Cheryl developed a fever in the middle of the night and I decided to take a day off from work to attend to her. In the morning, I brought her to the doc as her fever persisted.

After her milk at 3pm, I put her down for her nap but when I went to check on her again, I found her shaking terribly. She was lying on her tummy, her usual sleeping position and when I turned her around, I had the fright of my life. Cheryl's lips had turned blue and her eyes rolled upwards. I panicked and started crying. At that moment, I thought I had lost her. I kept crying and calling out her name. I grapped my bag and went down to catch a cab. Thankfully, a neighbour who was leaving the carpark saw the anxiety and desperation on my face and offered us a ride to the hospital.

I completely lost it... in the car, I was calling out to Cheryl to try to keep her conscious but I think she didn't hear me. She went all limp and was groaning. She was not responding to my calls at all... That was the longest ride that I have taken. In the hospital, she was immediately given medication to stop her fits. The whole time, I was terribly worried and was in tears. I didn't know what else I could do to relieve the discomfort she was feeling. I felt rotten that she had to go through this and even worse when I was helpless. When she regained consciousness, she started crying and she even tried to reach out to me. It really killed me to see the tubes on her. She had an oxygen mask over her face and it must have felt uncomfortable. She was extremely drowsy from the after effects of the medication and despite that, she didn't want to go to bed. She was crying for as long as 3 hours. She has never cried so much. When Daddy saw her, he broke down in tears too. Yes, our hearts bled.

She finally fell asleep but she woke up 2 hours later. This time, she was more alert and could interact with us. When she said "Wah", my first thought was, "My baby is back." The next day, she was much better and was more playful. But her movements were slow and she was rather unsteady. Her milk intake also decreased but at least, she was cheery and could do the tricks that we asked her to. Her fever subsided and was kept at bay. Both nights, Daddy and Mummy kept watch over her, hoping that she would recover soon.

She is at home now, sleeping. She is still rather unsteady and cannot crawl as fast too. But she has lost weight and is still probably weak from the whole episode. When she came back home, the first thing she wanted to do was to crawl around and do the things she usually did. She must have missed doing all these things.

She is a survivor; I mentioned this before and I still say she is. She is a brave little girl.

By the way, I made her pinkie swear that she will never, ever do this again!

I finally took the time to do do up an invitation for Cheryl's birthday bash. I should have done this a long time ago but... well, there are no excuses now.

The party will be a small and private one consisting of some very close friends and family members of course. I still can remember her One-Month-Old celebration where the guest list somehow ballooned to more than 100 guests.

Cheryl's guests, remember the party will start at 6 pm, not 7 as stated ... I tried more than once to change the timing on the invitation but it was unsuccessful... and I thought I was savvy enough... what a joke? Forgive me for flooding your mailboxes and when you reply, please remember to include the total number of people coming. Food is catered and I promise you, they are good!

Of late, Cheryl has developed this rather bad habit. She used to be able to take naps at a stretch of 2 hours or at least 1.5 hours.

There were times when she would wake up after 1 hour, but usually putting her back to bed was effortless as long as we could pat her quickly enough.

But recently, she seems to not be able to sleep as soundly. Even the slightest noise like the telephone or the door bell will wake her and no amount of patting will do after. Sometimes, only sometimes, carrying her may help.

This is not very good because then usually by 7.30 pm, she will be fussing and wants to go to bed. And if she sleeps so early, she will wake up for her night feeds more often. Now, she will wake up at 11 pm, 2 am and 5 am. Just a week ago, she would wake up only twice; at 1 am and 4 am.

Some time in December last year, Cheryl was down with very high fever and we had to bring her down to KKH for checkup. That was the time she received her first hair cut and thereafter, I said she resembled a boy.

Her hair has been made into a Scholar's Brush. Just what is a scholar's brush?

Well, it is made from baby's first haircut and a specially selected brush holder engraved with words of well wishes and encouragement. The calligraphy brush is presented to a baby with wishes of health, happiness and fame in the future. The making of “baby hair brush” dates back to Tang Dynasty of China.

We had Cheryl's name in Chinese and the phrase "奇文瑰句, 斐然成章" engraved on the handle.

Granduncle Chee came up with this to keep Cheryl entertained. She was thrilled just to have that little tub of water with her bath babies. She was so ecstatic, she didn't even say bye to me. Hmm... actually, she did not even look at me when I pretended to leave the house.

Mummy hits the big 3-0 today!

Yes my darling, it's Mummy's birthday today. But you know what? I think I don't look it... I hope I don't look it! Hmm... actually, so what if I do look it? Mummy can go on and on about this but I think, there are more important things in life to dwell too much on this. Afterall, beauty is only skin deep. Yes, I will impart this profound knowledge to Cheryl.

Cheryl woke up and gave me a beautiful smile, a smile enough to brighten my dullest moment.

I bought her another book yesterday but she was not as keen. I think she is not into dogs.

So this is how Mummy looks now...

Granduncle Chee was pleasantly surprised today. I bought Cheryl her own mobile phone... a toy albeit. But she held on to it like it was the real mcoy.

This morning, Granduncle Chee passed Cheryl her phone and pretended to call her. He told Cheryl that the first thing that she must do when she picks up the phone is to say "Hello". He repeated the word twice and Cheryl then said it very loudly and clearly. Granduncle Chee looked up at me with his eyes so big, I tell you, if I wasn't there to witness the whole scene, I would not believe it myself!

Cheryl can say words like "Aunty" and "Doggie" very clearly now. But she does not say them often and usually, when she is pressured to say them, she will keep mum. Then when you least expect it, she will utter them and give you a pleasant surprise.

If ever I needed to be resuscitated, you know who to call!

She really looks like she knows what she is doing!

Uncle Douglas has taken up Squash and Granduncle Chee managed to find this antique in the store. Apparently, Granduncle Chee used to play the game when he was younger.

Look what Cheryl is doing...

Today, my baby, Daddy and Mummy would have been married 3 years.

Uncle Douglas offically ended his days of being labelled a child and became a teenager. I came home with a chocolate cake to celebrate the occasion. I didn't know which flavour to buy but then again, I figured I can't go wrong with a chocolate cake. I mean, everybody loves chocolate cakes!

Cheryl was very excited and she didn't understand what was going on. She was mesmorised with the flame and the candles. After Douglas blew out the candles, we lit them again, this time for Cheryl to practise for her coming birthday celebration. Training!

But she didn't know how to do it. We on the other hand, were blowing into her face, whistling and calling her name, trying to get her to mimic what we were doing. She was very happy and we got her to clap along as we sang the birthday song.

Soon, my dear! Soon, birthdays will become more exciting!