Sunday, 16 July 2017

Oliver's first of many posts

Dear Son..

Today you are three months and two weeks young. It took mama this long to start typing down your little daily milestones. There's so much for me to say. Good thing there's the internet.

Thinking back from the day your were born makes me really emotional. 

Forty weeks, five days and twenty three hours of labor to finally meet you. God really must have had good confidence in us (to be responsible parents, ha!) to place you in a new chapter of our lives. Sorry we had to sweep you out early than you had wanted to, otherwise papa couldnt activate his paternity leave. Trust me, if given a choice, mama will never do that again.. it was freaking shocking to me as well!

Every step towards your home birth was a calculated and educated choice we made. Thank God despite all the horror birth stories you may have been told; Four Trimesters inspired mama to want to have a good birth story to share instead. Our doulas (Ginny, Keidi, Leila) prepared us mentally & physically.. you could call them God-sent angels! We would have been going around like headless chicken if werent for their sane evidence-based practices. They guided us in unison of our family.

Mama was totally hanging on papa's neck, struggling to stand up to get to the tub when you decided to pop out.. thank God that Aunty Keidi & Aunty Leila were there cheering us on, that Dr Lai caught you, Uncle Garick took that prize shot and you took your heroic breathe without a hiccup. Both of us felt truly blessed that you got out as safely and healthy as can be!

We too hope that your future wife will be able to have the kind of happy birth she chooses. Give that woman a stress-free birth, you both deserve that.

At this moment, we know that you are starting on a new leap, the longest one yet which must be a confusing time of repetitions and miscues for you. We wont know for sure how frustrating you are to be unable to convey your thoughts and actions. But dont worry my love, we will always be somewhere near watching every groan (or another flip!) of your exponential growth. Your head gets heavier and your body lengthens. Take your time to learn how this world rocks and enjoy what your cuteness can bring you..

Ah yes, suddenly I remember your little half-baked smile that melt my heart :)

PS: I love how helplessly dependent you are on me, your endearing stares and silly grins make me very grateful that i met papa.

Love,
Your MAMA

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