Sunday, October 31, 2010

Finally!!!

Guess who's FINALLY arrived?

VITAL STATISTICS (for uncles and aunties to buy 4D)

Name: Heng Kaili Gaby
DOB: 31 October 2010
Time of Birth: 04:55 PM

Weight at Birth: 3380 g
Height/Length at Birth: 50 cm

More pictures to come once Mummy and Gaby are more presentable, and Daddy has more time to upload photos...

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Prepared & Waiting...

Pregnancy supplements - Omega 3, Multivits, Iron+folic acid, and my thyroxine hormones

Gaby's car seat and bath tub awaiting...

Labour positions for the early stages

Hospital bag all packed
And the list of last-minute items that can't be put into the bag just yet..

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My Husband -- the Boy, the Man and the Daddy


More about the man in my life cum reason why I'm in Zurich housewiving and waddling about with a baby in my belly...


Before I came along, Lionel's first love -- his food

(That's my Mummy in the background in her batik housecoat, pullover T-shirt and hotel slippers to keep warm.)

Sunday lunch -- Laksa made from Prima Deli mixes sent with love from Lionel's mum. Fishballs bought from an Asian supermarket here. Luckily Lionel is quite indiscriminate about the quality of his fishballs. Anything round and  mildly fishy counts as fishball. Yellow mee? Nope, that's spaghetti. No quail eggs here (they are deadly overpriced) but a nice chicken egg in each bowl, and a few prawns.

I came out of the shower one night to find Lionel watching "I Am Legend". And this was one of those suspenseful scary-music scenes where a monster was about to jump out from somewhere in the dark. I didn't manage to catch a picture of him peeking at the screen through his fingers though. Observe how tensed his arms are next to his macho fearless built. ;p


Ah.. the Daddy of a man sterilising Gaby's milk bottles and the breast pump parts -- a project I got him started on because Sundays can get really slow moving here if there was no activity of the day.

Lionel ma man set up our first fireplace fire! It's officially autumn in Zurich now. Daily temperatures hover  around 7 degrees these days and our central heating isn't doing much of a good job.


On the right is our very first stash of firewood. We rented a Mobility car over the weekend to buy this two crates of about 20kg of small logs and larger logs. It was quite an experience trying to ask the sales people where the firewood was kept. "Feuerholz" I tried -- a literal translation of fire+wood. Three helpful counter staff directed me to charcoal. Well, we eventually got hold of our firewood. Upon reading up on the englishforum.ch later on, I found out firewood is called "brennholz" -- burning wood.

It was both our first time setting up a fireplace. With completely no scouting experience, Lionel built the fire with the help of WikiHow and other useful internet sites. It's amazing what kind of help and advice you can get off the net nowadays. We natives of tropical weather even needed help getting the safety latch off our BIC lighter.

http://www.wikihow.com/Remove-a-Safety-Band-from-a-Bic-Lighter

Anyway, our fire didn't last more than an hour. Better luck next time.

The morning after...

Friday, October 15, 2010

Mum and I

My mum arrived last Wednesday morning. I was so excited about her coming because her presence would change my daily routine and provide much needed company now that I've stopped my German language classes and am in the waiting phase for Gaby to pop.

So what have we two women eligible for priority seats on trains (one senior citizen and one heavily pregnant) been up to? Speaking of giving up seats for the elderly and the pregnant, this is something I have been meaning to mention for a while: Singaporeans are not as bad as the Swiss when it comes to being a caring society. Here, not only do most people not offer their seats to either one of us, the sitters can confidently look you in the eye. In Singapore, at least there is some sense of social guilt (aka. paiseh-ness) and sitters would pretend to be asleep, or at least avert their gaze.

Yesternight, we three gallavanters (Lionel included) went to watch a Cirque du Soleil show, Varekai.

Lionel discovered 50% off tickets while browsing the German newspapers at the gynae


The tram was extremely crowded (like the buses and trains at peak hour in Singapore). One lady, whom I guesstimated was about my mum's age, offered me her seat. I felt so paiseh, but she insisted and I thanked her profusely. Alas, I think she wasn't Swiss (her English wasn't Swiss accented).

These social observations make me reflect, as an educator, on why there still is a place for Moral Education in schools -- as archaic, laughable, and top down many of us think it is. That is partly where norms of a caring society and civic mindedness are established because an individual in such an education system would realise the same message, and hence standards and expectations, are being conveyed to his peers as well.

Anyway, back to Mummy and me. It's so nice to be mummied all over again before I have to do the mummying myself.

Mum has been a busy lawyer running her own sole proprieter firm for the past twenty years. While she is officially retired now, she was going to the office tidying affairs up till the day she left for Zurich. Thus I think it is interesting to document aspects of this sharp transition into housewife/grandmother/retirement-hood as it happens.

In the past week, Mum, who belongs to the generation of computer-internet migrants, has been learning how to operate on my small red laptop. She's learning how to use Gmail (more effectively), check the remnants of her work e-mail, read The Straits Times ePaper, watch episodes of Desperate Housewives and play DVDs on the computer. 

She has also been:
  • learning the bus routes to the many supermarkets here (decent Coop, disappointing Coop, Migros with butcher, Migros sans butcher, Asian supermarket, Turkish shop with the only oranges that are edible by our standards), 
  • learning the niche of each supermarket (like how the most value-for-money eggs come from Denner, best half-baked bread comes from Migros and how salted butter can only be found in Coop), 
  • and developing an applicable affinity with marketing techniques used to modify housewife behaviour (e.g. Aktion = sale, meats based on price/kg, 15% discounts on Saturdays, vouchers offering more customer points etc.)

We signed up for a 45Franc/year library membership at the equivalent of our Clementi Central. With that membership, I can borrow up to 25 items at a time. And these items include English books, children books and games, CDs and DVDs!!!! The DVD part really called loudly out to us. On  our first day at the library itself, even before registering a membership, Mum plonked a chair next to the DVD shelf and selected 8 DVDs with English options. Since the titles were in German, she relied on who was starring in the movie to make her choice. (Names afterall don't get Germanfied.) So we've got Cate Blanchett, Christian Bale, Richard Gere, Colin Firth, Meryl Streep, Tom Cruise, Robert Redford, Judi Dench, Kate Winslet and Michelle Pfeiffer with us right now.

But alas, upon checking out did we find out that while we can hold the books for a month, the DVDs are due in a week and are non-renewable. Mum had chosen so many "in case I went into labour" and she had nothing to do and didn't know how to get to the library. Anyhow, this circumstance gave her another home activity: reading the English synopses of the movies online so she could prioritise which shows to watch first.

Mum has also been finding a rationale everyday to reason why Gaby should come each night.
  • Because she (my mum) has safely arrived already
  • Because the house is in order
  • Because I have finished packing my hospital delivery bag
  • Because she has learnt how to go to the supermarket already
  • Because she has learnt how to operate all the machines in the home already
  • Because we watched Varekai with all its thrilling theatrics that would excite Gaby
As you can see, most of the reasons hinge on Gaby arriving when everything is in order. Oh well, Gaby, let's see if you're going to do that or if this is just wishful thinking on our part.

And every dinner, she makes sure we cook more so that there is at least one portion left over for her lunch the next day should I go into labour that night.

Besides reading the ePapers, checking her mail, watching Desperate Housewives, enjoying one of our 8 DVD movies with me, cooking red/green bean soups on my special daughterly request, and calling my Dad and her friends, there still is quite a bit of time as a housewife/housegrandma. So she busies herself and finds miscellenous things to do, like this:

Sweeping and collecting leaves off the balcony in her housecoat

I don't suppose any of her clients is going to be viewing my blog and seeing their lawyer in this very unglamourous outfit and position. ;p

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

37 weeks and waiting...

When are you coming Gaby?
(Sketch courtesy of my talented sister, Cuiwen. Colours added by Lion Daddy.)

Monday, October 4, 2010

What's in a Name?

Dear Gaby,

Today marks the 37th week that you have been growing in Mummy's belly. You are officially full-term now and if I start getting contractions and signs of labour, the hospital isn't going to worry.

From the sonogram last week, you were a pretty average and healthy 2.5kg. Mummy's belly has gone all ugly from you stretching my skin as you get bigger. Now, my belly looks like a canvas with an abstract painting of tongues of fire. But alas, I think you will make the battle scars of pregnancy all worth it.

Dad and I have been spending some time on your name. For someone who is not particularly sentimental or into rituals and symbols, I never thought I would be fussing over the meaning of your name. To my surprise, I found myself shooting out emails to friends who have a better grasp of the Chinese language to check whether the characters I chose for your name convey what they are intended to.

So now, what's in a name? Afterall, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.

Let's start with "Gaby". 

Unfortunately, you were not named after some commendable personality. Dad and I are avid followers of this American drama series, Desperate Housewives. One of the leading characters is called Gabrielle, and is frequently called Gaby. So that's how it started.

But deciding on "Gaby" took a while because it needed self-convincing and a lot of "personalisation" to make the name "ours". To begin with, "Gaby" isn't quite a popular name in Singapore, nor is it popular among Daddy's relatives as we came to find out when they asked about what we had in mind for you. Furthermore, it sounds incomplete and improper, because it is seen to be a truncated form of "Gabrielle" or "Gabriella". Gaby has the potential to sound too babyish, or too bimbotic as well. 

Why we still went ahead to stick on with "Gaby":
  • For the lack of any other pleasing alternatives, we were referring to you as Gaby for a good while from the time we the gynae spotted three lines on the sonogram and told us we were expecting a girl. Thus when we had time to rethink your name after the less than favorable responses came from Dad's family, we found it even harder to find a replacement, because it was hard to change the name that we had grown so accustomed to, and had so much affection associated with.
  • From the Singaporean kiasu perspective: The "g" in Gaby would put you in the first half of the class register. Having read some research done in classrooms, and my own experience as a teacher, I have found that teachers call on names higher up in the class register more often. I think that that would give you a slight advantage at school, especially in a Singaporean classroom where we still have 30 to over 40 pupils.
  • Why extend your name to a Gabrielle or Gabriella, which both sound distinctively Latino -- a culture far from ours -- when in the end, most people will call you Gaby? Besides, Mummy isn't very fond of girl names that end with an -ah at the end. With no offence to people already called these names, the -ah's in names like Anna, Adrianna, Luana, Julia, Sonia and Sophia make them more palatable and predictable as feminine names.
  • "Gaby" is a name that is slightly confusing because it is androgynous -- it could have been short for Gabriel, a boy's name, too. Mummy, in her own quirky sociological way of thinking, likes that kind of uncertainty and fluidness. People aren't going to be quite sure about whether you're male or female, until they see a sex marker, or you in person. I like that because there are so many unconscious gender expectations we have once we know the sex of someone, and keeping that a mystery for a while gives people more time to figure you out as a person first, before understanding you as a girl, or a woman.
  • Gaby is short and phonetically easily pronounced by people of any culture. We are afterall living in a very globalised world these days. Just look at Daddy and Mummy's families. Uncle Jo is studying in the US, Aunty Cui is in Australia, Mummy studied briefly in California too, while Dad did his Degree and Masters in the US, and now we're in Zurich while he does his PhD. We have cousins and friends who have made their homes in so many parts of the world as well. So since you are going to be exposed to many cultures, we want to make sure that your name doesn't get horribly mangled by speakers of other languages, and that you do not have to go around correcting people on how to pronounce or spell your name.
  • Mummy believes that if you grow up to be a nice girl, "Gaby" will become a much more popular name simply because people associate the name with someone nice. Right now, for the lack of exposure to people of that name in Singapore, "Gaby" is just not immediately popular.
  • The process and rationale behind choosing your name, is also partly how Mummy hopes your life can turn out: down to earth and fuss free, not having your sex come in the way of your decision making and those made for you, self-defining and confident of being different.
As you can see, most of these thoughts come from Mummy. There hasn't been very much use of the pronoun "we" to include Daddy in this description of how we came to settle on your name. Daddy, the much more practical person that he is, doesn't care so much about what goes into your name, as much as what goes into your cot and room, and which breastpump to get for Mummy. 

(Mummy was pleasantly surprised to find that Dad had done some research and printed out some application forms on childcare for you already. There is a crazy waiting list here in Zurich for childcare, but we hope to get you some exposure to other children and caretakers before you get back to Singapore.)

Now, for your Chinese name. The characters chosen are again, not going to be who you are as much as they are the aspirations Mummy have for you.

 慨立 
kăi lì

A similar rationale was used in ensuring that the phonetics of your Chinese name are pronounceable. That meant that I was avoiding sounds like qi, qin, ci, jing, xi, xing, xiu etc., which non-Chinese speakers have difficulty figuring out how to pronounce, and even when they do know, find it hard to shape their mouth correctly to make an accurate sound. Furthermore, your Daddy speaks no Chinese.

Kai Li also has an English-sounding equivalent, Kylie, which is also a name made popular by singer Kylie Minogue. We did not have so much trouble getting approval for your Chinese name, especially from your Nek Nek, because it is definitely way more feminine sounding, and less uncommon. Daddy, too, took to "Kai Li" way faster than he did with "Gaby".

And well, if you never grow to like "Gaby" the way we have, you can always choose to use the safer "Kai Li".

So after figuring out the sound of your Chinese name, Mummy had to choose the characters.

 (kăi) comes from 慷慨大方 (kāng kǎi dà fāng) -- which means generous. This is one of your Daddy's strongest personality traits. It is this generosity of not just resources, but of heart, that makes him both so likable and happy. Daddy is always willing to give. He takes care of his friends and even people he doesn't know very well. He is also not quick to judge, and doesn't bear grudges.

 (lì) is taken from 独立 (dú lì) -- independence. As what Mummy's Chinese advisors have told her,  has never been traditionally used for female names since independence is not a classically desired attribute of a female, especially not in Chinese culture. But independence, for Mummy, doesn't mean being all feminist and independent of men. The independence I hope for you is that of your mind and life. I hope you will be able to confidently choose your own paths in life without being excessively subjected to peer pressure or mass culture. While there still are societal norms that are worth abiding by, we let many less consequential ones limit us needlessly.

Dear Gaby, even before you are born, there are so many hopes and dreams for you. I hope, too, that I will not crush you with these aspirations I have for you. Imposing her desires on us is what my own mother has made sure she never did, and I hope I can give you that gift as well. If I ever do get stifling, promise me you'll gently let me know.


Love,
Your Mummy