Jove grew so much hair in the last month.
I can even style his hair.
Afro. :)
Okay, this was my attempt to see Jove with hair. Ha ha.
Anyway, hubby smsed me in the morning, "Today Jove is 1.5 years old." I replied that he made a mistake in typing.
Hubby said that Jove has been with us for 1.5 years. 9 months in the womb, 9 months outside.
Definitely the best 1.5 years in our life.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Friday, March 16, 2007
Friday, March 9, 2007
in sickness and in health
I spent the whole day with my in-laws today and leaving Jove with mom. Dad-in-law had a stent procedure this afternoon. I kept mom-in-law company while he was inside the angioplasty room.
Three of us spent the day chatting in the ICCU (Intensive Cardiac Care Unit), something I've never done before. I mean, this time it was only me with them, no one else around. All of their children and the only son-in-law were working, I was the only person not working. It was good being with them. I got to know a lot of interesting stories from their youth, especially their love story.
I brought a thermos with ice packs and a bottle for pumping. Easily granted permission to pump in one of the unused obsevation room. I used marmet technique for manual expression. No hassle of bringing pump. :)
When dad was brought into the angioplasty room, mom and I waited (and prayed) in the waiting room. Everything was going on great. We were called to watched the video of the procedure and listened the explanation from the doctor. Of course, dad has to watch his diet more strictly now, but he can continue his daily activities as usual.
And so does hubby. Chubby hubby was ordered to check his cholesterol level first thing in the morning tomorrow.
When I got home, Jove cried and asked for feeding straightaway. He latched for hours. A payback for the missed feedings, I guess.
Three of us spent the day chatting in the ICCU (Intensive Cardiac Care Unit), something I've never done before. I mean, this time it was only me with them, no one else around. All of their children and the only son-in-law were working, I was the only person not working. It was good being with them. I got to know a lot of interesting stories from their youth, especially their love story.
I brought a thermos with ice packs and a bottle for pumping. Easily granted permission to pump in one of the unused obsevation room. I used marmet technique for manual expression. No hassle of bringing pump. :)
When dad was brought into the angioplasty room, mom and I waited (and prayed) in the waiting room. Everything was going on great. We were called to watched the video of the procedure and listened the explanation from the doctor. Of course, dad has to watch his diet more strictly now, but he can continue his daily activities as usual.
And so does hubby. Chubby hubby was ordered to check his cholesterol level first thing in the morning tomorrow.
When I got home, Jove cried and asked for feeding straightaway. He latched for hours. A payback for the missed feedings, I guess.
another teething
Jove has been restless for two days now. Very difficult to get him to sleep and he started biting me while feeding again. I suspect that the upper front teeth are coming out. Poor baby.
Thursday, March 1, 2007
on death
I received a call from an old friend of mine yesterday. Her mother had died, she told me, crying.
She is my primary school friend and we used to go to each other house. Our friendship deepened in junior high then we parted. We went to different senior high school, then to different countries. We met again when she moved back to Indonesia. I brought my husband and my baby in the womb visiting a pretty, smart, and confident young woman. We met her mom too. Her mom was as pretty as I always remembered her, but she looked frail. Cancer has eaten up her body.
I met them again a month after my baby was born. My friend visited me twice. Then I didn't hear anything from her again till yesterday. Her mother has died the day before and was buried in the morning. She said she was relieved that her mom was now free of pain and suffering, but she still found it hard to accept the loss.
Death always hit the ones left behind. We are left with one empty gaping hole in our lives... Our only comfort is that God has a better place and that we will be united with the person again one day.
Meanwhile, I can only pray that my friend will have enough strength to accept the hard reality. God bless her.
She is my primary school friend and we used to go to each other house. Our friendship deepened in junior high then we parted. We went to different senior high school, then to different countries. We met again when she moved back to Indonesia. I brought my husband and my baby in the womb visiting a pretty, smart, and confident young woman. We met her mom too. Her mom was as pretty as I always remembered her, but she looked frail. Cancer has eaten up her body.
I met them again a month after my baby was born. My friend visited me twice. Then I didn't hear anything from her again till yesterday. Her mother has died the day before and was buried in the morning. She said she was relieved that her mom was now free of pain and suffering, but she still found it hard to accept the loss.
Death always hit the ones left behind. We are left with one empty gaping hole in our lives... Our only comfort is that God has a better place and that we will be united with the person again one day.
Meanwhile, I can only pray that my friend will have enough strength to accept the hard reality. God bless her.
glorious morning
The cool wind was blowing hard this morning. The sun shone brightly and spread its golden ray all over the blue blue sky. Glorious indeed. I took Jove for a nice walk.
Thank God for the morning.
Mt 7:7-12
Jesus said to his disciples:
“Ask and it will be given to you;
seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds;
and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
Which one of you would hand his son a stone
when he asked for a loaf of bread,
or a snake when he asked for a fish?
If you then, who are wicked,
know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your heavenly Father give good things
to those who ask him.
“Do to others whatever you would have them do to you.
This is the law and the prophets.”
Thank God for the morning.
Mt 7:7-12
Jesus said to his disciples:
“Ask and it will be given to you;
seek and you will find;
knock and the door will be opened to you.
For everyone who asks, receives; and the one who seeks, finds;
and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened.
Which one of you would hand his son a stone
when he asked for a loaf of bread,
or a snake when he asked for a fish?
If you then, who are wicked,
know how to give good gifts to your children,
how much more will your heavenly Father give good things
to those who ask him.
“Do to others whatever you would have them do to you.
This is the law and the prophets.”
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