We had a couple of other things on our schedule today, plus any time between 10am to 4pm is really not good time as high risk to get sun burnt, so I had to tell her that she had to wait until late of this afternoon.

She nodded her head and said “好” , but to be honest I really don’t know if she understood the concept of “waiting” or “afternoon” or any of my reasons that I tried to explain. The only thing I can see was when we passed by the playground in the morning, she saw it and got excited then she was kind of disappointed as we didn’t stop or head to that way.

This is where you can’t help thinking and wondering how their little mind is working, how frustrating they would feel as they couldn’t talk (with such limited language skills), get other people to understand them or make their own decisions.

How would they feel? Do they complain or oppose in their little heart? Do they remember the lies or excuses the adult said to them? If they don’t understand the logic behind what they were told, how do they get over those hard feelings that they just don’t get what they want?

At that point, you just feel that they are so vulnerable and innocent and you feel that you are responsible for not messing up their minds and looking after them well as much as you can.

So I took V to the playground after 4:15pm in the afternoon and spent about an hour there. She was trying every single thing in the park. I was like always, doing my guessing game, trying to figure out what she wanted to do or not wanted to do. I suppose that if it was not easy to me, imagine how hard it would be for her?

I think even the best parents in the world can’t say that they have 100% accuracy about understanding their toddlers, but we seems never bothered by this. Isn’t this a shame?

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I don’t know about other parents, honestly it has never been easy to me. All I can do is to think REALLY HARD and to TRY. Sometimes it works like wonders, sometimes it just doesn’t do a thing.

So this is another effort I made today. An egg carton to allow her to put small pompoms in different wells, and with poked holes in the carton, she can insert a wooden stick into it.

How long did this keep V going? Quite a little while, she seems fairly busy with her little hands. I loved it too, as it’s low cost and full of possibilities.

I find that the expensive commercial toys never really worked for my little one, though in my eyes they are really fun and educational, but every time they only had her attention for seconds, then was threw away.

The cheap, raw and coming-from-the-real-life materials, instead, always are her favorites. Don’t know how her mind is working, but the challenge, is being left to her parents. Being creative is no longer optional, it has become an order.

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Last night she decided to play this game at 11:30pm after about 3 hours sleep. Her eyes were wide open, she hit the cot with her hands, grabbed the bars to pull herself up. She practiced crunches and finally rolled over and greeted us on her tummy through the little spaces between the cot bars as if she was a little happy lion in a cage.

She smiled at us like a little old lady without teeth and she tried to talk to us with her recent added babbling sounds, such as “wa wa wa wa”.

I can’t believe this is happening. My husband and I were both very sleepy. I tried all the means to make her go back to sleep, just like what I have been trying in the past 7 months.

I rocked her, I pat her bottom, I made a pace, I danced and bounced around, I sang the songs, I breastfed her……I dim the light and I turned off the lamp……I picked her up and I put her down……I asked her gently to go back to sleep, I talked to her nicely saying it is the time for bed, I threatened her and I beg her to stop…… It made no difference, or if it ever had, what I have done only make myself more sleepy:-(

No, she hasn’t been sleeping a lot during the day. The truth is, she never has been;

No, I didn’t do anything different during the day lately;

No, I didn’t give her medication and I have not been drinking any caffein drinks myself (or maybe I should start to think about it, just be prepared for the night like this);

This is just her choice. I dare not discover how a 7 months old’s brain is operating. But thank you so much for making my life so interesting. I love you so much

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Vivian does the same thing. We often found her lying on her back in the bed and smiles at the empty ceiling. I looked, at the direction she faced…nothing is happening there. So we decided, if she loves looking at empty ceiling, why don’t we make the ceiling have something to look?

My husband says, how about your paper butterflies? Oh yes, those paper butterflies that I had cut before she was born….a very good idea! I was planing to make a butterfly mobile initially, but now they can wait.

So I cut more pretty butterflies with prettier paper this time and stuck them on the ceiling and wall, making it a flowing scene.

Now Vivian has something new to look. She absolutely loves them and is fascinated with them. She looks at them, greets to them, talks to them, smiles at them, sometimes even when she still had some tears hanging on the face after a cry.

They became good friends, Vivian and her butterflies.

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It’s quite funny as I don’t think you can try to NOT concentrate when you are under such a great deal of stress.

Anyway, I admit that I was getting very impatient at the end, and not sure if this is the cause of some tear, but I don’t see why I shouldn’t feel proud of myself, as I did it all naturally.

They said “the secret is not that the labour is not painful, it’s women being strong”. It’s truly right. A very unique opportunity to explore the strength in yourself, no matter you like it or not:-)

Anyway, soon after Vivian was born, I was given the injection on the side of my left thigh to help to push the placenta out. Comparing to the pain I had, it almost felt nothing. With the next contraction coming, I was immersed in the joy holding my little girl, and just did it without any effort.

However when the midwife showed me the purple and red placenta in a bucket and asked me if I want to keep it, I was completely freaked out. I don’t know what to do with this flesh-liked tissue, looking so surgically horrible. I shook my head madly and that placenta which had been holding Vivian for 40 weeks is gone.

The doctor came in soon after the birth. He congratulated on me, then quickly checked on Vivian and started to prepare for the stitching job.

It probably took at least 30 minutes to get the job done due to I had too much bleeding. I had been holding the baby for the whole time until she was finally transferred to the scale and got weighed after my operation.

She was 3.44kg and about 51cm, but soon I found out that she was probably under-measured with her length on that day as she was 57.5cm when she was 3 weeks old. The average growth of length in the first 3 months is about 3.5cm per month. There is no way she grew 6.5cm in only 3 weeks.

Anyway, the midwives began to clean up the birth suite now, I need to move to another room. Because I lost quite some blood, the first try on standing up was not successful. I was very dizzy.

I had another few minutes rest and finally managed to go to the bathroom and had a quick shower to clean up. I was wheeled to the other room.

Now in the new room, there were three persons left— myself, my husband and our baby girl. She was in sleep in a little hospital crib with clear plastic walls. From that moment on, our family had expended to three, and our new life has begun.

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