Goodbye, 8 Days (print)

I feel poignant holding the last print issue of 8 Days in my hands. Started reading 8 Days when I was 11 and bought it faithfully every week (almost!) till today. 8 Days isn’t just any usual magazine because my family and I practically grew up together with it, reading their drama synopses, entertainment news, food reviews and whatnots.

My little one may never know how it is like to look forward to a magazine to hit newsstands, and thumb through the colourful pages for entertainment news when you finally have the copy in your hands. Because Instagram. Sigh.

I suppose my tingle of sadness came also from the hope that 8 Days could continue in print, being the last (few) stalwarts of print magazines that could sell relatively well. But I guess we have to embrace being digital because this is the future of communications.

If not now, then when? Eventually, they will go digital. In the meantime, thank you, 8 Days print, for accompanying my childhood, teenage years and young adulthood for the past 20 years!

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She just turned 7 weeks old!

10 weeks ago, I was wondering how life would change. Here I am, with the baby at her 7th week, now sleeping in our room as I type this post. I am amazed at seeing her in real life — from black and white ultrasound pictures to a real being whom I can cuddle. I still cannot believe that the foetus that had baked in my womb for almost the past one year is now in my arms. Isn’t God amazing and wonderful? Praise the Lord!

Our baby has been so blessed and loved, since conception till her birth. Sometimes I can’t believe that everything has been rather smooth thus far — everything was just right– like how baby waited till 18 January for the Caesarean section (when she could have come out earlier — that would have been an emergency c-sect), how her jaundice level was just at the acceptable level which allowed her to be discharged, how I had so much help from my family members, especially my mom, my MIL and my sis since the baby’s birth. God revealed to me that He cares and He is my provider, such that everything will be just right, just enough.

Challenges may come after I go back to work, especially with my work nature, but I will take each day as it comes. Each day has its own worries. I believe God will provide everything to be “just right”, “just enough”. He knows what I can bear…

Meanwhile, I’m enjoying the time without having to type emails, read newspapers for work muahaha. For now, life is about waking up to feed, changing diapers, talking to baby, pacifying the baby, pumping and napping whenever possible. It’s not bad… :p

In about 3 weeks’ time!

In about 3 weeks’ time, life as we know it will never be the same again. Counting down to seeing our baby face-to-face!

Am I prepared? Not really… but so many have said that it will be worth it. Trusting in the Lord Jesus for His joy, grace and wisdom through all these. May the Lord be our guide in this journey…

#36weekspregnant

I dreamt of my baby

It’s the last month before life changes forever next month. And this morning, I had the first dream of my baby.

In my dream, I was frantic and was wondering what I had missed out. Then I realise I have a baby.. and she’s out. She was sleeping soundly in a cot, in the room where DR and I were in when we were still staying with my parents. I peeked into the cot, and she was sucking her pacifier, sleeping soundly. Mom was also standing near me.

“She looks like me when I was a baby,” I thought in my dream.

Then I woke up… and I felt God assuring me that my baby will be out to see us soon… counting down to end Jan 2018!

An eventful lead-up to being 30

So, here I am, writing as a 30 year-old. I have finally reached the milestone of being 30 recently. But boy, from the last post to my current one, so many things have happened all at the same time.

Anxiety, fear, grief, loss, joy, hope, strength – all in the past one month before my 30th birthday.

11 August – the passing of Ah Ma and hospitalisation of my dad.

15 August – the passing of DR’s aunt after a 3-month fight against a rare brain disease.

These were just one of the few major things during this period that made me shed tears, made me realise how important family are, and how precious our lives are.

God has been so gracious to me and our family. He is our good Father who comforts us and gives us hope and strength. I believe that as I enter into the next season of life being in my 30s, God wants to remind me that He is my help, my strength and my hope. I really cannot stop marvelling at how God had placed angels to sustain me during those trying times.

Dad was discharged on 21 August. And he is regaining his daily functions. For that, I thank God for healing him, and giving mom the strength, patience and love to help him, even as she is dealing with her grief of losing her own mother (my Ah Ma). I truly thank God for making these trying times short, and helping us along the way. In the future, we don’t know what will come, but God is there, and He is the unchanging anchor we can always trust.

 

 

 

 

Lord, show me your glory

I was trudging my way back home on Friday evening after work. My day was mundane, my soul was down, my relationships were not exactly rosy and I felt unaccomplished in so many aspects. It was one of those days when you feel, you know, sian. I was dissatisfied.

So I requested to God, “Lord, show me your glory. I know when I see your glory, my soul will be filled once again.”

God replied, “See my glory in the cool evening breeze that you are feeling on your face. See my glory through you breathing and walking right now. See my glory in the house that I have given you. See my glory in your parents – I have kept your mother safe from an accident she met earlier this month.”

And joy and hope filled me. Because the Lord has shown His glory and love to me.

Farewell, Mr Lee Kuan Yew (16 Sep 1923 – 23 Mar 2015)

Earlier this morning, it was announced that Mr Lee Kuan Yew, our nation’s first Prime Minister, passed away.

I teared scrolling through the pictures and articles of him on my FB page after reality sunk in after work. He is gone forever.

My prayer now is for his family to be comforted in this grieving period, that Singapore – his passion in life will continue to be strong, and lastly, that the prayer I made for him last year will be answered.

Quoting my mom, “李光耀去世,好像我们的家人离开这世界一样.”

Farewell, Mr Lee Kuan Yew. 

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Remembering Mr Lee Kuan Yew

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