Please welcome the newest addition to the family — Little Dragon, if we are to take a cue from the lunar calendar, or Peanut, as I nicknamed him on a whim after seeing him all curled up in his sling like a tiny peanut in a nutshell.
He was born on the 8th of May, 2012 (at 37 weeks + 4 days) at 6.44 pm after a long and very, very painful labour. I still cannot fathom how I could have withstood the increasingly excruciating waves of pain that came regularly every 7-8 minutes since 8 am that day…and still found the strength to push in the end. The pain this time was so intense that I ended up sobbing at certain points — something that I’ve never done before. Looking back now, I realise that I should have asked for an epidural by midday, just so I could save up my energy for the pushing by evening. Theoretically, I would have been too exhausted by evening to barely even push. I am so grateful to God for giving me the strength and perseverance to see me through until the end; only He could have made it all possible. Above all, I am so grateful to God for blessing my family and I with such a lovely little boy. As I commented on FaceBook, the most important thing is that the baby is normal and healthy; everything else beyond that is a bonus.
I’ve been wanting to write this post since Day 1 but we’ve been very busy. Little Dragon/Peanut has been diagnosed with neonatal jaundice since Day 5 and had to be hospitalised for five days and, worse, undergo countless blood tests to check for TSB (total serum bilirubin) before, during, and after hospitalisation. His bilirubin levels are still on the high side right now but he no longer has to undergo photo therapy due to his age. Nevertheless, the doctors are running tests to check what could possibly be causing his prolonged jaundice.
For now, everyone in the family is still adjusting to the new addition and the yet to be established new routine. The twins are over the moon over their new baby brother — taking turns kissing him and touching him and marveling at his tiny fingers and toes and soft peach fuzz on his back and shoulders — and I often have to literally shoo them away just so the poor baby can sleep undisturbed.
I may be sleepless in KL once again but I’m far from complaining. I’m too busy running my fingers through my baby boy’s incredibly soft hair that no words can ever describe nor any video can ever capture. I’m too preoccupied inhaling massive gulps of his incomparably heady newborn scent. I’m too engrossed with the sight and feel of those perfectly formed miniature fingers curling up tightly around my own fingers that look gargantuan in comparison. I’m too absorbed with the feel of his warm little body curled up next to mine, unable to make out how it could have fit inside my belly not too long ago.
And in between the feeding, burping, changing, soothing, rocking, and holding, I’m simply too busy thanking God for giving me the gift of motherhood at a time when I least expected it, for giving me the opportunity to revel in its magic all over again. These are the times when life just has to be savoured one perfect moment at a time and blogging has no choice but wait.