Category Archives: Olivia

Today is Saturday March 24, 2018
  • A little about rashes…

    Babies are bound to get them at some point… On their face, on their bum-bums, on their arms… Whatever… Wherever…

    Little O has developed a bit of a rash on her face recently – just little pimple spots. Doesn’t help that we live in a scorching hot country. Aggravated by the fact that she likes putting her hands in her mouth, slathering her entire face with spit.

    My point is – a little rash is no big deal. It’s no where close to being the end of the world. It is not worrisome if the baby is not uncomfortable. It shouldn’t be a focus point. If it’s not getting any worse, it will go away eventually (at least that is what I have noticed with Little O’s rashes) – perhaps when the weather gets cooler.

    I am ok she has a rash. It is fine (this is my husband’s favourite phrase by the way -he should try to get the copyright to that line. Ask him anything and he’ll say “It is fine”. Sometimes, even when you don’t ask him anything, he will say “It is fine”). I wipe it with some water whenever I can, I apply a cream for heat rash for her.

    Having a little rash is NO.BIG.DEAL.

    My husband is wise… Well, he has a wise friend who told him when he was somewhat fretting about a lump that Little O once had on her back. His friend said, “Why are you worried about an itsy bitty lump on her back – you know what my brother’s daughter has? A hole in the heart”.

    There – I said it… There are so many bigger and badder problems out there. OMG! Truly.

    I thank God everyday for Ollie is safe, healthy and happy.

    It’s ok if she is going scratch herself on the face because she has long fingernails – stuff like that happens cos her mummy can’t keep up with how fast her fingernails are growing!

    It’s ok if she has a little rash.

    It’s ok if she gets bitten by a mosquito.

    There are bigger badder things out there. Seriously. So lets focus away from Little O’s facial rash – we don’t want her being too self-conscious now, do we?


  • Week 19: You Rock My World

    Dearest Ollie,

    I am still deciding if I should start calling you Livvy instead… that’s more feminine.

    And I am still trying to get over how much I love you! Though I don’t think that’s possible.


    It is quite easy to make you smile… all I have to do is go “geh-geh-geh-geh-geh”. For some reason that highly amuses you.

    There, that is you holding your arms out for me to carry you…


    Actually, not really… You were just trying to catch my hands (and probably pop them in your mouth). You like pinching now… so I get lots of pinches from you especially when I am dressing you after your bath.

    Talking about baths… You love your baths… each time I bathe you, I get soaked too because you like kicking water and making sure there is no dry spot left in the bathroom.

    The screaming has stopped, and you go to sleep rather easily for day time naps now… Once upon a time, your PaPa asked me when you would learn to fall asleep by yourself… I guess this is the week you did. You fell asleep playing; by yourself…


    I did a victory dance and high-fived myself a dozen times when this happened…

    Turning over is more natural to you now… I don’t have to wait days and days before you turn over again from your tummy on to your back.

    Seeing you grow and seeing your smile is one of my greatest joys my little precious toothless baboo!

    Love, MaMa.

  • Week 16 – Constant change

    Dearest Ollie,

    Silly MaMa thought you are now 4 months till my friend pointed out that you would only be 4 months on the 5th of July.

    And 4 weeks has gone by since I last wrote.

    You still like change a lot. Just when I thought you’d nailed your routine – you will change. For an entire week you would sleep through the night and awaken only when we wake you up – what a dream baby! And suddenly you would think it is more fun to wake at 5.30 or 6am, and you would do this for a couple of days… and start waking up only when we wake you again.

    You’re a screamer. This has been quite constant. You would scream and scream inconsolably when you are tired. You are the perfect example of a cranky baby. Just like your PaPa – no one gets to mess with your sleep. So what I do now is, I put you in your cot before you get tired. You would not fall asleep straight away, you would move your head right and left a couple of dozen times, you would giggle, you would suck on your fingers, you would coo, you would stamp your feet till the entire cot moves, you would fuss a bit, sometimes you would cry a bit for me to pick you up – but you will eventually fall asleep. But what I would have to do is to stand by your side while waiting for you to fall asleep, though you don’t look at me all the time, you would know when I am not there anymore and will cry out for me. Sometimes you are real good and will fall asleep in 10 minutes, and sometimes you would make me wait like a ding-dong for over 30 minutes. MaMa spends alot of time waiting for you to fall asleep… but it sure beats your screaming, because you are capable of screaming for 20 to 30 minutes before you finally calm down and fall asleep. And sometimes when you do it all right and fall asleep by yourself in 10 minutes, I will do a little victory dance for you. I am that proud of you. You also have a bed time chant when you are tired. Its not really a cry… but a howling like sound, woo-woo-woo… and you do this when you’re tired from crying, and just about to sleep.

    About two weeks ago, you flipped over, from your tummy on to your back – twice in a row. So motivated you are to not be on your tummy! And then we couldn’t get you to flip over again for another 10 days – and then you flipped over three times. And now, you wouldn’t do it again. You would just rather bury our face in the floor and scream. You wouldn’t even bother lifting your head up – you look like you would rather suffocate first, though you probably know I will come to your rescue.

    You like sucking your lips… and you do it so voraciously! And so loudly too! Because you have no teeth, you do it really really well. If ever they gave out medals for lip sucking, you would win the gold medal.


    You are also very good at reaching out and taking everything I give you… and straight in to your mouth it goes. You kiss everything given to you.


    You also love watching television.

    How is it I have only known you for such a short time, and yet I feel like I have loved you all my life? Every time you smile at me or I am able to make you giggle, my heart goes out completely to you and I know I will do anything in my power to keep you safe and happy. I feel so proud of myself when I can make you giggle.

    Baby girl – I love you so much.




  • Week 12 – And still not a fan of tummy time

    Longest tummy time to date – 8 minutes and 37 seconds; and look at your frown as you have no choice but to be on your tummy since I still decide how you lie down… Hahahaha…..


    Mirror mirror on the wall… who is the fairest of them all…


    Someone said to me this week – hey, you shouldn’t carry her about too much, she might get too attached to you.

    Me rolling my eyes – and how else are you suppose to get around? It’s not like you’re gonna be getting from one point to another on your own at this moment are you?

  • Week 11 – Giggles… and the SCREAMING!

    Hi baby girl… Look how grown up you look now!


    This week – MaMa saw how you reacted to a boy. You giggled, and you coo-ed, and you smiled your widest toothless smile. What a flirt! You definitely have an affinity for young men. Well young lady – no short skirts, and no going out with boys till you’re 18. Though your PaPa will think that 30 would be a more appropriate age for you to go out with boys.

    This week, you also thought it would be fun to start screaming before each nap in the afternoon. You would scream your lungs out… and nothing MaMa or anyone else did would be able to console you for at least 20 minutes. Baby Ollie – it’s not funny, and you have totally worn me out.

    My friends reassure me it is just a phase you’re going through… and I need you to get over this phase soon. Why can’t you just be into vampires, goth¬† or Justin Bieber?

    This is your picture 3 minutes all happy and chatty before you started your screaming ritual…


    Love, MaMa