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2012

motherhood

Next stop, babytown

There’s a lot of talk about having babies recently because it seems like there aren’t enough of them around in our country. Educated, working couples are putting off having babies and the question everyone’s asking is how we can get more couples to have more babies and have them earlier?

I obviously don’t have the answer to that but seeing that I’m sort of like the exception to the norm with 2 kids and 1 on the way, here’s my perspective.

First, target market.

The fact is not everyone wants kids. Some folks like to be single. Some like to be married without kids. Some don’t mind being near other people’s kids but never want to have any of their own. And some are just allergic to annoying, whiny children. Whatever the case, nobody should ever be compelled to have kids for the good of the nation. That’s insane. It’s too difficult, too painful, too time consuming and expensive to be forced upon anyone. If a couple doesn’t like kids or want to have them, there’s no amount of slick marketing campaigns or government initiatives that will change that.

Stop asking them to have babies and move on.

Because there are lots of couples who want to have kids young but can’t afford it and that’s where a little help can make a lot of difference. People like to say that throwing money at a problem doesn’t solve it. Well, actually, it sometimes does. And I think that our baby bonus and maternity leave schemes are a step in the right direction.

For a couple in their mid twenties who want to have kids but are struggling to make ends meet, having a child early seems like a financial impossibility. Offering $10,000 – $18,000 in cash and CDA matching contributions will be able to pay for the hospital bills, some basic necessities and cover a portion of the childcare fees, essentially making it possible for them to have kids 2-3 years earlier.

It’s not much compared to the $200,000 they will eventually spend over the next 21 years, but it helps them at a time when they need the help most. Sure, the baby bonus will run out in a couple of years but with upward social mobility, bonuses, promotions and pay increments, they will be more comfortable by then and better-equipped to cope with the added monthly cost of raising a child.

Of course there are the bigger social, economic and cultural issues at play. We have a long way to go before Singapore becomes family-friendly and achieves that elusive work-life balance we like to talk about, assuming that notion is even possible.

In a competitive, meritocratic society driven by market forces, something has got to give. Mothers can’t possibly take 4 months of maternity leave, knock off at 6pm sharp daily, require emergency childcare leave when their kids are ill and still expect to be at the top of their game in a corporate environment. Chances are, the promotions and performance bonuses will be given to someone who is able to put in the hours and do more for the company. Those are the rules and rightly so.

What the government can do is encourage work from home schemes and allow mothers some level of flexibility in their jobs so we can find an optimum middle ground we’re happy with, where we’re able to spend time with the kids while pursuing a decent career.

While we’re talking about changing mindsets, I think the biggest paradigm shift has to come from the individuals. If couples view having babies as a national duty, they will want to wait till the government makes it easy and convenient for them to do so. That will never happen. They may make it slightly easier by increasing the incentives, but it will never be enough.

So have kids because it’s something you want.

I had Truett at 26 and I’m not going to sugar coat it – it’s been incredibly tough. Sometimes, I look back and I don’t even know how we made it through. We were young, broke, inexperienced and barely able to take care of ourselves, much less another (very screamy and demanding) human being. We’ve had to give up stuff our peers could easily afford and make massive, inconvenient changes to our lives.

But (yes, there’s a but) it’s also been the best decision we made, which is why we have so many. It’s hard to explain to someone why having kids is as awesome as it is without sounding cheesy. They give us a reason to smile on the crabbiest of mornings, make all the sacrifice seem worth it and every single day, we feel like our lives are complete.

I think they call it love.

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And for my next trick…

In our house, toy-packing happens once a day, usually just before bedtime.

They know the drill – they get to pour out their toys everywhere, on condition that they pack up before they got to bed.

While the pouring of toys is done with much gusto and enthusiasm, the packing process involves a fair bit of reluctance and shuffling of feet, accompanied with drawls of “I’m so tired”, “my feet hurt”, “I just need to rest for a while first.”

The other day, I found Kirsten sitting next to her toys with a magic wand (my bubble tea straw) in hand, waving it and going “ALAKAZAM!”

Me: Baby, may I ask what you’re doing?

Kirsten: ALAKAZAM! ALAKAZAM!

Me: Um, hello??

Kirsten: Wait mom, I’m doing something.

Me: Yeah, I can see that. The question is what.

Kirsten: I’m trying to make my toys disappear. But it’s not working.

Me: Oh…I’d be very surprised if it works.

Kirsten: ALAKAZAM! Toys, disappear!

Me: Have fun. Just make sure the toys are packed when you’re done.

Kirsten: *pause* KOR KOR, MOMMY SAYS YOU NEED TO PACK UP THE TOYS!!

Me: Ok, that’s a far more impressive trick, but that’s not what I said. BOTH of you need to pack up together.

Kirsten: *sighhhh* 

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Ready for the push

I’ve been doing a lot of nesting lately, so much so that I feel like a bird. Which is saying a lot because you all know how much I hate birds. They’re pesky and squawky and poop everywhere but one thing’s for certain – our feathered friends sure know how to prepare for their babies.

Like baskets. I mean, what’s up with the urge to put pretty baby things into little baskets? These birds make it look so cosy and baby-friendly.

For us humans, that’s what drawers and cupboards are supposed to be for but then it just doesn’t have the same appeal as baskets. I put all these tiny onesies and swaddles in drawers where they can’t be seen and it’s like “meh”, so I arrange them in baskets and every time I walk past, I can run my fingers across and go “awww wook at all the teeny tiny wompers

Having a newborn does terrible things to your brain, ok?

There’s also a practical side to it – easy access. Infants vomit and poop and spit up so many times a day that it’s ridiculous to have to open the drawer, close the drawer, open the drawer and close the drawer again every time they need a change. The smarter thing to do is have them all laid out within easy reach. So…baskets.

While we’re on the topic, it’s very therapeutic to fold and re-fold baby clothes because OMG WHY ARE THEY SO SOFT??

If you look at it rationally, there’s no real need to nest. Having done this twice before, I can state for a fact that babies don’t give two hoots about whether their onesies are folded nicely or not. Maybe it’s psychological. Like when you’re welcoming someone important into your home, you get everything prepped and ready as if to say “hey, you’re special and we can’t wait for you to arrive.”

In any case, we’re ready. Now if only I can find a way to make the baby come out sooner.

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Scissors, Paper, Stone

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I’m not very handy in the kitchen so I have to rely on handy kitchen aids to make my culinary escapades a lot less painful.

Actually, it’s not the cooking itself that’s annoying but the chopping, cutting and prep work, which can easily take 30-60 minutes per meal. Now, I can come up with many other more productive ways to use my 60 minutes, and standing around chopping chicken does not rank high on my list of fun things to do. Throw in the fact that I’m not very skilled at slicing raw meat so the process is a time-consuming and frustrating one.

Thanks to the 3M folks, I recently tried the Scotch 3M Kitchen Scissors and it is now one of my favorite kitchen tools. When it comes to kitchen scissors, I’m not particular about fancy schmancy functions. I only have one requirement, which is to be as sharp as possible, so I can cut through stuff quickly and easily.

The last time I tried cutting a raw chicken with a pair of scissors, it wasn’t a pleasant experience at all. It just wouldn’t cut through the meat cleanly and I had to use both hands (and a lot of force) to press down on the scissors and even then, it was a struggle. And I really don’t like struggling with a dead chicken. 30 minutes in, I could feel the chicken mocking me, like “hah, not so easy to eat me now, is it?”

So naturally, I did the chicken test with the 3M scissors.

The verdict is that this is one badass pair of scissors because it cuts through raw meat like paper. With a little bit of extra force, it even cuts through bone. Just let me say that the next dead chicken that thinks it can put up a fight ain’t going to be having the last laugh.

Besides being tough enough to cut through meat, it’s also delicate enough to cut through any kind of food item you can think of. Bread? Easy peasy. Boiled eggs? No problem. Vegetables? I could do it blindfolded while carrying a kid. Ok, you probably don’t want to try the blindfold bit but I’m just saying that it can be done.

If you’re the sort who’s into the frills, you’d be happy to know that the scissors are detachable, which makes them easy to wash and also kind of cool because it’s not just 1 pair of scissors but hey look, now it’s 2 separate blades! Also, it’s corrosion-resistant and reduces bacteria breeding.

*3M is having a contest to give away 10 pairs of Scotch™ Premium Kitchen Scissors. All you have to do to take part is answer the following question.

“Scotch™ Premium Kitchen Scissors helps to reduce bacteria breeding for better food safety. True or False?”

Send your answer (along with your full name, NRIC, mobile number and email address) with the subject title “Mother Inc: Scotch™ Premium Kitchen Scissors Contest” to officebiz@mmm.com by 27 August 2012.

If you don’t know the answer, let me give you a hint: Read the post. y’all!

This is a sponsored conversation written by me on behalf of 3M. All opinions and text are my own.

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Travel babies

The kids are travel babies. We’ve been back from our last holiday for less than a month and they’ve been asking about their next holiday.

“Remember we went to Gold Coast so fun right?”

“We play with the sand, see the animals, sit roller coaster…was it fun, mommy?”

“Shall we go again? I think we need a holiday.”

To their credit, they are fantastic travelers. They don’t fuss on long car rides, they stand in queues patiently, they eat whatever we eat and they seem to actually enjoy being cooped up in a plane for 7 hours.

But with Finn’s impending arrival, it doesn’t look like we’ll be traveling for a while and we’ve told them as much.

So for the next best thing, I’ve been working on a series of travel photos to put up in their room so that from time to time, they can look at the pictures and talk about how much fun they had and find that happy place again.

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Waiting

You know what’s worse than having to go through a traumatic experience? Waiting for that traumatic experience to happen.

Knowing that it is going to happen one way or another so you hyperventilate a little and try to brace yourself like “ok, bring it on, I’m ready” thinking that it’s time but then it doesn’t happen. Yet. And you’re like COME ON JUST GET IT OVER WITH ALREADY.

I’ve been having some intermittent contractions the past week and every time I feel my stomach tightening and the waves of pain are twisting my uterus into a ball, I run to the bathroom to wash my hair. Priorities, people! Because if I have to go into labor and roll around making terrible grunting noises, at least I’m doing it with bouncy, silky soft, nice-smelling hair. There’s nothing worse than sounding like a deranged neanderthal while looking like one.

So these contractions, they got really bad on Tuesday evening. Usually my Braxton Hicks have a pain level of like 2-3 but these were at least a 6. Thinking that it was finally time, I washed my hair, packed my baby bag, lay on my side and waited for the contractions to come in harder and faster.

By 1am, they were 13 minutes apart and the husband was all “I think we should go in now, please don’t make me deliver the baby at home with hot water and a bunch of towels.” I don’t know what shows he’s been watching but he obviously forgot about the scissors. It’s always hot water, towels and scissors, amirite?

I was determined to wait till they were 10 minutes apart before checking myself in, but before it got to that point, they just stopped. One minute, I was hissing and grunting in pain, then the next minute, just gone.

Husband: So how, is it time?

Me: Gone. The contractions are gone.

Husband: That’s all? So what do we do now?

Me: I have no idea. I think we can go to bed.

What? You were expecting a dramatic end to this story? So was I. But I’m still around, as pregnant as ever. Still waiting.

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Pregnancy in pictures

I’m usually not very comfortable showing off my giant belly, which explains why I didn’t do a photo shoot the last two pregnancies. Also, I figured I’d be pregnant again so there’s always the next time. But I’ve been wanting to get some photos of my belly this time around. You know, just in case I don’t do this pregnancy thing for the fourth time.

So I got the kids to be the props and the husband helped to take the photos.

Tru was all “Why mommy never wear shirt and Truett never wear shirt?” and I didn’t really know what to say except, “Well, it’s um, artistic.”