Yes that’s right my very first blog post is a letter to my son.
Dearest JJ, you turned one on 26 June and this is for you, hope that some day when you are old enough to read this you will be able to share some of the memories I have of you.
I prayed for you and you came. 10 months later and a good 23 hours of labour pains you came to this world to meet us. It took me awhile to get used to holding and nursing you but you never once rejected me. The confinement nanny came and left when you were 6 weeks old, and I had to take care of you without much clue of how to bathe, change and feed you. The first night taking care of you alone was a lesson learnt for both of us, you cried hard for a good 30 minutes before going to bed because mummy has no idea of what to do. (PS: recently you cried hard before going to bed too because, now being older you just want to play and simply refuse to go to bed!) But hey JJ we survived that and we got a hang of each other’s temperament. We bonded for the next 3 months before I had to return to work and you are left to Gong Gong’s care. I resented that terribly because I always wanted to spend time with you and watch you grow. Also, leaving you at Gong Gong’s place meant that I would see less of you since Mummy and Daddy stays at Grandpa’s place.

JJ at 2 weeks old
Hence I tried to make best of the little time I have with you by making sure that when I am with you I am the only one feeding, changing, bathing and playing with you so that we get maximum mummy and JJ time. But still to me that’s not enough.
Then came when you were 5 months old. You had UTI and that scared the wits out of a new mummy. I cried hard when sending you to the hospital as you could not even open your eyes. I cried hard when I saw the nurses bandaged your hands and placed a drip on you. Those 3 nights in the hospital were tough for you and me, but you were a brave and smiley baby and hardly fussed over the medications, the-every-two-hourly temperature checks and the constant diarrhoea due to the antibiotics. Boy am I so glad that you are well and laughing again.

JJ waiting for doctor at Thomson Medical Center
You quickly put that ordeal behind you and went on to learn new things. You started to roll, flip, flip very quickly, sit up wobbly, sit up well, get up on all fours, crawl, stand up on your feet and finally now crawling at really fast pace that we had to run after you. You learned to giggle and wink at me. And doing those when I am trying to put you to bed after a long day of work. You will be in my arms smiling, giggling and enjoying every mummy moment before going to bed. I too glad that you gave me a chance to do that and I savour every minute of it.

JJ at 8 months old
We brought you to Europe at 11 months old, and to everyone’s surprise you adapted really well during the 2 weeks. You hardly cry on the airplane rides and allowed most people to carry (maybe because those who carried you were pretty air stewardesses). You loved the snow and cold winds in Switzerland and did not mind sleeping in the pram for 2 hours while being pushed on cobbled walkways in Italy. In many ways you amazed me and you are a lot more than I thought at 11 months.

JJ on train to Top of Europe
And you turned one last week. I think you had a blast like I did as you simply refused to take any naps throughout the day and wanted to play. This is something out of ordinary for you. To mummy it had been a wonderful one year with you watching you grow from a newborn to a toddler. I do miss some of your baby moments (when you were 6 to 10 months) and sometimes I secretly hope that you wont grow out of it so that I can enjoy more of your babyness. I never thought that I am able to raise, give unconditional love, be patient, cry so much, get frustrated and worry/fuss so much (especially when you are having fever or teething) over someone until you came along.

Collage of JJ since birth till 12 months old
Though the time we spent may not be long, but mummy will make the best out of each minute with you as you approach your terrible twos year. May you grow up healthy and happy JJ.
Love, Mummy.