My Girl, Alyssa

You must be very surprised to see the resurrection of this blog after it was kept inactive for 10 months. You must be wondering what happened to the blogger during this 10 months. And you must be thinking what the blogger could have accomplished in such a short period of time......

As the title suggests, yes, I am a mother now. I have just given birth to the love of my life, baby Alyssa (of course I have a few loves of my life, my family and my lovely hubby).

I wouldn't say the entire process of going through the pregnancy and labour was a pleasant one. It was in fact draggy, torturing and painful. But on the other hand, 9 months of pregnancy had indeed nurtured me to become a selfless mother. A mother who would give up her slender physique, her love for coffee and occasional booze, and of course her reluctance to follow a strict dietary advice, ie undercooked meat, raw fish, cold salad etc......Not to mention, walking around with a waddling gait while being pregnant, shopping frantically for cool and not so "maternity" looking clothes, and finally juggling a full time job while being physically tired all the time, on top of the usual morning sickness and gastric reflux throughout the pregnancy.

10 Dec will now be marked as a special day in our calender for many many years to come. This is the day that our little princess arrived. Despite staying awake all night due to the induction and labour, we were carrying her in our hands and watching her sleep even though we were extremely exhausted. She has tiny mouth and full chin just like me. She has single eyelid and Asian eyes, which she takes after KH. She was tiny and warm and she only weighed 2.85kg at birth. We just couldn't take our eyes off her!

Now Alyssa is coming to 1 month old. I have watched her grow up and put on weight everyday. I have participated in her daily activities, from feeding to bathing, from crying to smiling. I have also enjoyed the moments with her around, even though she is just sleeping soundly in her cot. I have come to decide that I want to be with her and witness every single milestone that she achieves.

Forget about not being able to squeeze into my old jeans and pencil skirts. I am a peacock proud mum!