May 31, 2007

I have a friend whose son is quite gifted (at least by his mother's account). He can read sentences and he can easily count up to 20 when he is three. And he is not at all the nerdy-little-kid type. He runs, climbs and jumps very well, though he does not talk much.

Emma does not seem to belong to his league. Her development, as commented by her teacher, is right where it should be. That is, she is in the middle, not outstanding nor lagging behind, her IQ is probably not in the top 10 percentile, not is it in the bottom.

I am very happy anyway, because she is happy, funny, healthy. She is probably smarter than me, and definitely more social and articulate than me.

About two or three months ago, Emma suddenly became interested in writing and spelling. Now she can write quite some words, like Emma, Sally, mommy, mom, Dad, MB..., somehow this ability does not leap into an ability to read (as I wished). Given a book, she still tries only to read the pictures or "read" from memory. Given a word like "Dad", she still could not make a connection with the "Dad" she writes.

Hmm, I wonder when she will really become a reader? (Her counting skill is also less than desirable. She has mastered up to five, however, her skills are less solid when counting more than that).

Oh, she is really good reading from memories. The following is the video that she reads "The grouchy lady bug", a very long book. (Too bad, the lighting is so bad that we can barely see her, but just listening the story is fun. On a note, too boost her morale and increase her audience, Emma has invited a great many stuff animals to listen to her story.)

Emma Reads a book

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I have a friend whose son is quite gifted (at least by his mother's account). He can read sentences and he can easily count up to 20 when he is three. And he is not at all the nerdy-little-kid type. He runs, climbs and jumps very well, though he does not talk much.

Emma does not seem to belong to his league. Her development, as commented by her teacher, is right where it should be. That is, she is in the middle, not outstanding nor lagging behind, her IQ is probably not in the top 10 percentile, not is it in the bottom.

I am very happy anyway, because she is happy, funny, healthy. She is probably smarter than me, and definitely more social and articulate than me.

About two or three months ago, Emma suddenly became interested in writing and spelling. Now she can write quite some words, like Emma, Sally, mommy, mom, Dad, MB..., somehow this ability does not leap into an ability to read (as I wished). Given a book, she still tries only to read the pictures or "read" from memory. Given a word like "Dad", she still could not make a connection with the "Dad" she writes.

Hmm, I wonder when she will really become a reader? (Her counting skill is also less than desirable. She has mastered up to five, however, her skills are less solid when counting more than that).

Oh, she is really good reading from memories. The following is the video that she reads "The grouchy lady bug", a very long book. (Too bad, the lighting is so bad that we can barely see her, but just listening the story is fun. On a note, too boost her morale and increase her audience, Emma has invited a great many stuff animals to listen to her story.)

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Read somewhere that today's educated people believe that they are more likely (than their uneducated parents) to have a gifted child. Not really me. However, occasionally, secretly, I do daydream of a prodigy. Or at least my children be high achievers. Or successful professionals. (Be very honest though, I never wish them to be movie stars, models, or something along the line)

I also believe in the importance of stimulation in the early years. People say the first three or five years is the most crucial time period in a child's brain development. Though this is counter-intuitive to a lot of people, especially older people, people of my mom's generation and older. It is really hard to get my mom-in-law to take an effort to talk to or play music to the baby.

It is not entirely easy for me either, but I try these few things anyway.

A non-talker, I generally cannot talk very much, though I find it easier when I am alone with Annya. With her alone, I can talk in very silly long monologues;

Singing is natural and enjoyable to me, so is playing various music. With Emma, I have accumulated a lot of music. So I fed Annya a lot of music;

Longing to go out, I start to taking more and more walk outside, morning walk by the lake, evening walk to see the moon (with Emma too), afternoon walk to pick up Emma (then bus home). In most cases, Annya immediately goes to sleep when we go out, however, these two days, she seems to savor every minute, eyes wide open, her head tilting this or that way, she stares at everything within her sight;

Emily (MB's sister) gave her a few books (beautiful colors, high-contrast glossy patterns), she hasn't shown any interest. Both Emma and I have tried.

Oh, she will 1 month old tomorrow. So I will get her a few toys and a jungle-gym mat with a lot of mobiles.

Playing with Annya

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Read somewhere that today's educated people believe that they are more likely (than their uneducated parents) to have a gifted child. Not really me. However, occasionally, secretly, I do daydream of a prodigy. Or at least my children be high achievers. Or successful professionals. (Be very honest though, I never wish them to be movie stars, models, or something along the line)

I also believe in the importance of stimulation in the early years. People say the first three or five years is the most crucial time period in a child's brain development. Though this is counter-intuitive to a lot of people, especially older people, people of my mom's generation and older. It is really hard to get my mom-in-law to take an effort to talk to or play music to the baby.

It is not entirely easy for me either, but I try these few things anyway.

A non-talker, I generally cannot talk very much, though I find it easier when I am alone with Annya. With her alone, I can talk in very silly long monologues;

Singing is natural and enjoyable to me, so is playing various music. With Emma, I have accumulated a lot of music. So I fed Annya a lot of music;

Longing to go out, I start to taking more and more walk outside, morning walk by the lake, evening walk to see the moon (with Emma too), afternoon walk to pick up Emma (then bus home). In most cases, Annya immediately goes to sleep when we go out, however, these two days, she seems to savor every minute, eyes wide open, her head tilting this or that way, she stares at everything within her sight;

Emily (MB's sister) gave her a few books (beautiful colors, high-contrast glossy patterns), she hasn't shown any interest. Both Emma and I have tried.

Oh, she will 1 month old tomorrow. So I will get her a few toys and a jungle-gym mat with a lot of mobiles.

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May 23, 2007

The few wakeful moments of Annya cannot be wasted. So I had her lay on her tommy and do some pushes.

Some evidence in pictures and video of what a tough mommy I am.






Push, baby

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The few wakeful moments of Annya cannot be wasted. So I had her lay on her tommy and do some pushes.

Some evidence in pictures and video of what a tough mommy I am.






Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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In an effort to catch the sweet smile at the corner of her lips, I took a row of pictures. Too many. Shown here are only a fraction of those. But she is lovely.




Annya asleep

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In an effort to catch the sweet smile at the corner of her lips, I took a row of pictures. Too many. Shown here are only a fraction of those. But she is lovely.




Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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With my planned 8-week-maternity leave, I thought I would have a long never-ending stretch of time to kill, to get bored to tears, to be fussy and irritated (I tend to have this kind of problem). After all, my mother-in-law has picked up most of chores and Annya is still in her very infant stage of doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

But no, not nearly so.

My time so far somehow are sliced into many pieces, some long, some short. A slice to breastfeeding and diaper-changing, a slice to cojoling a little smile from the baby (not very successful so far. She smiles mostly in her dreams and to herself), rocking and cooing and singing and talking whatever; then a slice to rest and clear out a big lump of mess (clothes, wash clothes); then some time for my books and movies I have long wanted to finish.

Gosh, I am so behind. There are so issues of The New Yorker that I only barely glanced (hi, once it becomes part of my reading list, I find myself no longer so eager to devour). And my movies (yesterday, I saw "Mrs. Anderson Presents"). Then I have planned to finish about one book per week. So far, I only have fast read parts of The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama (Surprised it was quite an easy read. Both delighted and disappointed. For I thought politicians would talk in grander and more complicated, comprehensive terms.) Yeah, I have also read Lee and Bob Woodruff's In an Instant (two moving, honest and vivid distinctive accounts from Bob Woodruff and his wife. I am more interested in their recount of the Beijing experience.)

And my blog! I am afraid I would never start on the redesign of the blog.

We have beautiful summer days now. Everyday. Actually I think Chicago is just beautiful, winter or spring, summer or autumn. Even in Rogers park, a not-so-good-at-all neighborhood with its large mixed populations of low income Hispanics and Blacks. Love the green everywhere, and the pink, red, yellow, white, purple ... Love the wind, breeze, occasional rain, the sky, the sunshine, and the incomparable lake.

I know China has changed quite a bit, no, drastically, dramatically. Nowadays China no longer resembles my old-days China. However, from the pictures sent from family, I still see a lot of grey concrete, not much green at all. The pollution is so terrible that the sky in Beijing is almost always grey. ... I think I love to be in America, even though i have to wait for my immigration paper for indefinite time. But in the mean time, longing to go back to China to see.

Things to do

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With my planned 8-week-maternity leave, I thought I would have a long never-ending stretch of time to kill, to get bored to tears, to be fussy and irritated (I tend to have this kind of problem). After all, my mother-in-law has picked up most of chores and Annya is still in her very infant stage of doing nothing but eating and sleeping.

But no, not nearly so.

My time so far somehow are sliced into many pieces, some long, some short. A slice to breastfeeding and diaper-changing, a slice to cojoling a little smile from the baby (not very successful so far. She smiles mostly in her dreams and to herself), rocking and cooing and singing and talking whatever; then a slice to rest and clear out a big lump of mess (clothes, wash clothes); then some time for my books and movies I have long wanted to finish.

Gosh, I am so behind. There are so issues of The New Yorker that I only barely glanced (hi, once it becomes part of my reading list, I find myself no longer so eager to devour). And my movies (yesterday, I saw "Mrs. Anderson Presents"). Then I have planned to finish about one book per week. So far, I only have fast read parts of The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama (Surprised it was quite an easy read. Both delighted and disappointed. For I thought politicians would talk in grander and more complicated, comprehensive terms.) Yeah, I have also read Lee and Bob Woodruff's In an Instant (two moving, honest and vivid distinctive accounts from Bob Woodruff and his wife. I am more interested in their recount of the Beijing experience.)

And my blog! I am afraid I would never start on the redesign of the blog.

We have beautiful summer days now. Everyday. Actually I think Chicago is just beautiful, winter or spring, summer or autumn. Even in Rogers park, a not-so-good-at-all neighborhood with its large mixed populations of low income Hispanics and Blacks. Love the green everywhere, and the pink, red, yellow, white, purple ... Love the wind, breeze, occasional rain, the sky, the sunshine, and the incomparable lake.

I know China has changed quite a bit, no, drastically, dramatically. Nowadays China no longer resembles my old-days China. However, from the pictures sent from family, I still see a lot of grey concrete, not much green at all. The pollution is so terrible that the sky in Beijing is almost always grey. ... I think I love to be in America, even though i have to wait for my immigration paper for indefinite time. But in the mean time, longing to go back to China to see.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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May 22, 2007



A green eyed-monster and flowers (Emma's art)

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May 17, 2007



Breastfeeding is superior to bottle-feeding in many ways, both for mom and baby. I know. Still, I have some complaints.

First of all, it hurts, especially the first week, especially when the little baby seems desperate, flailing, kicking, grasping (?), every single touch hurts.

Second, now the task of feeding rests solely on the mom. Day and night, you are the sole feeder. Whenever the baby cries, people look at you, urging (sometimes blaming), hey, the baby is hungry.

Then, to me, it is rather unsightly that I have to unbutton or pull up my shirt at any minute, exposing my breasts and the layers of tommy fat beneath it. Breasts for show and breasts for feeding are two different things. The latter, as phrased in "Everybody loves Raymond", is "working breasts". The good thing is that I never care much about my own image. However, I was worried that Emma would find me weird. Luckily, she does not. To her, it seems natural. To her, the only thing matters is that mommy also pumps milk for her, because the baby needs to share.

Then, while the breasts get inordinately large in preparing for feeding and during the period of feeding, they sag and shrink afterwards. Like small oranges. This happens after I breastfed Emma. I am sure this time too.

Then, the business of pumping. Aye, have to carry the pumping set everyday to work, have to steal time and place to pump, have to carefully store milk. And with no baby to actually stimulate and dictate milk supply, breast-milk pumps gradually drains the supply. No to say, in the beginning, you probably have too much milk, so you save. To keep the milk from going bad, you probably would always want to use up the oldest milk first ... so unlike formulas, all you need is money and someone capable of making milk out of formulas. And of course, the milk would always fresh to the minute.

...

Obviously, the breast are breast for show, the baby too. I have to concede, mine is far lack the aesthetic value, Annya is not yet up to the standard of poster baby, either.

Complaining about breastfeeding

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Breastfeeding is superior to bottle-feeding in many ways, both for mom and baby. I know. Still, I have some complaints.

First of all, it hurts, especially the first week, especially when the little baby seems desperate, flailing, kicking, grasping (?), every single touch hurts.

Second, now the task of feeding rests solely on the mom. Day and night, you are the sole feeder. Whenever the baby cries, people look at you, urging (sometimes blaming), hey, the baby is hungry.

Then, to me, it is rather unsightly that I have to unbutton or pull up my shirt at any minute, exposing my breasts and the layers of tommy fat beneath it. Breasts for show and breasts for feeding are two different things. The latter, as phrased in "Everybody loves Raymond", is "working breasts". The good thing is that I never care much about my own image. However, I was worried that Emma would find me weird. Luckily, she does not. To her, it seems natural. To her, the only thing matters is that mommy also pumps milk for her, because the baby needs to share.

Then, while the breasts get inordinately large in preparing for feeding and during the period of feeding, they sag and shrink afterwards. Like small oranges. This happens after I breastfed Emma. I am sure this time too.

Then, the business of pumping. Aye, have to carry the pumping set everyday to work, have to steal time and place to pump, have to carefully store milk. And with no baby to actually stimulate and dictate milk supply, breast-milk pumps gradually drains the supply. No to say, in the beginning, you probably have too much milk, so you save. To keep the milk from going bad, you probably would always want to use up the oldest milk first ... so unlike formulas, all you need is money and someone capable of making milk out of formulas. And of course, the milk would always fresh to the minute.

...

Obviously, the breast are breast for show, the baby too. I have to concede, mine is far lack the aesthetic value, Annya is not yet up to the standard of poster baby, either.

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May 16, 2007

It is still Emma's showtime, even though Annya has come to the world. People still gushes about Emma, how social, how charming, how funny, how articulate, how smart ... (I do not even need to play the adoring mom, feeling already uneasy about the unbridled praises) If Emma were a little older, she herself probably would feel quite embarrassed and uneasy.

Anyway, yesterday it rained. While Annya was sound asleep, while the rain pouring outside, I dug out some of the old videos of Emma. Leo's mom also brought a CD of old pictures and videos they took in HK, so I watched and laughed. Then I put a few on YouTube. The videos taken in HK are of very poor quality, however, Emma's charm still shines through. She is indeed a darling.

And what lovely memories.

And here they are

Reciting Chinese Poems (in HongKong)


Singing Chinese songs. What a singer (in HongKong)


Singing Chinese songs. What a singer (at Chicago)

A shining star

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It is still Emma's showtime, even though Annya has come to the world. People still gushes about Emma, how social, how charming, how funny, how articulate, how smart ... (I do not even need to play the adoring mom, feeling already uneasy about the unbridled praises) If Emma were a little older, she herself probably would feel quite embarrassed and uneasy.

Anyway, yesterday it rained. While Annya was sound asleep, while the rain pouring outside, I dug out some of the old videos of Emma. Leo's mom also brought a CD of old pictures and videos they took in HK, so I watched and laughed. Then I put a few on YouTube. The videos taken in HK are of very poor quality, however, Emma's charm still shines through. She is indeed a darling.

And what lovely memories.

And here they are

Reciting Chinese Poems (in HongKong)


Singing Chinese songs. What a singer (in HongKong)


Singing Chinese songs. What a singer (at Chicago)

Wednesday, May 16, 2007
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May 15, 2007

Once read in The New Yorker an article called "What is Normal" (about children affected with bipolar disorders), a woman was convinced that her son has bipolar disorder even before he is born. The reason? He was so restless even in her womb.

So if behaviors inside mom's womb is any indicator, Annya should be sweet yet competent. She never seemed restless in my womb, yet she was always a strong performer (My ob. doctor said she was a happy baby). Seems that she is the same way when she is out in the world. She is always content, happy, secretly smiling, rarely screaming (Emma was more taxing when she was little). Yet she is competent enough to get fed fat and satisfied. She gained 11 oz. in only 6 days.

Now Annya is still in her marathron-sleeping-mode, only waking up with hungry cries (loud). Occasionally I would wonder if she sleep too much and if she would sleep through her first month. Then yesterday, she was quite playful. She now probably has about 6-7 hours wake-time a day. Well, sleeping beauty, sleep along.

People say with your first born, you would take a thousand pictures; with your second born, you probably would take one hundred pictures; then with the rest, you probably would not even bother. True. Still you love them all the same. So true.

Good news, Leo's mom has arrived yesterday. And she is a big help cleaning the house and making it tidy. Bad news, my one-bedroom condo is even more crowdy. Have to kick everything under the bed or sweep them to some dark storage room. Yesterday, my huge nuclear family of four (Emma, Annya, Leo and I) managed to sleep in the bedroom. Leo and I in one full-sized (or is it queen-sized) bed, Emma in her twin bed, Annya in her basinet. Every cry of Annya made me worry (luckily she is such a sweet sleeper). Bad news, Emma wet her bed, so we had to transfer her to our bed. Bad news again, she wet our bed too.

Mumbo Jumbo

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Once read in The New Yorker an article called "What is Normal" (about children affected with bipolar disorders), a woman was convinced that her son has bipolar disorder even before he is born. The reason? He was so restless even in her womb.

So if behaviors inside mom's womb is any indicator, Annya should be sweet yet competent. She never seemed restless in my womb, yet she was always a strong performer (My ob. doctor said she was a happy baby). Seems that she is the same way when she is out in the world. She is always content, happy, secretly smiling, rarely screaming (Emma was more taxing when she was little). Yet she is competent enough to get fed fat and satisfied. She gained 11 oz. in only 6 days.

Now Annya is still in her marathron-sleeping-mode, only waking up with hungry cries (loud). Occasionally I would wonder if she sleep too much and if she would sleep through her first month. Then yesterday, she was quite playful. She now probably has about 6-7 hours wake-time a day. Well, sleeping beauty, sleep along.

People say with your first born, you would take a thousand pictures; with your second born, you probably would take one hundred pictures; then with the rest, you probably would not even bother. True. Still you love them all the same. So true.

Good news, Leo's mom has arrived yesterday. And she is a big help cleaning the house and making it tidy. Bad news, my one-bedroom condo is even more crowdy. Have to kick everything under the bed or sweep them to some dark storage room. Yesterday, my huge nuclear family of four (Emma, Annya, Leo and I) managed to sleep in the bedroom. Leo and I in one full-sized (or is it queen-sized) bed, Emma in her twin bed, Annya in her basinet. Every cry of Annya made me worry (luckily she is such a sweet sleeper). Bad news, Emma wet her bed, so we had to transfer her to our bed. Bad news again, she wet our bed too.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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May 11, 2007

Babys have been the recurring theme in Emma's "art", one especially cute thing she draws baby in mommy's tommy. The first picture below she said is for Annya.



Emma's baby pictures

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Babys have been the recurring theme in Emma's "art", one especially cute thing she draws baby in mommy's tommy. The first picture below she said is for Annya.



Friday, May 11, 2007
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Gradually have sent out emails or called to tell my families, my friends, my colleagues about the new baby. Every time, inevitably, I was asked how we were doing, or I volunteer to report that we are all doing fine. Everyone, Annya, Emma, Leo and I are doing great.

That is true. But how exactly are we doing?

Annya

The very moment of coming out to the world must be one of the most painful moment. Not to say leaving the warm, snugly womb of mom, or breathing on her own. Just the pushing and contracting, the painful journey of squeezing through the narrow birth canal, the unbearable screaming of your mom in pain.

Fortunately, for Annya and me, it was a quick arrival. With only 3 (or 5) intense push, Annya's little head was safely out in the doctor's hand, her little body quickly followed.

And there, I saw her. A tiny tiny creature, her face was kind of grayish, her face closed tight and was no bigger than my palm. I gasped: "Oh, she is so tiny."

Actually, she is just right. 6 lbs 13 oz. Perfect. She cried loud. She had a Apgar score of 99. Perfect.

The following day in the hospital was probably hard for her as well. Damn (sorry)the doctors and nurses. Besides all the regular check ups (there are a lot), she also got her little feet poked again and again. Because I had gestational diabetes. Damn me. So they checked her blood every one hour, then every two hours, every four hours. Finally the doctors relaxed and gave Annya a clean bill of health.

She is such a healthy and beautiful baby. Capable too. She soon learned to find my breast and sucked.

She was so good and so eager seeking my milk. 3 days later, my milk came.

From day 3 till now, Annya is my sleeping beauty. She sleeps and sleeps, only wake up for milk. She gets a little more wakeful and alert everyday. Love the big smiles in her sleep.

What are you dreaming, dear baby?

Emma

Emma is a natural sister, a feat I never anticipated. Actually I was quite worried how she would handle or adapt before Annya was born. Will she be jealous? As I have heard a lot of sibling rivalry. Will she be disappointed because we cannot keep up the routines (reading, drawing, bedtime singing and talking?)

Emma indeed is a natural. The first moment she saw Annya, Annya was crying, we said, Emma, can you sing a song? She sang a Chinese song she half made up. Magically, Annya stopped crying. The following days, Emma sang that song everyday, again and again.

She is so curious about the baby. "Mommy, why the baby made a face like that?" "Why she cried? She needs milk." "Why she smiled? Does she like me?" "Why she clenched her fists like that?" "Will she like the little singing bee I gave her?"

Despite all of her love, good intentions, curiosity (because of that), Whenever Emma is around, it seems a little chaotic. She showered the baby with kisses while I am trying to feed Annya, she grabbed the baby's little hands (learning from me) while Annya was searching for my breast, she sings loudly while Annya cries loudly (too much noise then), she busied to read Annya books, she runs around and around the baby...

As for our routines, she was quite understanding. Often times, Annya starts crying in the midst of our reading, I say: Emma, I have to go. She lets me go without complaining at all. Only she refuses to let Leo read to her, she says, I have to wait for mommy. I can wait. Then I say, Emma, sorry, it is so late. We can read only one more book, ok? She says: how about two more books, mommy?

...

Leo
I am grateful for Leo, even though he tried to impose all sorts of how-to-take-care-of-yourself rules on me. But man, he works hard, cleaning, cooking nonstop, doing laundry, taking care of the household.

So, no complaint.

Me?

I am doing well, very well. Only to my dismay, my tommy is still unbearably big, so is my waist. Even Emma asked, why, mommy, why you still have big tommy?

So what do i do everyday? Some light chores. Some reading. Looking and talking to the baby. Blogging. Some light exercises, like sit-up, kegels, and leg slide, as suggested by my book. Next week, shall start to redesign the blog. Next week, shall do some serious reading and writing. Then as Annya gets more and more active, shall play more and more with her.

How are we doing?

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Gradually have sent out emails or called to tell my families, my friends, my colleagues about the new baby. Every time, inevitably, I was asked how we were doing, or I volunteer to report that we are all doing fine. Everyone, Annya, Emma, Leo and I are doing great.

That is true. But how exactly are we doing?

Annya

The very moment of coming out to the world must be one of the most painful moment. Not to say leaving the warm, snugly womb of mom, or breathing on her own. Just the pushing and contracting, the painful journey of squeezing through the narrow birth canal, the unbearable screaming of your mom in pain.

Fortunately, for Annya and me, it was a quick arrival. With only 3 (or 5) intense push, Annya's little head was safely out in the doctor's hand, her little body quickly followed.

And there, I saw her. A tiny tiny creature, her face was kind of grayish, her face closed tight and was no bigger than my palm. I gasped: "Oh, she is so tiny."

Actually, she is just right. 6 lbs 13 oz. Perfect. She cried loud. She had a Apgar score of 99. Perfect.

The following day in the hospital was probably hard for her as well. Damn (sorry)the doctors and nurses. Besides all the regular check ups (there are a lot), she also got her little feet poked again and again. Because I had gestational diabetes. Damn me. So they checked her blood every one hour, then every two hours, every four hours. Finally the doctors relaxed and gave Annya a clean bill of health.

She is such a healthy and beautiful baby. Capable too. She soon learned to find my breast and sucked.

She was so good and so eager seeking my milk. 3 days later, my milk came.

From day 3 till now, Annya is my sleeping beauty. She sleeps and sleeps, only wake up for milk. She gets a little more wakeful and alert everyday. Love the big smiles in her sleep.

What are you dreaming, dear baby?

Emma

Emma is a natural sister, a feat I never anticipated. Actually I was quite worried how she would handle or adapt before Annya was born. Will she be jealous? As I have heard a lot of sibling rivalry. Will she be disappointed because we cannot keep up the routines (reading, drawing, bedtime singing and talking?)

Emma indeed is a natural. The first moment she saw Annya, Annya was crying, we said, Emma, can you sing a song? She sang a Chinese song she half made up. Magically, Annya stopped crying. The following days, Emma sang that song everyday, again and again.

She is so curious about the baby. "Mommy, why the baby made a face like that?" "Why she cried? She needs milk." "Why she smiled? Does she like me?" "Why she clenched her fists like that?" "Will she like the little singing bee I gave her?"

Despite all of her love, good intentions, curiosity (because of that), Whenever Emma is around, it seems a little chaotic. She showered the baby with kisses while I am trying to feed Annya, she grabbed the baby's little hands (learning from me) while Annya was searching for my breast, she sings loudly while Annya cries loudly (too much noise then), she busied to read Annya books, she runs around and around the baby...

As for our routines, she was quite understanding. Often times, Annya starts crying in the midst of our reading, I say: Emma, I have to go. She lets me go without complaining at all. Only she refuses to let Leo read to her, she says, I have to wait for mommy. I can wait. Then I say, Emma, sorry, it is so late. We can read only one more book, ok? She says: how about two more books, mommy?

...

Leo
I am grateful for Leo, even though he tried to impose all sorts of how-to-take-care-of-yourself rules on me. But man, he works hard, cleaning, cooking nonstop, doing laundry, taking care of the household.

So, no complaint.

Me?

I am doing well, very well. Only to my dismay, my tommy is still unbearably big, so is my waist. Even Emma asked, why, mommy, why you still have big tommy?

So what do i do everyday? Some light chores. Some reading. Looking and talking to the baby. Blogging. Some light exercises, like sit-up, kegels, and leg slide, as suggested by my book. Next week, shall start to redesign the blog. Next week, shall do some serious reading and writing. Then as Annya gets more and more active, shall play more and more with her.

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May 09, 2007

In China, postpartum care is a very serious business, and the rules as to how to take care of a new mom are numerous. Some of them are:

1. No going out, especially do not expose yourself or the baby to wind, especially cold wind. Put on your hat when you definitely have to go out.
2. No touching anything cold. Do not drink anything cold. Ice water as they provided in hospital registers as a big No-No.
3. Rest. Rest. Rest. Better just not get out of the bed at all.
4. No squatting. (Sounds so dubious and bizarre)
5. No sitting for too long.
6. Do not eat too much vegetables or fruits in the first couple of weeks (What???)
7. Eat all kinds of big fat foods, like eggs, chicken.
8. Beef up with ginger, and a slew of Chinese herbs.

I really would like to ignore every single rule, simply because first I feel fine, so fine; second, with my natural instinct of distrusting any Chinese tradition. However, all my Chinese folks (my mom, sister, leo's family, the people I love dearly) just keep warning me with the consequences, the consequences that I could in no way forsee.

"You are young. But wait till you are old ..."

It works like religion, I was thinking, if everyday everyone is telling you about the unknown heaven and hell, how on earth you could not succumb?

So consiously, unconsiously, half-heartedly, I followed the rules regarding postpartum care, just for some peace of mind.

Some bizarre (amusing) Chinese rules regarding postpartum care

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In China, postpartum care is a very serious business, and the rules as to how to take care of a new mom are numerous. Some of them are:

1. No going out, especially do not expose yourself or the baby to wind, especially cold wind. Put on your hat when you definitely have to go out.
2. No touching anything cold. Do not drink anything cold. Ice water as they provided in hospital registers as a big No-No.
3. Rest. Rest. Rest. Better just not get out of the bed at all.
4. No squatting. (Sounds so dubious and bizarre)
5. No sitting for too long.
6. Do not eat too much vegetables or fruits in the first couple of weeks (What???)
7. Eat all kinds of big fat foods, like eggs, chicken.
8. Beef up with ginger, and a slew of Chinese herbs.

I really would like to ignore every single rule, simply because first I feel fine, so fine; second, with my natural instinct of distrusting any Chinese tradition. However, all my Chinese folks (my mom, sister, leo's family, the people I love dearly) just keep warning me with the consequences, the consequences that I could in no way forsee.

"You are young. But wait till you are old ..."

It works like religion, I was thinking, if everyday everyone is telling you about the unknown heaven and hell, how on earth you could not succumb?

So consiously, unconsiously, half-heartedly, I followed the rules regarding postpartum care, just for some peace of mind.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007
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May 06, 2007

More pictures here.

I really should write something down about the first few days of Annya. And there is a lot to write.

Still, time is short for long boring text. Maybe tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. For now, just some pictures.


Emma and Annya

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More pictures here.

I really should write something down about the first few days of Annya. And there is a lot to write.

Still, time is short for long boring text. Maybe tomorrow. The day after tomorrow. For now, just some pictures.


Sunday, May 06, 2007
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May 03, 2007






Annya - 3 days old

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