Got quite a headache from training recently.... Seems like i have been making all the catastrophic mistakes at the wrong times!
I am keeping my fingers crossed. Shall fight very hard to the very end. I wanna be saved from being safe!!!!!
11/22/10
10/21/10
Life of a daddy.
I am a true blue procastinator.
It took me more than 3 mths to pen this down. While i appreciate all my peers' concern over my new phase in life as a daddy, i would like to save some trouble ( by telling the same stories over and over again ) and jot down the significant moments as a parent...
The horror stories that many like to share about the night shifts... is never an exaggeration! I could still remember the last night in hospital when baby Tim refused to settle down after his 2 hourly feed ; in particular the boy cried out so loud ( akin to screaming his lungs out ) that i started to fear for the worst when the boy gets home. Little did i know that it was barely the beginning.
The next few weeks of our new addtion was anything but easy. Our lives revolved around the boy , to the point that i suddenly found myself chasing after sleep whereever possible. It was also during this period that i lost interest in doing my usual hobbies, in a bid to share the burden of looking after the boy with my wife and mum ( doubling up as our dear confinement lady ).
What i found challenging as a father is the consistent need to pay close attention to my dearie's state of physical and emotional health. The funny about having a new born is that ALL THE ATTENTION from relatives seem to only fall upon the child( and no one else ).
I often prayed to God to give me the strength to be a good HUSBAND thereafter a food father.
Initially, the boy cries only for a few reasons :
1. Hungry
2. Soiled diapers
3. Feeling burpy / colic
4. Too cold (needs some warmth from swaddling )
There were times when i really lost my patience over the boy when he simply refuse to stop crying after all we could do ( rock the boy to bed, carry him around, feeding him and changing new diapers for him ). I would his cheeks real hard and even spank his naked butt when he was just 2 mths +++ old. Of course, those acts aggravated the boy's cries.
My wife, on the other hand, never resort to physical means to curb the boy's maniac behaviour( boy cries so loud that he shuts the world around him out ). I must say that my wife has a very loving and tender approach to our boy. Whenever my wife takes over the boy from my arms after i seem out of control, i would feel very guitly and miserable for hitting the boy at such a YOUNG age. My wife will then talk and sing to the boy , engaging him from time to time. These tactics worked most of the time!
I am now a firm believer that no matter how young your child is, your tender voice and loving gaze will create a special bond that will see you through those times when your child displays tantrum at night.
Days and weeks pass... slowly both me and felicia are finding our way back to our usual lifestyle( but it will never be the same again ).I felt that the boy is slowly having this character forged in him. He now laughs and makes those OOOH and AHHH sounds when we talk to him. Is that a good sign that the boy is also getting comfortable with us???
I guess my wife's attitude to parenting has a great impact upon me as a father. Over time, I am beginning to embrace my boy's presence as one that brings us bundles of happiness and joy.
It just seem like yesterday when baby tim was delivered( he was only 2.69kg and is only 33cm long ); Today, we brought our 7.2kg boy for his 2nd dose of immunisation jab. He turns 3 months and one day old as of now.
Looking back at all the no-absolute-sleep nights of tending to the boy, i felt that it was all worth it.
It took me more than 3 mths to pen this down. While i appreciate all my peers' concern over my new phase in life as a daddy, i would like to save some trouble ( by telling the same stories over and over again ) and jot down the significant moments as a parent...
The horror stories that many like to share about the night shifts... is never an exaggeration! I could still remember the last night in hospital when baby Tim refused to settle down after his 2 hourly feed ; in particular the boy cried out so loud ( akin to screaming his lungs out ) that i started to fear for the worst when the boy gets home. Little did i know that it was barely the beginning.
The next few weeks of our new addtion was anything but easy. Our lives revolved around the boy , to the point that i suddenly found myself chasing after sleep whereever possible. It was also during this period that i lost interest in doing my usual hobbies, in a bid to share the burden of looking after the boy with my wife and mum ( doubling up as our dear confinement lady ).
What i found challenging as a father is the consistent need to pay close attention to my dearie's state of physical and emotional health. The funny about having a new born is that ALL THE ATTENTION from relatives seem to only fall upon the child( and no one else ).
I often prayed to God to give me the strength to be a good HUSBAND thereafter a food father.
Initially, the boy cries only for a few reasons :
1. Hungry
2. Soiled diapers
3. Feeling burpy / colic
4. Too cold (needs some warmth from swaddling )
There were times when i really lost my patience over the boy when he simply refuse to stop crying after all we could do ( rock the boy to bed, carry him around, feeding him and changing new diapers for him ). I would his cheeks real hard and even spank his naked butt when he was just 2 mths +++ old. Of course, those acts aggravated the boy's cries.
My wife, on the other hand, never resort to physical means to curb the boy's maniac behaviour( boy cries so loud that he shuts the world around him out ). I must say that my wife has a very loving and tender approach to our boy. Whenever my wife takes over the boy from my arms after i seem out of control, i would feel very guitly and miserable for hitting the boy at such a YOUNG age. My wife will then talk and sing to the boy , engaging him from time to time. These tactics worked most of the time!
I am now a firm believer that no matter how young your child is, your tender voice and loving gaze will create a special bond that will see you through those times when your child displays tantrum at night.
Days and weeks pass... slowly both me and felicia are finding our way back to our usual lifestyle( but it will never be the same again ).I felt that the boy is slowly having this character forged in him. He now laughs and makes those OOOH and AHHH sounds when we talk to him. Is that a good sign that the boy is also getting comfortable with us???
I guess my wife's attitude to parenting has a great impact upon me as a father. Over time, I am beginning to embrace my boy's presence as one that brings us bundles of happiness and joy.
It just seem like yesterday when baby tim was delivered( he was only 2.69kg and is only 33cm long ); Today, we brought our 7.2kg boy for his 2nd dose of immunisation jab. He turns 3 months and one day old as of now.
Looking back at all the no-absolute-sleep nights of tending to the boy, i felt that it was all worth it.
8/3/10
How the havoc began.
It took me some discipline to even start this. So i must first congratulate myself here.
Everytime i log in to my own blog, i would remind myself how far i had come. Regardless of my achievements, i am proud to say that i have no regrets in all the things i've done up to now.
My boy was finally born on the 20th July.
Till then, i had full of apprehensions on how to be a good father, as well as being a supporting hubby for my wife who's been through so much physically, emotionally and psychologically.
Perhaps the only thing that both of us did not prepare mentally was the method of delivery. We had heard of many experiences how our lady peers had to be partially bed ridden due to recuperation from a cesac. With all the implications from an incision on the tummy, we only hoped for a natural birth.
Up to the due date (18th July ), our gynae reminded us that my wife's cervix showed no signs of dilation. We needed a dilation of 10cm in order for labour to proceed. So on the 19th July, gynae decided to induce natural labour by giving medication to my wife.
By 10pm that same evening, we were warded into Mt Alvernia; My wife was put under observation, in hope that anytime when dilation begins, labour can commence in the right environment.My wife was rather exhilarated when the cramps came in waves. But when gynae popped by on 12am midnight, there were no progress. All he could do, was to give another dose of the same medication. Throughout the night, my wife slept well. However, the intensity of the cramps started to die down...
Until next morning, we were sore to realise from the gynae's diagnosis that there were no progress. We finally advanced to the delivery suite where my wife was to be put on drip to further trigger the natural labour. With lack of food and water, i could see the fatigue building up in my wife. I was utterly helpless then. Time crawled literally. The CTG scan was anything but promising; When gynae visited us around 1230pm with the ill outcome, we made the painful decision to go for cesac. I felt the time stopping when my wife was put on GA and pushed into the operation theatre.
I was told to wait outside the theatre by this staff nurse. She looked kind of scrawny and had this chip munk look. She was with us right from the time we were in the delivery suite, administering to the blood test and drips. For her age, i think she displayed total attentiveness to my wife and i, which made her look more and more like a chip munk.
I last saw my timex watch at 1345pm; One of the male nurse saw me walking around restlessly, and offered me to wait at the lounge just beside the theatre. I sat down and went on a 'stoned' mode. The splatterings from the heavy downpour outside somewhat calmed my restlessness. I supposed the lack of absolute rest the night before had a part in this.
I dont remember if i sat more than 30min. All of a sudden, i heard the chip munk staff nurse calling out for Felicia's hubby. I stood up, only to be greeted by this little boy snuggling quietly, swaddled up neatly in this glass cradle the nurse was pushing.
"I thought i told you to wait outside the theatre right? Here's your boy....."
Come to think of it, it seemed like the chipmunk nurse was reprimanding me right in the lounge. But at that point in time, it didnt matter at all.
Timothy was finally born at 1333 hrs. With a weight of 2.69kg( debatable ) and a length of 50cm, my new born started to turn our lives up side down for the next few nights up till now, with his endless loads of shit and cries that shook the peace out of our sleeps.
This was how it all started.
Everytime i log in to my own blog, i would remind myself how far i had come. Regardless of my achievements, i am proud to say that i have no regrets in all the things i've done up to now.
My boy was finally born on the 20th July.
Till then, i had full of apprehensions on how to be a good father, as well as being a supporting hubby for my wife who's been through so much physically, emotionally and psychologically.
Perhaps the only thing that both of us did not prepare mentally was the method of delivery. We had heard of many experiences how our lady peers had to be partially bed ridden due to recuperation from a cesac. With all the implications from an incision on the tummy, we only hoped for a natural birth.
Up to the due date (18th July ), our gynae reminded us that my wife's cervix showed no signs of dilation. We needed a dilation of 10cm in order for labour to proceed. So on the 19th July, gynae decided to induce natural labour by giving medication to my wife.
By 10pm that same evening, we were warded into Mt Alvernia; My wife was put under observation, in hope that anytime when dilation begins, labour can commence in the right environment.My wife was rather exhilarated when the cramps came in waves. But when gynae popped by on 12am midnight, there were no progress. All he could do, was to give another dose of the same medication. Throughout the night, my wife slept well. However, the intensity of the cramps started to die down...
Until next morning, we were sore to realise from the gynae's diagnosis that there were no progress. We finally advanced to the delivery suite where my wife was to be put on drip to further trigger the natural labour. With lack of food and water, i could see the fatigue building up in my wife. I was utterly helpless then. Time crawled literally. The CTG scan was anything but promising; When gynae visited us around 1230pm with the ill outcome, we made the painful decision to go for cesac. I felt the time stopping when my wife was put on GA and pushed into the operation theatre.
I was told to wait outside the theatre by this staff nurse. She looked kind of scrawny and had this chip munk look. She was with us right from the time we were in the delivery suite, administering to the blood test and drips. For her age, i think she displayed total attentiveness to my wife and i, which made her look more and more like a chip munk.
I last saw my timex watch at 1345pm; One of the male nurse saw me walking around restlessly, and offered me to wait at the lounge just beside the theatre. I sat down and went on a 'stoned' mode. The splatterings from the heavy downpour outside somewhat calmed my restlessness. I supposed the lack of absolute rest the night before had a part in this.
I dont remember if i sat more than 30min. All of a sudden, i heard the chip munk staff nurse calling out for Felicia's hubby. I stood up, only to be greeted by this little boy snuggling quietly, swaddled up neatly in this glass cradle the nurse was pushing.
"I thought i told you to wait outside the theatre right? Here's your boy....."
Come to think of it, it seemed like the chipmunk nurse was reprimanding me right in the lounge. But at that point in time, it didnt matter at all.
Timothy was finally born at 1333 hrs. With a weight of 2.69kg( debatable ) and a length of 50cm, my new born started to turn our lives up side down for the next few nights up till now, with his endless loads of shit and cries that shook the peace out of our sleeps.
This was how it all started.
4/23/10
I will watch your back.
Yes, you will need people to watch your back, especially in the work that i do.
I often face quite alot of challenges describing to people what i actually do at work ( NOPE i do not hold ping pong bats at the airfield - those chaps are marshallers on ground ). I guess i have already given up trying in reality, so i shall be consistent on my own blog as well.
If i was ever asked what it takes to do my job well, i would say humility. Its real lives that my colleagues and i deal with day in day out. Pride and emotions will have to be the last thing on your mind when handling those jets which keep increasing in numbers day by day. The working environment can sometimes be quite unforgiving ; It can only be worse if you have emo colleagues who take it out on you for no rhyme or reason. Nonetheless, green horns like me have to bite the bullet and continue relentlessly to explore the vast and everchanging environment in my job.
Which is why it is very important to bear in mind the screw ups you ever made and keep reminding yourself not to repeat those errors when something similiar happens. Ever since i started working solo, there had been some cases when my own vigilance fail me. Thanks to most of my colleagues who always had this I-WILL-WATCH-YOUR-BACK spirit,providing navigation services to aircrafts has never been this pleasant.
To those who have been patient and tolerant to junior controllers like me, i would like to say a great thank you. Its the professionalism displayed at work that keeps us all looking forward to do our best to make the workplace a better one to live in.
Yes, i will definitely watch over you folks. My pleasure. Cheers.
I often face quite alot of challenges describing to people what i actually do at work ( NOPE i do not hold ping pong bats at the airfield - those chaps are marshallers on ground ). I guess i have already given up trying in reality, so i shall be consistent on my own blog as well.
If i was ever asked what it takes to do my job well, i would say humility. Its real lives that my colleagues and i deal with day in day out. Pride and emotions will have to be the last thing on your mind when handling those jets which keep increasing in numbers day by day. The working environment can sometimes be quite unforgiving ; It can only be worse if you have emo colleagues who take it out on you for no rhyme or reason. Nonetheless, green horns like me have to bite the bullet and continue relentlessly to explore the vast and everchanging environment in my job.
Which is why it is very important to bear in mind the screw ups you ever made and keep reminding yourself not to repeat those errors when something similiar happens. Ever since i started working solo, there had been some cases when my own vigilance fail me. Thanks to most of my colleagues who always had this I-WILL-WATCH-YOUR-BACK spirit,providing navigation services to aircrafts has never been this pleasant.
To those who have been patient and tolerant to junior controllers like me, i would like to say a great thank you. Its the professionalism displayed at work that keeps us all looking forward to do our best to make the workplace a better one to live in.
Yes, i will definitely watch over you folks. My pleasure. Cheers.
4/20/10
Kena visited by unknowns
Wow...Its been close to 2mths of no post. And i found many weeds hanging around in my blog.
Aint sure if doing an entry like this will negate all these bots from posting on my comment page.
For those who still bothered to even click on my blogspot, i do more regular updates on my facebook. Over there you can see more pictures. Yeah.
Aint sure if doing an entry like this will negate all these bots from posting on my comment page.
For those who still bothered to even click on my blogspot, i do more regular updates on my facebook. Over there you can see more pictures. Yeah.
1/18/10
Expansions
Moving into my 3rd year of working life, i noticed that alot of things around me are expanding.
Many of my friends, for example, exercised less and became horizontally enhanced. I realised too, that my tummy is becoming more and more 'outgoing'. In the next few minutes after finishing this, i swear that i will sweat to clean the house and hopefully squeeze at least an hour in the pool to get rid of my unwantedness.
Family life is never a boring one. Seen quite alot of expansions in the house. First came the PS3 set that i got in late 2008... then came the rock band set that my SCE gang mates so graciously offered as a house warm gift. Not long ago, my wife bought a standing piano and started her journey in leisure piano playing. Once in awhile i would try my hands on the keyboard, imagining myself as guang liang( playing the chinese song tong hua )... but the 'soothing' music that came from the sound box was merely a figment of my imagination. My less-than-one-month old maestro classical guitar is always there to offer me consolations after trying my luck to piece up music from the piano.
A few days back, my wife wanted me to learn song signing from the 'breaking bread' book. I gave it a shot and found myself drawn to the marvels of sign language...speaking of this art of signing, I've started learning it from my varsity days( during one of the camps with WSC )but i had never learnt it properly since then. All that i knew were bits and pieces of signing volcabulary that i picked up from the HI community in St Mary's( and of course , my wife ). I always awe when i see my wife doing signing during mass... something that kicks the boredom out of a restless guy like me.
So many opportunities to expand... learning sign language dilligently, trying to pick up what those keyboards on the piano meant, spending time on games...Once upon a time i thought i was good in slalom( and regular in climbing )
With these preoccupations in my mind, i wonder how comfortable i can get for the year 2010, especially when the little one is coming this July.
Resolutions ? Probably not to expand too much of any sorts. Just wanna do what i have yet to accomplish for the past 28 years of my life.
Many of my friends, for example, exercised less and became horizontally enhanced. I realised too, that my tummy is becoming more and more 'outgoing'. In the next few minutes after finishing this, i swear that i will sweat to clean the house and hopefully squeeze at least an hour in the pool to get rid of my unwantedness.
Family life is never a boring one. Seen quite alot of expansions in the house. First came the PS3 set that i got in late 2008... then came the rock band set that my SCE gang mates so graciously offered as a house warm gift. Not long ago, my wife bought a standing piano and started her journey in leisure piano playing. Once in awhile i would try my hands on the keyboard, imagining myself as guang liang( playing the chinese song tong hua )... but the 'soothing' music that came from the sound box was merely a figment of my imagination. My less-than-one-month old maestro classical guitar is always there to offer me consolations after trying my luck to piece up music from the piano.
A few days back, my wife wanted me to learn song signing from the 'breaking bread' book. I gave it a shot and found myself drawn to the marvels of sign language...speaking of this art of signing, I've started learning it from my varsity days( during one of the camps with WSC )but i had never learnt it properly since then. All that i knew were bits and pieces of signing volcabulary that i picked up from the HI community in St Mary's( and of course , my wife ). I always awe when i see my wife doing signing during mass... something that kicks the boredom out of a restless guy like me.
So many opportunities to expand... learning sign language dilligently, trying to pick up what those keyboards on the piano meant, spending time on games...Once upon a time i thought i was good in slalom( and regular in climbing )
With these preoccupations in my mind, i wonder how comfortable i can get for the year 2010, especially when the little one is coming this July.
Resolutions ? Probably not to expand too much of any sorts. Just wanna do what i have yet to accomplish for the past 28 years of my life.
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