whispers for your weekend

  
This beautiful weekend that’s coming right up…may you stop and slow down enough to be at rest. 

To be thankful for the chance to take a break, for the smell of homecooked food and yummy baked goods, for the hugs and kisses from loved ones, for sweet fellowship with your friends, near and far. 

May you seize every opportunity to play, to let your heart get lost in the wonder of the simplest things. May you stop to stare at the clouds, and realize how sovereign our good God is. May you write, draw, doodle, create…whatever your heart desires. It’s never too frivolous if it makes you soul-happy. πŸ’– 


+ the recipe for the Blueberry Custard {pictured above}:

1/2 cup butter

1/2 cup honey

1/2 cup plain yogurt

4 eggs

1 tbsp vanilla

1/4 tsp salt

2 cups blueberries (enough to layer the baking pan)

1. Place butter in 8×8 pan. Place pan in the oven while it pre-heats to 175C. Remove pan once butter has melted. Set it aside.

2. In a bowl, whisk together honey, yogurt, eggs, vanilla, salt and melted butter. Place blueberries evenly onto pan. Pour batter on top. 

3. Bake for 45-50 mins till custard is set. Remove and let it rest for few minutes. Enjoy warm or chilled. 

Happy weekend friends! 

One afternoon…

I found Ellie with scratch marks on her right cheek. It must be her fingernails, so I chided myself for not clipping it sooner.. Anyway, I expressed out a little breastmilk and rubbed it on the marks. Very miraculously, the redness left within the hour! 

I actually tried taking a photo of her, wanting to let Bren know about it. But this funny daughter of mine saw me whipping out my phone and started looking straight into it and she then kept smiling, haha. 

This was the successful picture after she relaxed from her “pose for camera mode”. 😬

  
This was her smiling away in the beginning. πŸ˜…

  
Happy Thursday everyone! 😘

Everyday routine

Now that Ellie is 3 months old, we’ve settled rather nicely into a regular routine. Some days are a bit different, especially when we bring her out, but for the most part, we try to stick to it as much as possible. 

It has been one of the most helpful things to have as a stay-home mum. Juggling a few things, yet at your own pace, honestly requires a lot of discipline!

  
Here’s her routine at 3 months:

7am wake time, Bren feeds and plays with her while I prepare her bath items.

8am bath time, and nap right after

I usually take this time to get a bath myself, and if I can squeeze in a bit of exercise before that, I already consider the morning a win. ✌🏻️

10am next feed, a few minutes of tummy time, and nap at 11am

This is the time I prepare my lunch, and once a week, I order a bento set to be delivered, so I don’t have to think of what to cook, haha. 

1pm next feed, change her diapers, play with her and nap at 2pm

I try to complete as much housework as I can during this nap time. 

4pm next feed, and I bring her to the nearby park for a stroll if the weather permits. I notice that she’s usually quite knocked out after that and so she naps pretty easily at 5pm.

Between 5-630pm, I prepare dinner and freshen myself up before Bren comes home. I freshen Ellie up at 630pm, she takes her next feed at 7pm, and goes for bedtime right after. 

If Bren happens to be home early, he gets to see her before she sleeps. πŸ™‚ She then sleeps from 730pm to 12midmight, we wake her for a dream feed, then she wakes for another feed around 5+am, sleeps and wakes at 7am, where another day starts again. 

Of course the timing is not specific to the dot, but it does give me a useful guideline to regulate her day and give her a secure sense of what to expect. Thankful that she sleeps long enough at night too, so Bren and I can have our time together and watch a bit of tv. πŸ˜› 

It’ll be interesting to see how it develops in the months to come! 

Thanksgiving for January :)

  
It was a bumpy start of the year for me, mainly because of physical discomfort from breastfeeding issues. Had to go for surgery in mid-Jan, and it was crazy pain. πŸ˜– But! God’s grace amazingly saw me through the ordeal, and I was honestly just looking foward to quickly having it sorted so I could finally have a genuine sense of a “brand new year”…a “fresh start”. 

I love a blank slate. πŸ™‚ It represents so much. 

New dreams, new possibilities, new hopes, new mercies every morning from my good Lord. 

And Ellie has settled into a more stable routine now, and smiles a lot at people she’s familiar with. It’s such a joy to see. She’s quite a chatty little one too, and babbles a lot especially during nap time, haha. 

So thankful for the new things that God is working in my heart about, and I’m looking foward to seeing how this 2016 turns out to be. πŸ’ͺπŸ»πŸ’–

Let’s have a fun and blessed year ahead! 

3 months!Β 

  
Has it been a quarter already?? I sometimes get flashbacks of our first few days with Ellie, and am always amazed at how much we’ve gone through with her. Each aspect of motherhood is so sanctifying, and my heart has never been the same ever since we first got the chance to lay eyes on our sweet baby. 

Every day holds new adventures with this little one, even if the daily routine remains the same. Night feeds hold precious memories of us semi-awake and stumbling around, trying our best to meet her needs. The breastfeeding journey has not been easy nor smooth sailing too, but the rewards are plenty. 

I can only imagine it gets better from here, each month sweeter than the last. πŸ™‚

😘😘 May your weekend hold intangible treasures too, with just the right amount of breathing space for you to stop yourself and soak it all in… Let’s stop the busy, let’s pay attention. 

No more rushing past smiles and giggles. Let’s stop and pay closer attention. Because before we know it, February will be turning up at our door. 

//+praying this article ministers to someone: “When God’s Answer Is Not What We Expected

May we learn to trust God more each day, for He is our Creator, and the One who holds it all. 

Guilt-free snuggling

  
It had been a while since the last time she fell asleep on me. 

There was a period of fussiness that Ellie went through in the first and second month, which led us to rock her to sleep in order that she got the rest she needed. It was tiring, but she was still so young and we did it in order to survive the days, haha. 

When she started cooing and babbling in the middle of her second month though, I could sense that she had the ability to understand us a little better and she was now more secure too, so we decided to try transitioning her slowly back to sleeping in her cot, on her own. It went seamlessly! πŸ™‚ 

I was definitely thankful and happy because it meant I could have more time to settle household chores, cook, read, and have my pumping sessions more frequently. However, there was also a tinge of sadness that the days of the past were over – just like that. Gratitude and wistfulness co-existed in that moment. 

One evening, she was crying for more milk – possibly because of her growth spurt period – so I fed her. She ended up sleeping on me right after. My first thought was to hold her upright for a few minutes before laying her back to sleep on the cot. 

But while holding her, I stumbled onto a few mummies’ comments through a forum on how we should just treasure the times that our babies fall asleep in our arms, because they really grow up so quickly. My heart resonated so much with that. 

Suddenly, all those guilty feelings of “should I be doing this? should I be holding her to sleep? will she get used to this and fuss when she doesn’t get it next time, and others will point it to my fault?“……just left me, especially when I realised how much I need to remain in each present moment to receive the gifts that God desires to give me. 

And that includes the heartwarming gift of having my sweet baby fall asleep on me.

So…

I placed my phone down. 

I held her snug-tight.

I propped my pillows into a nice, comfy position.

And I just held her…guilt-free, with no fear of spoiling her…no fear of what others may say. 

I held her knowing that this too will pass, and when it’s all gone, I’ll be very sorry I missed it. 

I closed my eyes, and we just slept together. 

Till Bren came home after work. 

It is now one of the sweetest moments locked in my memories of motherhood. 

Absolutely no regrets. πŸ˜‰

//just out of curiosity, how was it like for all you mummies reading this? Did you have the same struggle? Were your babies easy to put to sleep from the start? Would love to hear from you!

whispers for your weekendΒ 

Few days back, I walked away from Ellie for a short while during her playtime, and when I came back, I found her half-unbuckled, grinning away! πŸ˜… 

Had to take a picture to show her papa, haha. 

  
May your weekend be full of lovely surprises and pleasant memories. May you soak in His presence each hour and receive the love He so desires to lavish upon you. 

Even if your days are harder than you think you can bear, may you be reminded that you are never truly alone. He promises to go through this journey with us, friends. 

  
May all of us spur one another on to just.take.one.more.step.

Together. πŸ’—