Monthly Archives: June 2017

Rockin’ at two weeks


Some say I have too much time in my hands (being on maternity leave).

Others say I’m taking advantage that Max can’t speak up yet.

A few say that I’m gathering all these to show on Max’s wedding day.

My sister says it’s my way of manifesting my post partum.

My mom says its pure madness.

All I can say is, I can’t get enough of taking photos of this little creature! So, enjoy our little angel’s journey through his weeks in different diy costumes. šŸ˜¬

In making this first diy photoshoot, I amde sure that he just woke up and was fully comfortable. Props used are:

  • Dad’s guitar
  • Mattress as the backdrop/studio
  • Dad’s belt as the mic stand
  • Bottle as the mic
  • Phone charger cable as the mic wire
  • And a blanket used as the stage

This tshirt was sooo big on him that I can probably fit two of him in it!


Max at 1 week!


It is amazing how this little creature has made me see past the difficult labor (traumatic, really, if I am looking at an outsider’s POV), and realise that it was all worth it. He is tiny, but I am at a loss for words on how he sums up the whole meaning of life!

This is him in his first week. A bit grouchy in the photo but otherwise a perfect angel. As of writing, he is already at 48 weeks so it will be it interesting to document his growth ā¤

…then the greatest blessing arrived.


39 hours of labour and it was all worth it. If I had to describe it, I would say I feel like I won the jackpot in the lottery, found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, sniffed some unicorn dust, and won The Voice Australia (mind you, I don’t sing) – all at the same time.

I probably have inhaled a full tank of gas, tried every birthing position possible (some were too embarrassing to even think of), and availed almost all of the labour methods (vacuum, forceps, normal delivery) at the Fiona Stanley Hospital, but this little boy just wouldn’t budge. After an agonising 39 hours at 3am, the midwife finally took a pity on me, gave up her hopes for a normal delivery, and called the doctor who decided that an emergency caesar was necessary and immediately wheeled me into a theatre room. 

Upon entering the room, my first thought was – shucks, I just disturbed a staff meeting. There were about 20 people in that room, and that’s excluding me and my partner! My foggy mind – mind you, I haven’t had sleep or a decent meal in two days – justified that there might be other women to use the theatre room at the same time. Anyway, I was already in a pain so intense, all the constipated days I had in my entire lifetime combined was nothing compared to what I was experiencing. 

Amidst the pain, cursing, and throwing dirty looks at my partner for having the time to feel sleepy even with all the drama, I found a bestfriend in the in the room – the anaesthesiologist. I tell you, I was so happy and relieved from the pain that I started cracking jokes at the doctors when she injected me with epidural!

All along I thought I was going to have a normal delivery – my mom had five kids all normal, my mom-in-law had four kids all normal, and all my check-ups and consultations were normal. Nothing has prepared me for a long labour and most definitely not a caesar. We didn’t expect those things. But the most that I didn’t expect, is that I love this little bundle more than I thought I would. It is astounding and such a revelation. I then thought, I should take good care of myself and my partner, because only then will we be able to give the world to this little miracle, and offer the best of what life has to give. I think that parents should always think and prioritise what is best for their babies, but if they are not in a good capacity to do so – who is going to teach my baby what love and life is about? Who will teach him how to handle and make good from bad things? Who is going to beat the crap from bullies or anyone who hurt him? (Lol, the last one is my overprotective side speaking.)

Ah, this here is a living poetry.

Max Benedict. 13 July 2016. 4:20am, the coldest morning in Perth after four years at 0.6C. 3060grams, 48cm length. 

Four years and a lifetimeĀ 


Serendipity, coincidence, or destiny. 

I am not sure what to call it but I find having my last post dated 13 July 2013 and having my baby’s first birthday on 13 July four years later insanely magical, as if a pumpkin turned into a golden carriage right before my eyes! 
Just goes to show that a lot of things can happen in a blink of an eye. I might even win the lottery today and have an entirely different life next week.

So, it has been 4 years, three countries, two continents, and a jam-packed adventure since my last entry. I read through my previous ones and think that my rants are all immature. Ah, how different my future blogs will be from now on! 

Meanwhile, here’s my little angel, almost exactly one year ago.