught her looking intently at me at times.
She helps to take dirty nappies to the bin, get new sarees, sometimes to kiss Sophia and stuff.
However I use the term generally, because it refers to times when she is awake and such. However, when she is cranky, it is another story. She is still very understanding. So these are only exceptional times. What triggers her is not the big things, like us carrying Sophia, or playing with her. It is usually some little things.
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Situation 1: I got back from the doctor's yesterday with Sophia. Sophia was asleep, and we were sitting in the room with her, but playing with Anjali. Sophia got up at 5.30 for her milk. Now 5.30 is exactly the time when Anjali drinks her milk.
Mummy, no no. She exclaimed. And immediately began to cry.
Patti had to take her to give her milk, as we knew what the problem was. And then the problem sorted out.
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Situation 2: Patti was singing Naan oru vilayattu bommai to Sophia. When Anjali was small, patti used to sing her this song. I had taken a video of her kicking thattha's veshti when patti was singing the song, and it was one of those videos that made the compilational DVD with Anjali's scenes which patti plays to her once in a while. During that scene, she sometimes has the inclination to kick patti or thattha when he is around as a kind of game.
So patti was singing the song to Sophia, and Sophia was kicking as usual, and quite inadverdantly, Sophia's kick caught patti.
"No Sophia No! Anniya!!"
It took patti a while to calm her down, and then she had to sit Anjali on her lap, sing the whole song to her, get kicked a couple of times before Anjali was happy enough.
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Husband was carrying Sophia and showing her around the house, this thing and that. Anjali saw that and said.
"Daddy caiie Anniya!"
Daddy had to put Sophia down, the kid is too small to complain, and picked Anjali up. Then he had to make rounds with her around the house and show her everything, except that she was the one naming the plants and book shelf and stuff.
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Like I said, at other times, she is very smiling and cooperative, though I have caught her looking intently at me at times.
She helps to take dirty nappies to the bin, get new sarees, sometimes to kiss Sophia and stuff.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
An afternoon to remember
I guess confinement wth Anjali brought out a wild streak in me. On saturday evening we took Anjali to West Coast Park. We had a grand time. It was especially memorable, because we decided to take the whole afternoon off without Anjali's diapers, armed with just a plastic bag and about five changes of pants. After all, it was just a trip to the park.
We finished the park, went to West mall, where I ordered the spiciest pasta around (Husband thinks that all that chilli must have made Sophia decide that it was time to come out before mummy did something more drastic)
I guess we were all tired because the diaper accident happened just when we were about to leave the restaurant. We just lost track of time. Still it was five hours. The longest ever outing that we had sans diapers for Anjali.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Welcome to the world, Sophia! 18-1-2009
She looks, overall, a lot like Anjali. There are minor differences ofcourse, A slightly darker hue, I think Sophia will be more tanned. A little more sensitive to her surroundings, though both scored 9 on the Aphar test.
We were a bit afraid of Jaundice this morning, but thankfully her Jaundice score was low also.
Just out
All squished up and wrapped up
Tired and exhausted after 4 hours of labor, of which half an hour was in the hospital. Time we left home for hospital: 7.35am. ETA at hospital: 7.50am. ETA arrival of Sophia: 8.12am. I am not kidding you. The doctor was doing rounds early that day because she had a test to take at 9am. If not, she would have missed the delivery. Husband and thattha are just thankful that this happened on a Sunday and hot on Monday, when it takes 45 minutes to reach the hospital from home. Wonder if Singapore taxi drivers know how to deliver babies.
Its funny because I was having pains since 4am in the morning at 10 minute intervals. But when I called the hospital, they said, wait and monitor till they are at 5 to 8 minute frequency. So we sat and watched Lage raho Munna Bhai. At the time where Munna sends Lucky flowers, we had to stop because we had reached 8 minutes, andw ent to take a shower. By the time I finished my shower, we were down to 5 minutes. When husband finished his shower, we were down to three minutes. Thatha was panicking. And said run. How do you run for a taxi when you are in the middle of a contraction? But I didnt stress until we reached the hospital, whereupon the pain burst on me when I got off the taxi and I really needed a wheelchair to transport me (not like in Anjali's case where I was offered a wheel chair and I said confidently, "No no, I can walk")
She looks just like Anjali.
Anjali came to the hospital when Sophia was having a bit of cranky time. She immediately turned to me. "Mummy, Mummy take Soia baby!" We were astounded.
We were a bit afraid of Jaundice this morning, but thankfully her Jaundice score was low also.
Just out
All squished up and wrapped up
Tired and exhausted after 4 hours of labor, of which half an hour was in the hospital. Time we left home for hospital: 7.35am. ETA at hospital: 7.50am. ETA arrival of Sophia: 8.12am. I am not kidding you. The doctor was doing rounds early that day because she had a test to take at 9am. If not, she would have missed the delivery. Husband and thattha are just thankful that this happened on a Sunday and hot on Monday, when it takes 45 minutes to reach the hospital from home. Wonder if Singapore taxi drivers know how to deliver babies.Its funny because I was having pains since 4am in the morning at 10 minute intervals. But when I called the hospital, they said, wait and monitor till they are at 5 to 8 minute frequency. So we sat and watched Lage raho Munna Bhai. At the time where Munna sends Lucky flowers, we had to stop because we had reached 8 minutes, andw ent to take a shower. By the time I finished my shower, we were down to 5 minutes. When husband finished his shower, we were down to three minutes. Thatha was panicking. And said run. How do you run for a taxi when you are in the middle of a contraction? But I didnt stress until we reached the hospital, whereupon the pain burst on me when I got off the taxi and I really needed a wheelchair to transport me (not like in Anjali's case where I was offered a wheel chair and I said confidently, "No no, I can walk")
She looks just like Anjali.
Anjali came to the hospital when Sophia was having a bit of cranky time. She immediately turned to me. "Mummy, Mummy take Soia baby!" We were astounded.
Sophia, Sophia, Up!!
We just got home this afternoon from the hospital. Anjali was all excited to welcome Sophia home. Patti said that she was shouting Soia baby to all the people in the bus on the way from Patti's home to acasa.
Sophia, on her part, slept, fed, slept, and fed again. She already loves the cradle and to sleep attached to me. She didnt like the hospital cradle at all and slept with me on the narrow bed all night. I guess she needed the security for the night, because this morning, she was perfectly fine with sleeping alone.
When Anjali returned from the playground this evening, Sophia was feeding. I told Anjali to grab a book and read to Sophia.
She got out her Pooh encyclopedia, all excited, gae teh book to me, and as I opened it to read, seh said, "Sophia, Sophia, up!"
Sophia was blissfully drinking milk and drifting off to sleep.
Anjali, my darling, it will tae a few months yet before Sophia can get up and drink milk.
"No No! Ippa!"
Well, she understood when we explained to her... I guess she expected Sophia to get up immediately and bottom jump.
Anjali wanting to Sleep with mummy and Sophia on the hospital bed. (When she saw that Sophia was a baby, Anjali switched the calling from Soia Soia to Soia baby. Husband says that its because she discovered that Sophia was a real baby. Befre, there was every chance that Sophia might be a little monkey! :))
Proud daddy, beautiful daughter
Sleeping at home.
Two girls and smiling mom. Husband's going to use this photo wen I complain sometime in the future. See how quiet your girls are and how little trouble they give you.
Anjali looking at Sophia.
Sophia, on her part, slept, fed, slept, and fed again. She already loves the cradle and to sleep attached to me. She didnt like the hospital cradle at all and slept with me on the narrow bed all night. I guess she needed the security for the night, because this morning, she was perfectly fine with sleeping alone.
When Anjali returned from the playground this evening, Sophia was feeding. I told Anjali to grab a book and read to Sophia.
She got out her Pooh encyclopedia, all excited, gae teh book to me, and as I opened it to read, seh said, "Sophia, Sophia, up!"
Sophia was blissfully drinking milk and drifting off to sleep.
Anjali, my darling, it will tae a few months yet before Sophia can get up and drink milk.
"No No! Ippa!"
Well, she understood when we explained to her... I guess she expected Sophia to get up immediately and bottom jump.
Anjali wanting to Sleep with mummy and Sophia on the hospital bed. (When she saw that Sophia was a baby, Anjali switched the calling from Soia Soia to Soia baby. Husband says that its because she discovered that Sophia was a real baby. Befre, there was every chance that Sophia might be a little monkey! :))
Proud daddy, beautiful daughter
Sleeping at home.
Two girls and smiling mom. Husband's going to use this photo wen I complain sometime in the future. See how quiet your girls are and how little trouble they give you.
Anjali looking at Sophia.
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