Things my girl says

(After having her feet washed)

C: maisher waisher 

Me: yes yes maisher waisher

C: maisher waisher

Me: (I know she’s trying to tell me something logical and she knows I’m not getting it)

What is that? 

C: maisher waisher

Hubby: I think she’s trying to say moisturizer. 

😓 how does my 2 year old daughter even understands what a moisturizer is, astounds me. 


Things my girl says

When I get slightly distracted while playing or reading a book, my daughter pats me and asks, “Mommy! Where are you?” 

How apt. 

Before I forget

… Because forgetting is so part and parcel of my age now. Oh, the numerous things I’ve forgotten to do or because the lack of time to do it, it slips through the cracks.

It’s a gorgeous morning to begin with. Being downstairs away from my sleeping hubby and daughter and absorbing the breathtaking view of the city I love. The only thing missing is a wonderful cup of hot tea. It’s a beautiful time to reflect on life and blessings.

These two years (FYI, I reflect on birthdays every two years) has been life changing. With my bundle of joy (and hair raising moments) in my life, everything I do seems to revolve around her. Life as a mother is tough but oh so fulfilling. My girl is turning two in two months and it feels like time has just flew by.

My job is now one I enjoy and find much meaning in. Sometimes I do feel that this is what I’m meant to do although there are many waves of moments when I missed my clinical world and the patients I see.

I’m beginning to understand marriage more each day and once when I could not understand how one could love someone more with time, now I do. My husband has been genuinely loving and supportive through our marriage. I do not deserve a man like him.

Much has changed but much also has remain the same. The same passion and prayers through the years are the same ones I pray for today.

Turning 31 really sinks in the fact that I’m definitely in my 30s. Last year it was easily hidden in the zero, without the S. This year, definitely 30s. Sigh.



Dear fellow Malaysians,

As we sing the Negaraku and when we chant the infamous Merdeka as a family tonight, let’s take a few minutes to think what it was like 58 years ago when our forefathers came together to celebrate freedom. It was a time when it was celebrated together. People of all races and backgrounds, different jobs and status in one stadium, proclaiming that we are free from the powers of British colonization. We are free. We are free indeed. You could literally hear it in Tunku’s voice and in the voices of the people. We are FINALLY free.

But are we truly free today?

Tonight, when we declare Merdeka, remember in your hearts what we want to be free from in 2015, 58 years after our Father of Independence pronounced us free.

Merdeka! Freedom from corruption.

Merdeka! Freedom from cronyism.

Merdeka! Freedom from cheating leaders.

Merdeka! Freedom from cowardice.

Merdeka! Freedom from conscienceless government.

Merdeka! Freedom from the callousness that has infected our society.

Merdeka! Freedom to be clean and fair, for justice and peace to rule in our beloved country, for unity among different races and religions, that we may grow together and weep together, that we may prosper together and uphold each other even through this very trying times.

May we persevere and continue to strive for independence, though not from external colonization but from this internal cancerous regime.

Mother’s Day thoughts 

I was suppose to share at church service this morning but chickened out last minute. So thought I might just share it here instead as I sat and wrote this early this morning.

Throughout my pregnancy my head dived through the pages of a book made famous by a movie called “What to expect when you’re expecting”. In it were detailed step by step knowledge of what exactly to expect such as the changes of your body and the baby within.

But things changed when I delivered. There was no more book of what to expect. Thus far, motherhood has been full of things that I did not expect.
Here’s a short list of it.

1. I did not expect the degree of pain during delivery. Ironic to say as I speak of one being trained specifically in the field of obstetrics and I should know of it and be prepared for it. Suffice it to say, it exceeded my expectations.

2. I did not expect nursing to be difficult, tedious and never stopping. Another one aspect of motherhood, i thought with ego should be a piece of cake given that it was expected in my job to advocate and train mothers to nurse. The opposite quite happened. The early weeks were a pure struggle. My poor family had to endure my tears and fears.

3. I did not expect motherhood days to be long and the nights even longer. I imagined confinement days to be easy going, with lots of rest with time for maybe a book or two. In reality, I could not believe that it was time for the next feeding (because Chloe was crying) as I felt like I just nursed her 10 minutes ago.

4. I did not expect that I had to practice the level of patience I never knew I had. Being one with a temper, a baby (and now a toddler with quite a tantrum) can certainly tests your patience. I didn’t know that I could have that much of patience, for it is surely not mine but God-given.

5. I did not expect to experience this level of joy. In the biggest irony of all time, I did not expect that Chloe could one minute, make you feel like screaming and immediately the next, that feeling instantly fizzles off and you feel like laughing instead. The way she walks or talks or stands or dances.

6. I did not expect myself to be able to love someone that much. I’m sure all mothers will testify to this. It’s like almost every minute of the day is about my daughter. What’s she doing, is she ok, does she have enough etc. and the best part? She loves reciprocally and equally back without condition. The hugs and kisses she gives are priceless.

Motherhood has been full of unexpectations but also one I could never have gotten through without my big support group. So here are my list of public thanks.

Thank you God, for allowing me to the blessed opportunity to be a mother. Through this role, I have learnt so much about myself, but I have also learnt so much about You, the love and patience you give as a Father to us.

Thank you, Adrian, for being equally so patient and tolerant to my everyday struggles. You have been my pillar of strength, comfort and sanity. Thank you for your love and commitment especially through the endless ridiculous drives back and forth throughout the past one year.

I am also very blessed to have my parents full on alongside me in my parenting journey. Thanks, mom and dad for helping me with Chloe. You know that there was no way I could have gotten through this without both of your helping hands in taking care of her. Chloe is super blessed to being showered with love by so many around her. Thanks especially to my mom, who graciously took on the responsibility to looking after her while I worked. Mom, thank you for your sacrifice. Before this, I’ve understood why you did the things you did for us as children, but now I definitely understand it with a different perspective. Thanks for your years of sacrifice for us. I’m sure that if Tim and Phoebe were here, they would have said the same thing too. We love you.

In closing, yup, motherhood is full of unexpectations, and I guess it’s okay. We’ll get by – as long as we continue to trust and obey the Lord.

Happy Mother’s Day.

This time last year

I remember this very moment last year quite vividly, like it was just yesterday.

I was strapped on my belly to machine which was recording my baby’s heartbeat. The epidural machine made a whizzing sound. Lying on my side and trying to get some rest as the contractions did its work. Then I was awakened by the noise of the fireworks at midnight and remember telling Adrian that whilst everyone is out there celebrating the new year, we were both stuck in this Labour room and waiting. The poor guy was also trying to get some rest on the uncomfortable chair.

Tonight, a year later, I write this with my little baby snuggled by my side. Well, she’s not quite a baby anymore. She is finally one. Wow. I can’t believe it’s been one year and everyday with her has been pure joy. I am so thankful to God for all the blessings and the love I have received through her. I am thankful for her.

Happy birthday, dearest Chloe! Mommy loves you. 💋