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Sleep all day

This is part of a series of collaborative posts between Mother, Inc and Mothercare Singapore. All opinions and text are my own.

Next to breastfeeding, the other thing that parents of infants stress over most is sleeping.

How long the baby sleeps, where he sleeps, how he falls asleep, whether he’s a heavy or light sleeper – these are all questions that can cause some frenzied arm-flailing distress, especially when we’ve forgotten what it’s like to sleep 6 hours straight.

The holy grail of sleep training is to have a baby who falls asleep on his own and stays asleep for a sufficient period of time. To achieve this, some parents use a rocker, some comfort feed, some take the baby for a drive, some even use the washing machine to lull the baby to sleep. Whatever the method, the idea is to get the baby to feel as relaxed and comfy as possible.

I’ve probably already mentioned that Finn has been the easiest sleeper so far. He has his moments of fussiness but by and large, he falls asleep in the bassinet on his own when he’s tired. After having some epic sleep battles with the other 2 kids (the most memorable one being Truett’s legendary 6-hour long screaming session), I’m thankful for a baby who loves to sleep.

No doubt his temperament plays a big part but here are some of the things I find helpful in this sleep training journey.

I’m a big fan of swaddling. I swaddled Kirsten everyday right up till she was 6 months old and it kept her snug and happy during sleep time. Finn has gotten the swaddle treatment since birth and he loves it. Then again, who wouldn’t, when it’s with Aden & Anais bamboo swaddles?

These aren’t your ordinary tiny muslin squares. They’re supersized, measuring 47″ by 47″ and made of luxuriously soft bamboo. Seriously, they’re so soft, it’s ridiculous. It’s like they’re sewn by fairies or something. The next time you’re in Mothercare, just run your fingers through it and you’ll know what I mean.

I only recently discovered the awesomeness that’s the Clevamama ClevaSleep Positioner, a slightly inclined foam support that the baby sleeps on. It helps reduce the pressure on the baby’s head while supporting the back and the slight elevation eases the discomfort caused by reflux, colic, and nasal congestion. If you’re placing it on your bed to co-sleep with the baby, it reduces the risk of him getting accidentally squashed in the middle of the night.

This is Finn laughing in his sleep while lying on his sleep positioner. I’m fairly certain the sleep positioner has nothing to do with the laughing but it’s a cute photo, aight.

You know how babies love being rocked to sleep? I have friends who swear by those traditional sarong cloth rocking cradles but I’ve never been quite convinced by their safety or ability to provide proper support. But the problem with regular cribs is that 2 out of 3 times, the baby will wake up and want to be carried the moment you put him down.

I tried this BabyBjorn Bassinet Harmony with Finn and it’s like having the best of both worlds.

It allows for a unique rocking action whenever he stretches and moves so it’s like he’s rocking himself back to sleep when he stirs. And it stops rocking the moment he goes back to sleep so he’s not accustomed to constant motion while he’s asleep. It’s genius.

More importantly, it’s designed with safety as the main priority. The airy mesh fabric makes it easy for baby to breathe through and unlike the traditional cradles that may get stuck at an angle which can be dangerous for the baby, this is designed to firmly on the floor and does not get stuck in one position. It’s also a breeze to assemble, lightweight and easy to move around from room to room.

When all else fails, I let him bounce himself to sleep in the BabyBjorn Babysitter Balance. Yes, it breaks all the rules but on days when he’s gassy, phlegmy, fussy or upset, it’s our back up plan.

It’s got 3 positions – play, rest and sleep. With the sleep mode, his own movements are transformed into a soothing rocking motion that helps to lull him to sleep while the ergonomic design provides the proper support for his head and back. Then when he’s awake and in the mood for some play time, the seat can be raised for more bouncy action. Like when I’m cooking in the kitchen or busy on the laptop, I put him right next to me on the bouncer to keep him happy. It’s fun for him and helps refine his balance and motor skills while keeping my hands free.

For my post on breastfeeding, read ‘Boobs and Stuff.’

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Princess diaries

I can’t remember a time where I ever woke up in the morning and felt inclined to put on a pretty dress. In fact, me and dresses, we’re like cordial acquaintances who give each other a curt nod during weddings, stuffy parties and important dinners.

You could say that as far as my daughter’s relationship with dresses is concerned, the apple fell pretty far from the tree. She wakes up in the morning and immediately looks for a pretty dress to put on, even if it’s for 15 minutes before having to change into her preschool uniform. She prances and twirls and already knows more girly poses at age 3 than I do at age 30. She goes into a store and makes a beeline for the prettiest dress on display, holds it against her body and asks, “Do I look like a princess, mom?”

I used to want a girl who’s exactly like me but you know what?

The one I got is so much better.

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Nailed it

It’s a curious phenomenon. Baby Finn hardly ever gets riled by anything. He’s ok with baths, meds, nose cleaning, doctor’s visits, even blood tests. I mean BLOOD TESTS! Where an actual needle goes into the flesh and there’s lots of blood coming out. The kind of test where screaming is totally legitimate, y’all. Till this day, I take a blood test and I’m like “ok hang on doctor, give me a minute to compose myself…”

Two weeks ago, Finn had to take a blood test to check for jaundice and I was standing there wincing on his behalf but this little guy didn’t even let out one squeak when the needle was going in. Even the nurse administering the test was amazed by how cool he was.

There’s just one thing that drives him completely nuts – fingernail trimming.

It’s bizarre. This kid doesn’t even flinch while getting pricked by a needle but when it’s time to trim his nails, he screams bloody murder.

In this sort of situation, there are two ways to handle it. One, you try to cajole and pacify, hoping that they eventually acquiesce without putting up a fight. But it’s a gamble because it may or may not work out after 20 minutes. Two, you go for the kill. It’s less pretty and there may be lots of screaming but at least the job gets done in a relatively quick manner.

I usually go for the second option.

Today was one of those dreaded nail-trimming days.

I held his finger steady and before the nail clipper made contact, he went hypersonic, shrieking up a storm. Kirsten has never heard him go crazy like this before so she came running into the room. I turned and saw her standing at the doorway with one hand covering her mouth, looking absolutely horrified, like “Good heavens, mother, what manner of madness is this?”

I could see why she was appalled. I had baby Finn in a stranglehold, grabbing his hand like I’m about to slice it off while he screamed and flailed like a stuck pig. The way he was yelling, I might as well have been brandishing a lightsaber instead of a nail clipper.

I was all “This is not what it looks like, sweetheart. I’m just trimming baby Finn’s nails.”

I could tell that she wasn’t convinced. She looked at me like “Yeah right, mom. I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.”

“No, really. I’m not hurting him. I have no idea why he’s so upset. How about you come help me cheer him up while I finish up the other hand?”

She came up real close to peer at him, then said “No thanks, I need to go play toys. You be careful with baby Finn’s hand alright?”

I actually thought I was the boss of them but turns out, now my parenting skills are being assessed. It’s tough being a parent around here.

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Project Take Care

If you’ve been around Raffles Place area last week, you might have seen the Philips’ Take Care installation. It’s part of The ‘+’ Project initiative by Philips that encourages people to improve their health and well-being.

Together with the artists of the Organisation of Illustrators Council, they came up with 7 really cute magnet designs that featured different themes to be given out to passers-by. The 3 I really liked were the Taking Care of Work Life BalanceTaking Care of Eyes and Taking Care of Young Children ones.

Because your views matter most, they have designed a survey to find out what are the key areas affecting Singaporeans’ health and well-being. It’s a quick 5-minute survey (maybe 2 if you’ve got lightning fingers) where you get to vote for your favorite initiatives. The initiative with the most votes gets funded by Philips and you also get a chance to win $10,000 in prizes.

I’ve voted for mine (Healthier School, Brighter Kids – no surprise there) and I’m really looking forward to seeing it happen.

Go check it out here.

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Babysitting tag team

Watching the kids interact is one of the warmest and fuzziest parts of being a parent. Ok, maybe not the kind of interaction where they’re clawing each other’s eyes out. I mean the other kind, where nobody’s screaming or bleeding or mortally wounded.

Truett and Kirsten are already pretty tight. They’ve been each other’s person the past 3 years, having spent almost every waking moment together. They get each other’s jokes, are crazy over the same shows, play toys together, watch out for each other and generally enjoy the other person’s company.

I put them at about 78% chummy, 17% you’re-mildly-annoying and 5% apocalyptic-showdown.

It was interesting to see how their dynamics with Finn would be like.

From their interaction so far, Truett is affectionate, but in a quiet, no frills sort of way. He absolutely has to hug and kiss Finn before he leaves for school every morning. Sometimes, he forgets his goodbye kiss when he leaves the house and he’ll have to run back to do it. He does get bored with the baby quite quickly but every time he hugs Finn, he’ll close his eyes and look so blissful it makes me want to cry.

Kirsten, on the other hand, is really relishing her new status as a big sister. She fusses over her baby brother. A lot. She babytalks him, takes toys for him, squashes his head in her arms and is all “I’M GOING TO LOVE YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!”

I figured that I should milk the attention and make the most of it while it lasts. So the other day, she got her first babysitting assignment while I attempted to have a quick breakfast.

Kirsten: Hey baby Finn…Look! jie jie is here.

Finn: Eh…eh…eh…reowwwww

Kirsten: It’s ok, it’s ok. *pats him on the head*

Finn: Reowww…REOWWWWWW

Kirsten: Are you crying? You want jie jie is it?

Finn: ERHHHH…REOWW…REOWWWWWW!!

Kirsten: You see, jie jie is here, no need to cry.

Finn: ERHHHH…REOWW…REOWWWWWW…REOWWWWWWWWW!!

Kirsten: Um, guys?? I need some help here…

Me: Hang in there, mommy’s just going to finish up my coffee.

Kirsten: Ah never mind, I think maybe he wants kor kor, I will go call him.

Me: Sure, you guys sort it out, I’m going to have a croissant as well then.

*They didn’t actually sort it out and I didn’t get to have my croissant but I did manage to have a cup of coffee so I’d say it was a decent first attempt. They’re going to need some practice. 

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Today, I’m happy

Finn’s been sick again, this time with a stomach bug and all the usual symptoms. Projectile vomiting, diarrhea (of the particularly explosive variety), bloatedness, gas, the whole works.

Twice, he pooped all over my shirt. Once, he vomited into my shirt while I tried to burp him on my chest. It’s like he got all upset with the milk and was aiming it back at my boobs to make a point. Like “here, take it back, this milk isn’t working for me, mom.”

That’s alright though. It’s just vomit.

The really tough part is the stomach discomfort. He would clench his little fists and scream like he was in pain. I tried carrying him and nursing him and distracting him but he’d just cry and cry until he got tired and fell asleep in my arms. Once I put him down, the cycle would start again. This intense exhaustion, it’s like the parenting equivalent of waterboarding and it gets to you. A few days in, I got frustrated with all the screaming and immediately I’d be frustrated at myself for being frustrated at him because he’s just a baby who’s in pain.

But you know what helps?

Looking at this.

Well, not exactly in a basket but looking at him as he’s in my arms and knowing that the worst of it passes after a while. He won’t be this tiny forever. Tomorrow, he’ll wake up and be a little bigger, and then even bigger the morning after that. Soon enough, he won’t want me to hold him when he’s got a stomach flu.

Today, my baby needs me so I’m going to dig deep and activate the crazy mommy part of my brain that’s actually happy to do it.

Sleep can wait a couple more days. Or months.

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Semantics

Puppy Love 

My mom’s dog, Mickey, goes ballistic every time a stranger walks past our door. Yesterday, he was barking his head off at the McDelivery guy and when Tru tried to calm him down, he went batshitcrazy and bit him on the hand.

Tru: OUCH!!

Husband: Are you ok? Did Mickey bite you?

Tru: No no, Mickey didn’t bite me.

Husband: Let me take a look at your hand.

Tru: He just accidentally poked my hand with his teeth.

Husband: Uh, there’s a word for that, it’s called biting.

Tru: Never mind, I’m ok. See, no blood.

Me: Good thing it’s minor or I will accidentally on purpose slaughter him.

 

Stickler for Details

It was a dull, rainy Sunday morning and the kids were bored to tears from being cooped up at home on their designated swimming day. After scattering every toy they have in every corner of the house, they turned to their baby brother for some entertainment. They hugged him and kissed him and tickled his toes, then when that got boring, they started prodding him with a small stick.

Husband: Hey, are you guys poking baby Finn with a stick?

Kirsten: No, we didn’t poke him. We just sayang him only.

Husband: With a stick?

Kirsten: We are very gentle, we just hold the stick like that gently. *Reenacts the poking*

Husband: Yeah, right. How about you don’t poke him at all.

Kirsten: Sighhh, ok.

 

Silver Screen

5 minutes later, on the same rainy morning, they came up with a new request.

Kirsten: Mom, can we watch The Incredibles on the iPad?

Me: You guys were watching Disney Junior earlier right? I think you’ve reached your TV quota for the day.

Tru: But we never ask to watch TV. We just want to watch on the iPad.

Me: It’s the same thing, just smaller.

Kirsten: How about on the iPhone?

Me: Nice try. Still no. Go do something that doesn’t involve a screen and moving pictures.