We’re home… again.


We are home today. HOME! Four days after coming home the first time round, we discovered Jireh was hot, real hot. It was 12 midnight and we zipped in to the Thomson 24-hour clinic. He was 38.6 deg celsius hot and in our new-parents-world, that’s burning! We were warded for observation and then we were told his jaundice also shot through the roof at more than double the acceptable level. So our three-day “staycation” began… and these are a few things I learned:

  • I can wear my dirty milk-and-puke-stained rags for 3 days 
  • Graham did not brush his teeth for the same time
  • Seeing your child sick is more painful than childbirth itself 
  • Switch places with your husband and sleep on the sofa instead when it’s impossible to sleep on the bed beside a snuffling newborn
  • Perfectly loving mums can feel like throwing their cranky babies away 
  • Crankathon is when baby wails to be fed, latches on and refuses to drink, falls asleep, is put down and starts wailing again — repeat for 3 hours
  • The cake shop opposite Thomson starts selling waffles at 7 in the morning
  • It’s perfectly normal when your paed compares preventing regurgitation with bursting beer  bubbles 
  • I love to be home! Even if it means cleaning your own toilets and getting your own food!
  • Truth is for trusting: God is doing exactly what he says in Romans 8:28 even when I don’t like what’s happening 

And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.


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