successfully flipped @ 15 weeks!

Found her trying to flip yesterday, so I quickly took my phone to record it down.

She still couldn't flip on her own on 20 Sep. She needed us to turn her to her side before she could flip. But 2 days later, there she is, flipping on her own! And she managed to demonstrate twice to her 奶奶 and my 大哥大嫂！

The next thing is to teach her to flip back on her own! :)

the bittersweet victory of the bottle battle

Little PJ drinking peacefully from the bottle is a lovely sight to behold, but this didn't come easy, at all.

I started bottle-feeding somewhere in mid August, in preparation of me returning to work on 17 Sep. (You're right, it's just that 5 days away). I replaced one feed in the afternoon with bottle, for a few days, before progressing on to 2 feeds, then 3 feeds and so on. Things were pretty smooth when it was just one bottle. But slowly, when more and more feeds were replaced by bottle, little PJ started to show rejection of the bottle, and declared war with us.

She would cry at the mere sight of the bottle, and cry even louder when the teat touched her lips. (In case you do not know, her cries are usually very loud and persistent, enough to bring the whole house down). And this went on for every feed, for more than 2 weeks.
There were a few times her sobs were so intense and heart-wrenching that I wanted to just give in and nurse her. Yet I knew that I must press in and continue the bottle-training, because I would not be able to nurse her when I start work. So my mum (she is the one feeding little PJ in the day - and will continue to do so after I start work) had to pacify little PJ and try her very best to make her drink.

Now, little PJ is at peace with the bottle. Just occasional fussings. The bottle battle has been won. But it's bittersweet victory because I do miss nursing little PJ. This is something that only I, her mother, can do. No one can replace me. Not Papa, not Popo, not Yeye. It's a special time that we spend together. Now that this time is greatly reduced (now I only nurse her once at night and when we are out), I do feel a tinge of sadness. Like, something special has been taken away.

Sighs, of a full-time working mum.

Now, my prayer is that little PJ can adjust to me returning to work and will not restart the bottle battle again. Here's a photo to end:

Mama, no more milk milk?

vaccinations again... double OUCH this time!

Needle-inflicted thigh. There's one more on her other thigh which I didn't capture.

Brought little PJ to the doctor for vaccinations yesterday. Though she had 2 jabs on both her thighs, her cries this time round were less qi cham than the previous round. She only cried for less than 5 minutes and was able to be pacified by mere carrying and patting. (I had to nurse her the previous time.)

As expected, she developed a slight fever today. She drinks slightly less than usual, and cries at the mere sight of the bottle, again. (Sigh!) But I'm thankful that she naps longer today, and that she is still rather cheerful during her wake-time.

After her 1st feed in the morning. (Still in her pyjamas, haha!)

After her 2nd feed. Still smiling (after the crying feed, of course)!

Now she is napping, and I pray that her temperature will go down soon, and the bottle battle will not restart all over again.