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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Check out these funny and innovative New Year's Resolutions! Enjoy     these and make some for yourself...Surely you will enjoy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li class="b"&gt;Just for today, I will not sit in my living room all day in         my nightdress. Instead, I will move my computer into the bedroom. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt; I will no longer waste my time relieving the past, instead I will         spend it worrying about the future. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will not bore my boss by with the same excuse for taking leaves. I         will think of some more excuses. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will do less laundry and use more deodorant. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will avoid taking a bath whenever possible and conserve more water. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Assure my lawyer that I will never again show up drunk at a custody         hearing. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will give up chocolates totally. 100%. Completely. Honestly.... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will try to figure out why I *really* need nine e-mail addresses. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will stop sending e-mails to my wife (husband).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I resolve to work with neglected children -- my own. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will stop sending e-mail, ICQ, Instant Messages and be on the phone         at the same time with the same person. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will spend less than one hour a day on the Internet. This, of         course, will be hard to estimate since I'm not a clock watcher. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will read the manual... just as soon as I can find it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will think of a password other than "password." &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will not tell the same story at every get together. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will stop considering other people's feelings when they so         obviously don't consider mine - if that unwashed fellow sits next to me         again, I'll tell him he stinks! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will not hang around girls - they think you love them and that         sucks. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I will not ring the stewardess button on airplanes just to get her         phone number. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b class="a"&gt;Resolutions You Would be Tempted to Keep... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For those who are scared of making resolutions here are some resolutions     they would actually be tempted to keep!! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul class="b"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spend more time watching TV / movies. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Chat more over phone / Internet. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Read less. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I want to gain weight. Put on at least 30 pounds. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stop exercising. Waste of time. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Procrastinate more. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Drink. Drink some more. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Start being superstitious. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Spend less time at work. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Stop bringing lunch from home: I should eat out more. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Take up a new habit: Maybe smoking! &lt;/li&gt;
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Dear Lord, as I close the door on this old year, &lt;br /&gt;
I ponder on the things I've done... &lt;br /&gt;
on the things I've said and the joys I've had... &lt;br /&gt;
then I wonder, have I lost or won? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've thought of the new friends I have made, &lt;br /&gt;
and of the old ones staunch and true... &lt;br /&gt;
the path of the old year was made easier Lord, &lt;br /&gt;
because I have walked it with You. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I think of all the many times, &lt;br /&gt;
when my burdens were so heavy to bear, &lt;br /&gt;
and how my faith slipped away from me... &lt;br /&gt;
but somehow You were always standing there. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now as I open the door to this New Year, &lt;br /&gt;
and carefully peep inside, &lt;br /&gt;
I wonder what it holds for me... &lt;br /&gt;
but I'll throw the door open wide&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And whatever it brings to me and mine, &lt;br /&gt;
I'll meet it with a heart so true... &lt;br /&gt;
I know that, Lord whate'er it may be&lt;br /&gt;
You'll be there to carry me through. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Mrs. Merrel Thompson &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-7312430122642474488?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It's been one and a half month since you left us. We miss you... How're you doing in your new home? Though you stayed with us for a short 9 weeks, our lives have been touched and changed. One thing for sure, it will never be the same. Eva has been asking about her little brother because she hasn't been able to understand that you've been taken to a new home by our heavenly father. We'll meet one day at that wonderful place, and I believe that you're being taken care of and are happy there. It's a blessing to have you in our lives. Sometimes, when we see other adorable babies, tears are welling up but we have managed to hold them back as we know you wouldn't want us to be upset.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, we need to go now. Will catch up with you later. Please send my best regards to your kind guardian angels. Do be a nice boy, okay?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With love &amp;amp; hugs,&lt;br /&gt;
Dad, mom &amp;amp; Eva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cousin Froggy I &amp;amp; II...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Then, one day, she was showing off to her granny and mommy that her aunty Ann's making her froggies to play with. So, her loving granny very tactfully asked her "nice" aunty Ann if the little one's just making up the story. OOOOooopsss! Aunty Ann has therefore stayed up late for two nights to finish off the sewing and tadada... here they are. The cousin froggies I and II!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby froggy paying a visit to her cousins ;P&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well, I still haven't thought of the names for each of the froggies that I've sewn. But, that's not the main point here. :) Anyhow, when I finally put the froggies in her little hands, she was so happy that she couldn't stop giggling! That really warms my heart... so glad to see that she loves those "alien-like" froggies. (My friend commented that my froggies look more like "ET". I would rather think that ET looks like a frog! hahaha... no offense...)&lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't expect the second baby to come this soon but I thank God for  blessing us with the baby. Eva's been fighting for attention (somehow she can just sense it....) and I have been really tired. We're happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-171778012249897025?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Well, the progress on this second sewing project has been slow. I just managed to get them all done yesterday. Voila! The happy family of three lil frogs, namely Daddy Frog, Mommy Frog and Baby Frog. I'm afraid they will just have to be stuck with these generic "names" while I come up with something better. Then again, these names are not too bad, they kinda grow on you, huh? hehehe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-5539743074063323498?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For the Nth time in the 11 months of mothering, I was tempted to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed. I consulted with my husband and my parents. I talked it through with my best pals. I considered the pros and cons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept thinking how hard it is to find a decent job these days, needless to say a professional position. I thought of a much-needed vacation, the lack of personal income and how nice it would be to make contribution to the household income and hopefully to take some loads off my DH who is the sole breadwinner now. I even thought it would be fun to get dressed up in suits, heels, and makeup again. On and off, these "pros" consumed me for one full week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even with all those pros I could list, it was the childcare realities that tilted the scale. I couldn't bear the thoughts of leaving my daughter with some strangers, probably letting her cry her heart out, for hours day in and day out. Mind you, she gets really bad separation anxiety. And again, if I were to go on a business trip, somehow I suspect I would suffer from the separation anxiety more severely. I could still feel the tightness in my chest when I thought of my niece who came home from child care with bruises on her lip one day and bite-marks on her arms and legs the other day. Just yesterday, there was a shocking news of a 4-month old baby boy died of hemorrhage, possibly as a result of the negligence of the nanny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGFAB4OhXQ/R5mZ8nmFyJI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0tWTg54t5vE/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC00257.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even though I am already rushing around in the morning to get things done before the baby wakes up and staying up late at night struggling to finish the house chores. I can't imagine the extra time and work required in order to get out of the door in the morning and the piles of house chores waiting when we're back from a long day of work, most probably exhausted... I thought of the tight schedule, the pressing deadlines, and the inability to take a quick nap when I need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contemplation went on for one whole week and then I finally came to my "senses". I am so blessed to be able to make the choice of staying home and to have a husband who wholeheartedly supports our decision. I have an incredible opportunity already staying home with my daughter and to grow with her. Raising her is the best professional job there is and I just need to learn to be content being home and enjoy it (though it can be a real challenge sometimes...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have found peace, my commitment to being a stay-at-home mom is renewed -- until the next temptation comes along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-1281251233138690014?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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After the delivery, I was exhilarated and that blissful feeling was with me until now... after 3 months. Even though I have a little mood swing now and then, it usually go away shortly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lately, I've had quite a few mood swings and episodes of meltdowns... sometimes tears just rolled out, for seemingly minute matters. I figured this shouldn't be overlooked so I did a little research and do a self diagnosis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depression that occurs within 6 months of childbirth may be postpartum depression. There is also what is called "Postpartum Depression with Anxiety/Panic Disorder". Here are some symptoms of postpartum depression:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loss of interest or pleasure in life&lt;/em&gt; -- too busy to think about this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loss of appetite&lt;/em&gt; -- well, I eat like a horse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Less energy and motivation to do things&lt;/em&gt; -- true, sometimes I need to drag myself out of bed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hard time falling asleep or staying asleep&lt;/em&gt; -- not a bit, I fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping more than usual&lt;/em&gt; -- I'd love to ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Increased crying or tearfulness&lt;/em&gt; -- hmm... this is close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling worthless, hopeless or overly guilty&lt;/em&gt; -- haven't gone this far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling restless, irritable or anxious&lt;/em&gt; -- all the time... now, can we do this faster?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unexplained weight loss or gain&lt;/em&gt; -- how I wish I can lose weight faster...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feeling like life isn't worth living&lt;/em&gt; -- this is serious... I'm glad that I'm still alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Having thoughts about hurting yourself&lt;/em&gt; -- my threshold for pain tolerance is way too low to do this ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worrying about hurting your baby&lt;/em&gt; -- can't possibly think of this one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In addition to having symptoms of "Postpartum depression", the new mother may experience:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;difficulty concentrating and remembering&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;difficulty making decisions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;difficulty completing simple tasks such as doing the dishes or the laundry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;insomnia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exhaustion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;loss of appetite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;may have suicidal thoughts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anxiety/Panic Attacks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A lot of the same symptoms just a bit more overwhelming, as the panic attack is added to it. Although the panic attacks are discrete episodes, the individual may develop varying degrees of nervousness and apprehension between attacks characterized by tension, agitation, vigilance and scanning. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A panic attack is, a discreet episode of intense fear reaching its peak intensity within 10 minutes from onset. Often associated with or accompanied by feelings of impending doom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At least 4 of the following 14 symptoms are present during an attack:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shortness of breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;choking or smothering sensation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;palpitations or accelerated heart rate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chest pain or discomfort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweating&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;faintness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dizziness, lightheadedness or unsteady feelings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nausea or abdominal distress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;depersonalization (feeling disoriented or that the world has become unreal)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tingling sensation (parasthesia)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hot flashes or chills&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;trembling or shaking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fear of dying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fear of going crazy or doing something uncontrolled&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-9177798600888058756?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love birds and don't want one to run into a clean window and get hurt. (I am compassionate.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't wax floors because... I am terrified a guest will slip, hurt themselves, I'll feel terrible and they may sue me. (I am careful and poor.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't mind the dust bunnies because... they are very good company. I have named some of them, and they agree with everything I say. (I am imaginative.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't disturb cobwebs because... I want every creature to have a home of their own and my family loves spiders. (I am kind.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't Spring Clean because... I love all the seasons and don't want the others to get jealous. (I am fair-minded.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't plant a garden because... I don't want to get in God's way, He is an excellent designer. (I am courteous.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't put things away because... my family will never be able to find them again. (I am considerate.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't do gourmet meals when I entertain because... I don't want my guests to stress out over what to make when they invite me over to dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't iron because... I choose to believe them when they say "permanent press". (I am trusting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I don't stress much on anything because... "A-Type Personalities" die young and I want to stick around and become a wrinkled up crusty old woman!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-5921256311201666994?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had a surprisingly smooth labour experience, considering the fact that I'm 33 years old (oops! spilled the beans... :P) and it's my 1st baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: The following serves more of a personal recount of events related to childbirth so do skip this post if you're uncomfortable with this info...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "show" turned up when I had an unexpected bowel movement at 3am! For a moment there I was confused as my obstetrician was so positive just 15 hours ago that I wouldn't be in labour in the next 48 hours. Anyway, the contractions started right after that but they're irregular. Thus, I went back to sleep and didn't get to the hospital until around 7 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I arrived at the hospital, I was admitted to the labour room straight away. There I was, strapped onto the bed and inspecting the ceilings for possible cracks. :) My contractions were not very intense but the dilation took place anyway. By around 9 am, my obstetrician instructed for the drip to be given. Now the contractions turned more intense, longer and with shorter intervals. @#$%^&amp;*! I know, it's to speed things up but it hurt so much that I could tear off the rail no doubt about it. My DH was there all the time and I appreciated every bit of it. (You're so brave and supportive. Love ya!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to push at around 11 am but no progress. Later at around 11:30 am when the obstetrician arrived he found out that the baby's presentation was a little off. Thus, he turned the baby's head to have it properly aligned. He joked that the baby was rather resistant towards that change of orientation though. Well, the pushing became easier now and I could sense the baby moving down the birth canal. By then I started to feel dizzy and blacking out because I didn't have my breakfast that morning! So I was given the glucose solution to boost my energy. Well, the lesson here is NEVER skip your breakfast, no matter what! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After pushing for about 1/2 hour or more, the baby was still struggling to come out. The "crowning" took place many times but she just wasn't quite out yet... That's when my obstetrician suggested the forceps should the baby's not out by 12:30 pm. Ok, I gotta admit that I freaked out on hearing the word "forceps" and couldn't bear the thought of those going into my body! It did work as the best "motivator" though, I pushed as hard as I could and there she was, my lovely baby gal, literary popped out of my body at 12:18pm. She was so pale, wrinkled, pink and small... She didn't cry much and I was so overwhelmed when she was left on my chest for that brief moment of skin-to-skin contact. Wow! our little princess... that was truly love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was trolleyed to the ward, I was so exhausted and ached all over. It felt like I was hit by a truck... Nonetheless, I've never been so content in my whole life. Thank you, Lord! Thank you, my DH and thank you, my princess Eva! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20620113-3323227012543443812?l=sakurasquarebox.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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