Myrtille's 4th week

As I said earlier, this week was a bit of a nightmare. But Yukyin managed to make some great shots of our little squid. You'll even have the chance to see her in a short homemade full motion video :)

Playing Super Mario in her bed:

SFX: Doiing Doiiing

Hunting for food...

Mum spotted!

Technique of the Tiger Claw!

RRRrrrrr: Myrtille's attacking mum's camera.

And the short video :)


:) Enjoy!

Hmm, Should I rename this blog into Myrtille's page?... Need to find some time shooting something else.

Being Patient

Dear reader,

How have you been lately? Fine I hope, been a long time I did not write anything. I have been very tired these last days although I think my exhaustion is not comparable to Yukyin's.

Myrtille is growing but she has a few issues appearing now. First, she has a diaper rash. We tried different solutions but none seems to give any results, right now, the only thing we can do is pray that it gets better and change her more oftenly, at least, changing her at the single sound of poop has made things a bit better. She also started to have some acne on the face along with some white spots. Everybody says that it is normal, so we are monitoring it and will seek medical advice at her coming MCH's visit.

Actually, we are getting more and more tired day after day. The lack of sleep I think, that's the worst thing. We still need to wake up at least twice a night, we are longing for a complete night of rest but we know that it won't come anytime soon. Hopefully, by next month or the month after next month, she'll at least let us sleep more than 5 hours in a row.

The problem is that with such a lack of sleep we are getting short tempered and we get easily depress. I started to have a peak of rage last week when I got in a uncontrolled thirst of hitting her and making her feeling pain. I am far from being proud of it, but for those who know me, they should understand how I am exhausted.

But I managed to overcome it, God is with us and I know that he is there to helps us get some sanity in our mind. It gave me an outlook of God's relation with humans. We only know how to cry but God is the one who is taking care of us. Myrtille is the same, she only cries for things and we provide her. God knows what is best for us and I hope I am giving the best to her too.

We always think that God is not listening to us but in fact He is surely preparing us to receive his infinite blessings. That's what in my mind when Myrtille is crying for food, she want it so much that our neighbor at the 1st floor should be able to hear her, but in our side, we need to get ready and get her ready, she need to get changed, Yukyin needs to prepare herself to get confortable so as to breastfeed her correctly, and once she got what she wants, she stays calm until something get her mind busy again. Patience. It's what it takes us to grow correctly. She wasn't born with and thus, we need to teach her to be patient.

Actually, so do us, we need to be patient with her.

I really thank you for your prayers and already owe you a lot, I hope we'll manage to be parents that she can be proud of, for the time being, I take this opportunity to tell my wife how much I love her and once again how much I am proud of her. She suffered and still suffers for our sake, giving her best everyday. Giving her her care, her love, her attention. I owe her a lot, she is doing more than twice the efforts I am doing everyday and my panda eye mask testifies how much I am giving out everyday.

I may sound a bit down, but I know that that's the long and hard path in raising a kid.

Please keep us in our prayers, we still need tons of them.

Pictures of our Growing little Squid

Dear Reader,

First, on the sad side of our family's news. We lost one of our bunnies. We place him at a refuge until Myrtille would be at least one month old. A very nice place where he got unlimited supply of food and care. He was probably getting old or something like that... On Friday, the manager called me at 3pm to tell me that he was not feeling well. At 4pm, she said he was getting a bit better and asked me to visit him. At 6pm, as I was on my way, she called me and asked me urgently to take him to the vet's ER but when I finally arrived there, the lady laid him in my arms and he cried out his last breath. He died in my arms less than 30 seconds I entered the refuge... That's the end of this week's sad note.

Now, back to our little dried shrimp. At the dawn of her third week. Myrtille is doing fine and... we are getting old.. Ahem... We are accumulating a huge amount of lack of sleep... Hope it will get better quickly.

Actually, I forgot to present her Chinese name, her name is : 曉萄, pronounced "Hiu To", it means "knowing" and "vine", as written in the Bible, God is the vine, and we pray that our little kiddo will walk in His path and take pleasure to know about Him. Also, vine and myrtille are both purple colored fruits which reminds us that we are to bear the Holy Spirit's fruits.

I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
John 15:5
But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. Against such things there is no law.
Galatians 5:22-23

Full of meaning, isn't it?

So this week little pictures compilation:


She was still 13 hours old. A little extra here.


Myrtille napping in the morning... After a messy night having us both rounding.. I was awake from 12 to 2:30 AM to make her sleep and Yukyin was awake from 4 to 6 for the same reason... Baahhh... need to have her reversing day and night back to the right hours.

Two Family pictures:


Taken at the hospital on her third day :)


Taken on her third week :)

And two other candid shots:




She was in our fellowship's Raymond's arms feeling nice and confortable.

That's it for Myrtille's news. Hope you like it.

Thanks again for all your prayers, I hope you don't mind me asking you to continue to pray for us :) Please pray for our health as we are getting tired by the endless repetitive meals of our little squid.