Friday, December 11, 2009

baby-led weaning

I started baby-led weaning (BLW) with Emma about a month ago. She was a few weeks shy than 6 months. What a wonderful thing to see!

At first she just play with the food, feeling the textures. Putting it into her mouth, of course, but we knew she never actually ate it. Until a few days ago when she just turned 6 months. I started to notice her swallowing. Sometimes her face look funny as she experienced the swallowing process. But after a couple of seconds she went for more.

She also looked like she was gagging a few times. Then the food came out of her mouth safely. She was not choking, because choking means no air and so she won't make a sound. The gagging was actually a good reflex that sends the food out. Just like the book (above) says, that the gagging reflex on the baby's tongue is located near the front, not near the throat like adults. Nevertheless, I was holding my breath every time she seemed to be gagging. But tonight, she didn't gag anymore.

I say, what a find this book is!
My family are loving the results of me reading the book. Even the elder brother (10) read some parts to better assist me. We enjoy eating meals together. Three times a day during the holidays because big koko don't have to rush to school.

I get to eat my food instead of spoon-feeding her. In fact the less obvious attention we pay to her, the better for her to enjoy the meal.
In these early days, before she is one year old, meals will continue to be more play and less duty to eat.

I love steaming vegetables for her. Broccoli, snow peas and sweet potatoes are her favorite! As long as they're cut in a shape that will help her hold around that chubby little hand. Also fruits like bananas, apples, pears, whatever we have at the meal, we try to share with her. As long as it is not high in sugar and salt. I gave her slices of hamburger steak and chicken also, when I happen to cook or buy them. She tried a slice of char siew last night. I know I bought it from the food court, but I used my judgment. She loved it. She sucked on it almost the whole time.

Before she turned 6 months, we took her for holiday in a foreign country. We had lunch at the poolside because her brother was swimming. She sucked for 20 minutes on a piece of chicken wing (I took away the skin).
At the breakfast buffet she devoured pieces of cold turkey, salami, cheese and tomatoes. By devouring I mean trying them out, sucking them, gnawing at them, not necessarily swallowing them. Babies get a lot of goodness from sucking it only, anyway.

So it has been a great ride, and a very satisfying one. I knew the great idea of letting the baby feed herself would work and I couldn't wait to try it. But still I am pleasantly surprised that it really worked. It really works splendidly.

Of course the cleaning of the high chair and the surrounding area after every meal is more than usual. But with a 10 year old elder brother at hand, BLW is a lot more enjoyable (wink!). I just invest in a very nice, easy to clean Ikea high chair, and that's it.

Most importantly, Emma enjoys every meal time with us. I could tell she loves discovering the new tastes and textures, not only with her mouth but also with her hands. She's just loving it. She really bonds with the whole family over the meal. Perfect.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009


Time is what a mother with young children do not have. I don't know how they do it (those who can continue to blog everyday!). But without help, I really almost couldn't do blogging or scrapbooking, or even bible study.

I know I have to make time. I've been asking God, "What do You want me to do next, Lord?"
I wish I could do more. But there just isn't time right now.

It's good. Because now that I'm really strapped for time, I learn to look at bare essentials in the eye. Cooking meals, doing laundry, cleaning, - basically taking care of my family, is of great importance.

One thing for sure, I'm enjoying every moment with my baby. I really count it a blessing that I can stay full time with her. I suppose that is where my time is. With her.
Scrapbooking can wait. My blog can wait. My bible study, well, that I need to do!
Without God's Word I feel crippled. I'm moving backwards instead of standing still. Not good.

I plan to plan the next move. Prioritize. Pray. Make time for the most important things in life.
And hopefully sometimes blog about it.

Thursday, October 1, 2009


I just love breastfeeding.
I'm told it's really useful and profitable for the baby. It builds her antibody. It is the most easily digested, and will provide everything she needs. She does not even need to drink water as long as she is on full breastfeeding.
Yes, I'm finding all of them quite true and more. The bonding time is priceless.
I love it that I can provide for my baby fully just by breastfeeding. She is 5 months now and perfectly healthy. Growing up so fast, talkative and her hands grasping at everything interesting near her.
WHO recommends that we give the baby solid food only after 6 months old. I'm planning to breastfeed her as long as I can, even up to 2 years.

I'm just so thankful that I can enjoy this period of my life. With my first child I didn't have fun, I couldn't stand the pain. I ended up fully breastfeeding only for 3 months. With this one, I was ready and fully committed to it. So when encountering problems, I did not give up.

My advice to all new mothers is just to commit yourself to it.
Breastfeeding is really the best for our baby.

Saturday, September 26, 2009

happiness is Seeing your daughter smile to a picture of shinkansen on the wall

(picture taken from with thanks)

When my son was a baby, he loved to look at a pooh plush toy sitting beside his changing table every time he was being changed. I remembered that lesson to heart. Before Emma was born I looked for a vivid picture, maybe in black and white, that might be her company beside her cot or changing table.

At the last minute, I found an old place mat of Shinkansen from my dining room. I almost threw it away a year ago, we've had it for so long.
I'm glad I didn't.
I knew the stark blue on white and the cute smiley face would attract a baby, hopefully would make her feel better during changing time.
I involved the big brother to paste it on the wall beside her changing table. He is now happy that she likes it.

Indeed, it works like a charm !
Emma always looks at the picture automatically since she was a newborn, and now even coos and smiles to it. Countless times we have thanked God for it, because it stops her from crying.
Little shinkansen has really been a comfort to Emma during those dirty diaper times. And a big help to us.
Choo choo!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Waiting God's Time- Ecclesiastes 3:11

We attended a beautiful wedding of our best friends' today.
The beauty is not in the decorations or in the banquets. It's in their history.
Theirs is an illustration of the profits of waiting God's time.

Both are in their early 30s.
Both have never dated anyone else before. Simply because they chose to wait for the right person to marry, hence to date. They did not believe in dating someone just for the sake of dating.
Both were very prayerful about this dating game.

Both are really a rare specimen in this time and age, where youngsters freely change partners like changing clothes.

God honours those who honours Him.
Indeed they have put God first in their lives, and in the end, God rewards them by answering their prayer for a perfect mate.

Nothing is impossible with God. I pray they will be an encouragement to people who are still praying for the right spouse to come along.

Praise be to the Lord in heaven, who delights in the men and women He created.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Psalm 103:14 and Matthew 28:20

"And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”
The Holy Bible : New International Version. Grand Rapids : Zondervan, 1996, c1984, S. Mt 28:20

When I look at my newborn, so small and fragile, yet so beautiful and precious. I am reminded at how small I also must have been, once.
I am trying to take it all in, to always remember her this way. I feel like I could never be angry at her. Discipline her, being ever so slightly harsh on her? I know I must do that some day (like her big brother surely can testify). But I just cannot picture it right now.

Whatever she will become, however naughty, she will always be my baby.
She will always be this precious. If only I could always remember her this way.

Then I realized that this must be the way God remembers us.
HE, the Almighty, never forgets.
He must have remembered how fragile we are, how small, how precious.
Is it any wonder that He loves us to pieces?
Is it any wonder that He even redeemed us by death upon a cross?

11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.

The Holy Bible : New International Version. Grand Rapids : Zondervan, 1996, c1984, S. Ps 103:11-14

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

In her Father's hands...

In his father's hands...
Originally uploaded by tollen
I noticed the way my husband picked up Emma today.
After I finished feeding her, he took her from me. His big hand holding up her head, I saw his little finger holding up the neck. It's strong enough!

It made me think of my heavenly Father's hand.
Yes, His hand, even His little finger, is strong enough to hold me.

13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;

The Holy Bible : New International Version. Grand Rapids : Zondervan, 1996, c1984, S. Ps 103:13

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Help in Times of Trouble

The Lord is always good. He never fails us. Time and time again He proves Himself faithful, although He didn't have to do such favor to me. What love is this? Amazing love, beyond words! He is our Father. At the right time indeed He rescues us. He provides for everything we need.

Psalm 121
A song of ascents.
1 I lift up my eyes to the hills—
where does my help come from?
2 My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
3 He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
4 indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
5 The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
6 the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
7 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.

The Holy Bible : New International Version. Grand Rapids : Zondervan, 1996, c1984, S. Ps 121:1-8

Thursday, May 21, 2009

God Our Father

London Metro
Originally uploaded by Hendra Lee
It is impossible for our Father in heaven to abandon us.

Even if an earthly mother or father abandon their children, God our Father will never do that.

“What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare his own Son, but gave him up for us all—how will he not also, along with him, graciously give us all things? (Romans 8:31-32).

Recently troubles have come our way, but He keeps us joyful and thankful all the way. Well, not all the way just yet, because the light is still nowhere to be seen in this tunnel.

But I know one thing. He is our Father. He will never forsake us. In fact, it is truly impossible - and totally against His very character - for Him to abandon us, His redeemed people.

“Do not be afraid or terrified because of them, for the LORD your God goes with you; he will never leave you nor forsake you.” (Deuteronomy 31:6).

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:38-39).

Monday, May 4, 2009

The Frills Don't Matter

I've realized that the frills don't matter.
It doesn't matter that we don't have a proper nursery for her, or a proper cot, or a fancy changing table.
It doesn't matter if I have not prepared a black and white picture of her big brother hanging in a frame on the wall across from where she sleeps. Or a cute mobile over her (since she'll be sleeping on my bed). Or get the apartment absolutely immaculate and totally ready for her arrival.
I think it matters to her that she knows exactly how much we love her. It matters that we feed her exactly when she's hungry, change her when she's wet and cuddle her tight all the time. It matters a lot that we'll be there in a heartbeat, to hold her, whenever she calls.
I think those really matters to her.
I should put it in perspective and not worry so much about not being ready for Emma. 'Cos by God's grace I believe all three of us are ready for her.
It doesn't matter if we can't afford fancy decorations. It would be nice if we can. But if not, it's perfectly fine. Emma's all that matters.
The frills don't matter.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

cooking mama

We got this Wii game last week and lo and behold, my son's cookin'!
He enjoyed trying out all the recipes: breaking the eggs, cutting, grating, stirring, shaking the pan, etc.

So on labor day holiday we had a wonderful breakfast cooked by my 10-year-old son!
He made scrambled eggs and pancakes.

The pancakes were from a shaker, I just added water. But the scrambled eggs he cooked from scratch. He cracked all the eggs himself, accidentally crushing only one ("do not mind!"), added salt and pepper, some cream cheese and cheddar slices. He enjoyed stirring it around in the bowl, then cooked three batches for his father, for me and for himself. He had fun spreading the butter on hot pan, then continously stirring the eggs and shaking the pan.

He also tried his hand on cooking the pancakes. Shake the pan. Turn over. Watch the fire.
He actually successfully flipped the pancakes a few times!

"Wonderful! Better than mama!"

Monday, April 27, 2009

baby Delivery

Maibel the Mouse
Originally uploaded by J.Chin
How do I describe this feeling of expectation?

As the D-day inch ever closer, I am full of anticipation. I can’t wait to see her. Also, the nights are getting sleepless, the leg cramps catching up (so painful!), the breathlessness, etc, etc.

I am enjoying listening to Mozart for Mothers-to-be CD (available from as I work on my laptop. I listen to it especially at night to help me go to sleep.
But of the day of delivery, who am I to say what it’s gonna be like? I had caesarean before. What will the contraction feel like? Oh, dear.
My sister (who had two boys) says it’s nice and she would like to enjoy it again. Yaiks. I think she meant for me to treasure it because it’s a once in a lifetime experience.

I find myself dreading it and yet can’t wait for it at the same time. I believe it’s gonna be wonderful, one way or the other.

I’ve been thinking about it, praying about it, trusting it all to the Lord of hosts. He is and will be in control.

"The LORD is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge.
He is my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." (Psalm 18:2 NIV)

The more I think and pray about it, the more I know, that it would not be me who will deliver my baby girl. It would be the Lord. He will open the way, He will provide the way. I should not be afraid. He who is in control over the farthest star and over the smallest atom, He will be in control over my baby’s delivery.

He is my Deliverer. In Him I will take refuge as I count my days down. Oh yeah.

Friday, April 3, 2009

Pregnant Ladies in the Bible

Being pregnant gives me a certain perspective on how some Bible characters must have experienced. When we were passing christmas three months ago, my heart went out to Mary. How tiring it must have been, even just riding on a donkey for a few hours. Let alone all the way from Nazareth to Bethlehem.

Later on I was doing Bible study on Sara who had been waiting for the promised Isaac so long. I could feel her anticipation and happiness. Usually my mind just skipped right to the delivery. But this time it occured to me how long they still have to wait. The day to day pregnancy, etc, for over 9 months. Sara was 90 years old. How they must have trusted in God’s promises, that God will carry the baby through despite the impossibility of such an old lady being pregnant. And what about the prospect of giving birth?

Rebekah too, was struggling with the twin babies jostling inside of her (Esau and Jacob). Right now I am enjoying my girl’s kicking and turning around in my tummy. Sometimes it is very hard and persistent, to the delight of her dad and big koko (brother in chinese). But it’s always fun. How terrible and worrying it must have been for Rebekah to have the babies fight inside her tummy. Maybe she thought something had gone wrong somewhere. After all she didn’t know there were twins (no ultrasound machine, yet). She prayed and God answered her that there were two inside her womb.

At 7 months I had my first ever contraction that I have ever experienced. With my first child there was never a contraction, he had to be delivered immediately by caesarean procedure due to the baby not moving for 12 hours already. So when I had my contraction last Sunday I did not recognize it immediately.

I guess I was just too tired after an especially busy two weeks. Anyway, my hubby rushed me home from Sunday School (I had to leave all my little kids in class to my partner, thank God for her!). All is well after I rested. But my, on a scale of 1 to 10 it felt like a 3 only. Yet it was bad enough for me. What of the real thing?

I will just trust in the Lord. Oh, baby, wait for your time. Do not come early. I want you healthy, gal.
19 Early the next morning they arose and worshiped before the Lord and then went back to their home at Ramah. Elkanah lay with Hannah his wife, and the Lord remembered her. 20 So in the course of time Hannah conceived and gave birth to a son. She named him Samuel,c saying, “Because I asked the Lord for him.”
c Samuel sounds like the Hebrew for heard of God.
The Holy Bible : New International Version. Grand Rapids : Zondervan, 1996, c1984, S. 1 Sa 1:19-20

Sunday, February 8, 2009

My hero

Pink Baby Shoes
Originally uploaded by J.Chin

Nathan is very protective of me. So nice to see him suddenly all grown up like that. When we get on a bus and there are no seats, he would glance at me in concern and looked around for seats. He would glare, yes, glare, at the not so old and definitely not pregnant people sitting on the special seats reserved for pregnant women, old people and disabled. I almost couldn't hide my smile.

"Mum, those seats were reserved for you," he whispered indignantly once, before I look as round as I am today. I put my arms around him with a grateful smile.

"Yes, honey, but how would they know? I don't look it yet."

"You should wear a sign that says you're pregnant," he retorted. I laughed. He didn't. He was quite serious.

Then when it's almost our stop, he would call upon me. He would step off the bus slowly with one of his arms stretched out toward me, like I usually do, to make sure the bus did not suddenly close its door on me.

What a sweet little son he is. Not so little anymore.

Oh, I pray he would be a wonderful big brother. I think he would be. I already told him, "Do you know that all little sisters adore their big brothers as heroes?" "Yes, I know," he replied smugly. Yes, he has always been my hero. How blessed my daughter would be, to have him as a big brother and a hero. I wish I had one like him myself.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Happiness is Seeing your hamster happy again

My son always adjusts quickly to a new house. He has no problems at all. In fact, he is enjoying it thoroughly. He enjoys moving into a new room, enjoys traveling the new route to school. But our beloved white pearly dwarf hamster, Remy, didn't share his excitement.

Remy was out of sort for days. He refused to walk into our hands, even into my husband's hand, which was his favorite. He also didn't want to walk into his food bowl like he usually does when we give him fresh dried food. My husband was kind of broken hearted for a while, worried. But he was also sure that Remy is just adjusting to the new environment. It is rather more noisy in our house with the sound of traffic nearby. Maybe that's why.

Anyway, today Remy was back to normal. He took to our hands more readily, chewing his food happily, and was looking contentedly sleepy at approriate times. We bought him a new maze for his habitrail ovo extension bowl. He explored the whole place calmly, and soon found a nice little nook for naps.

Come to think of it, he's already two years old. My son was praying that he would live long enough. This is one unusual hamster, folks. Simply irresistable in his mild manners and sweetness. It's so good to see him looking content and happy again.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009


Moving house is hard work.
Moving house with a pregnant wife is an even harder work.

I had a bit of trouble with my pregnancy. Just a tiny bit. But the doctor, of course, did not let me carry anything during the move. I still managed to do some stuff, but my husband is very protective of me. I basically just alternate between resting, cooking and a bit of cleaning at the new place.

It was God's grace that the new landlord gave us the keys two weeks in advance. She didn't even know I was pregnant at the time. Because of this we can move slowly over these two week period. We are truly thankful.

My hubby had been such a super hero. He shuttles back and forth with loads in his back and his hands. Sometimes he pulls them in a suitcase, sometimes on a trolley, wobbling the almost a mile walk to our new apartment, every day now during the chinese new year holidays and weekends. He still managed to have lunch and dinner with us, though.

Our mover comes tomorrow with a big truck. We hope not to use more than a truckload because it's quite a cost.

In all things, my Father is looking out for me and my family. I'm so grateful.