Over the moon

So everybody, meet the newest member of the gang...



We may have walked on the moon 40 years ago yesterday and the sun be totally eclipsed tomorrow but nothing beats the feeling of having a new baby.

Cheers...

Having No.3

So Mum-in-law is flying in today to help Wifey with her confinement periods, although the word confinement is used very loosely in this case. Wifey hates being confined and certainly will not stay in bed or away from the shower for more than 2 days in a row.

Somebody once said that the birth process is a 鬼門関 or a set of "deathly gates" that women go through. It's a reminder of how fragile we are. There are a million things that can go wrong, especially with Wifey who doesn't take too well to most medication, including painkillers and anesthetics.

To everyone out there who's been praying with us, thanks.

...yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for Thou art with me...

The trouble with names

So how? 7 days to go before No. 3 pops (or technically speaking, gets ripped out via C-section) and I am unsettled about her name. Faith and Joy were givens but No. 3? We're temporarily calling her Peace. But, hey, Peace is an uncommon name. Any suggestions for a synonym? Preferably short and sweet, single syllabus. Argh...

On the other hand, the Chinese name sounds nice.

Oh yeah, and the administrative inconvenience of having a kid outside of Singapore, and in China, of all possible places known for bureaucratic SUBARs...