It’s a special day today because our little guy is now two weeks old.
It is also his second Sunday at church. When Ella was this age, it was her first time to travel from Kabacan (my hometown) to Davao and her first time to go to church because the olds there believe that babies should be staying inside the house until a month old.
I already made my mind that I am not going to teach the kids today but the kids from the neighborhood came and they are all been waiting for me for a couple of months now. Ella was very disappointed last night when I told her that I will not be holding class and she was sadly told the kids at church this morning. I explained to them that I am not ready and the girl next to me nods but then while we were singing, Ella came near to me and begged for the nth time to have a class and so I called them in the house. I haven’t prepared any lesson so I just let them watch a movie. Talk about multitasking, I did that again today. I was popping popcorn for the kids when Eman cried for milk so I took him on one arm while I shake the pot. I then put cheese powder on the freshly popped popcorn with Eman still on my arm. If you think that was all, you’re wrong because I still have to make juice to go with the popcorn so while I was holding Eman on my one arm making sure he’s getting enough milk, I stir a pitcher of water and several heaps of powdered juice. I hope there would be a volunteer to help me with the kids or take over the duty for the meantime.
Since it was promised to Ella that when we got here she could ride her bike in the afternoons, she had it run to and fro the off road with her friends.
She’s very good at avoiding these pools of mud. After her playtime outside, she came rushing to tell ask us if she could join the VBS of Alliance Church. She was very excited when we said yes. Donald and I had no problem with her joining other denomination’s activities as long as it is all based in the Bible. I remember when I was small, I also join the Wesleyan’s Sunday school, Church of God’s VBS and even Flores de Mayo so I know how exciting it would be for her. The church is at the back of the bus terminal. A little far from here but Donald will bring her there.
I almost forgot that tonight Eman had his first bottle.
I do not want to give him bottle and when he needs it on the next day after he was born to prevent dehydration, we used a syringe (of course we took the needle) to feed him so as not to confuse him between the mother’s nipple and the bottle’s. I was feeding him almost non-stop but tonight he was whiny. He would suck and after a few minutes she would kick and whine. He became more and more whiny that I suspected he isn’t getting enough milk or he was just a big eater so I asked Donald to make him 2 ounce of milk which he took down REAL fast. I mean, real real fast. That will be the first and the last, crossing my fingers, because we can’t afford NAN HA that was prescribed by her pedia.
After he finished the bottle, he still whines and I don’t know what’s wrong. I tried rocking him to put him to sleep and it took Donald some time to finally make him dose off. I bought this kind of silicone nipples that are shaped and designed to resemble like that of the mother’s nipple. I hope it won’t confuse Eman because if he will be like other baby boys that are not contented with mommy’s milk, I could pump milk and feed him through his bottles. And oh I noticed he wheezes that made me nervous
I hope I haven’t passed my asthma to him.











by Julie, on April 12 2009 @ 11:16 pm
We went to an Alliance church when I was a kid, when we lived in Roseburg.
… But since then we’ve only gone to either community churches or Baptist churches.
Ella looks so cute on her bike!
I remember the first bottle we had to give Jared.
It was so hard… When I tried to nurse him he would suck and suck, and then SCREAM in frustration. So I tried pumping… Nothing. *sigh* So we finally broke down and made him some formula that we got from the hospital and when I have it to him, he was so relaxed when he ate that we knew he was finally getting full. (Me and my defective boobs.
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