My 12th week

Today marks the 12th week since I arrived into this beautiful world. My mummy decided to commemorate it by starting a blog for me.

I was born on 25th November at 2334, just 26 minutes short of having the same birthday as my daddy. :( The last 3 months had not been easy for us especially my parents as I was having one problem after another or multiple at times.

My mummy had to stayed in the hospital longer than required because my jaundice level was too high. And being born during winter in Germany didn't help as there's hardly any suntanning to be done. Alas, it was kept under control after the 8th day and we could all go home.

The most sticky problem which still exists until today is the wind in the tummy, so frustrating and painful. It gave us many sleepless nights, tons of noise pollution, and lost barrels of tears. Hopefully, it'll get better and we can all have a good night's rest soon.

Another problem linked to this is getting rid of body waste. I'm outside of the norm as breastfed babies are supposed to pass motion very often. It started with every 6th day, and got daddy/mummy really worried as the tummy gets so bloated, coupled with the "windy" problem. Alas, my digestive system started to behave and it became every 5th day, but still my parents are very worried. Now, my "schedule" is every Tuesday and every Friday, every 3-4 days. Since it's more predictable, daddy/mummy is less worried.

The biggest and most worrying problem must be my navel. We are all very glad that it is nice and beautiful now. :D Babies' navels are usually dry and clean after 2 weeks, mine was still oozing wet after 1 month. My parents got very worried and had to "summon" the midwife to come by even on Christmas eve. After the Christmas holidays, it was a frantic schedule shuttling to and fro to the clinics and hospital. The doctor at the local clinic was so sloppy that he aggravated the problem and caused me skin inflammation. He then sent us to the hospital to have an operation as he insisted that the problem will not go away on its own. When the doctors at the hospital first saw my tummy, it was all red. They got worried and said it could be inflamed. Lucky for me, my daddy insisted that it was just the skin outside and not the inside. It gave all of us a scare as we do not want to have an operation and do not want to spend new year in the hospital. So we returned to hospital the next day and it got better. I was under constant monitoring over the next 2 weeks. Phew! My navel is wonderful now because of my relentless and caring parents. I'm rewarding them now with my beautiful smiles and laughters.

Here's my family photo... finally taken after my "uncle" came to visit us.