Sam the Caterpillar

This is a story about Sam, the 6 week old caterpillar.


Sam has been growing well and has put on more than 1 whole kilo since he hatched. Some might call him a fatter-pillar. He recently went through a metamorphosis of sorts, from a quiet little bug, to a loud, shouty kind of bug.

The parental bugs have had much trouble settling him into bed. You see, Sam the caterpillar has learnt a new skill, one that makes strategic use of his hands. While being rocked to the point of drowsiness, Sam will sneakily grab onto parental bugs’ outer wear (also known as clothing) and not let go.

And when it comes time to lay Sam’s sleepy head down onto the bed, he wakes up when he loses his grip of the parental bugs’ outerwear.


Oh, poor parental bugs, they have to put Sam the caterpillar back to sleep (to the point of drowsiness) again.

Most other times, Sam the caterpillar has aspirations to become a butterfly, often staring at bright lights on the ceiling. He has also been observed squirming out of his exo-skeleton to free his… hands!

One day, when Sam the caterpillar becomes an independent butterfly, these stories will follow him (and his wife). But that’s another story for another day.


Lessons from a Bottle

I was washing bottles (the 9649792863 bottles needed to keep Sam alive) the other day when i came to the realisation that my hands were getting rougher and more seasoned. Perhaps it was because i hardly had to help with the dishes all these years, mostly done by my parents.

It is one thing to know (in your head) that parents sacrifice (not just doing the dishes) so much for their children, but totally another to experience and internalise this in your proverbial heart.

Standing there, i think i experienced a ‘Circle of Life’ moment.


Some part of me felt proud of that I / We will be able to provide for this child. While another part of me felt grateful for our parents that taught us enough to provide for this child.


We may not be the lions or the wildebeests in the Serengeti running in circles, but for us the circle of washing, cleaning, packing, folding, cooking, feeding, teaching, nurturing… goes on.


1 If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal.
2 And if I have prophetic powers, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.
3 If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant
5 or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful;
6 it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
7 Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.
8 Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away. – 1 Corinthians 13:1-8

Pro Tips for Contented Adults

Have you ever felt gassy?
Had some indigestion perhaps?
Need to burp or fart, but don’t know how?

Follow these steps to find the secret to calm and confident adulting:

Step 1: Pick up baby (any baby within arms reach, really)

Step 2: Prop baby up with one hand, and cup the other imagining yourself as a 5 year old being an escavator.

Step 3: Hit the baby, gently, with your cupped hand, using consistent repeated motions.

Note: it is at this point where you will find relief from your symptoms. You will either burp, belch or fart.

Note 2: baby will need another 30mins to achieve what you have done.

Step 4: Repeat as necessary.

Picture below shows alternative methods of pacifying a baby. Example shows how the ‘suck on the nose technique’ is applied.


Sam’s Social Debut


Sam made his official social  debut yesterday at the full month / first month / baby shower party – The cumulation (and continuation) of sleepless nights, painful ear drums, and human excrement… everywhere. We do feel a overwhelming sense of pride from all that, somehow?

yet somehow we survived the full month, and look forward with great anticipation (why?) to louder screaming, temper tantrums, and bolder aromas that accompany diaper changes – strange how things work really.

[afternote: He slept through his party, waking after everything was over. We, on the other hand, slept only the morning after – party hangover much].

On this day, we celebrated with our family and friends the pride and joy that the begotten one hath brought. We are truly thankful for the love and support that has been showered upon us as a family. We, as a family, enjoyed the day throughly. Your (everyone who came) presence and laughter were key ingredients in welcoming Sam to the outside world.




(Verb of the day: Peer)

Although, I’m not sure if he will actually remember what happened (i.e., no, he will not remember anything: Infantile Amnesia). But he will feel the love, care and affection from the enduring stories and photos that you share. Of course, please share (age) appropriate stories, and photos with him when he’s older (not something like: ‘oh sam, i tossed you around like a rugby ball at your first month party, when you were soooo *complete with hand gestures* little’).


* note the rugby ball hold

Dear Sam, as you grow:

5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding.
6 In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths. – Proverbs 3:5-6


Milk is usually found in breasts, teats, or udders. For others (namely adults), milk is found in cartons, bottles or crates.

Well, for Mr S, we find milk in the folds of his skin, around his cheeks and lips (the dried kind), on his mittens, socks, eyes, collars. Today we found milk in mid-air. YES, mid-flight, mid-air, on its way to spoil someone’s (and that would be us) day.


(photo credit: Mummy)

Do not hit the breast that feeds you

Thou shalt not hit the sore, bruised, and uncomfortable factory that produces our basic nourishment. The ramifications of our actions could be far reaching. For example, the factory could shut down due to worker strikes, or emergency evacuation due to earthquake.


Want to eat? here are some dos and donts:

1) Do not hit / scratch the breast
2) Do not anyhowly bite the nipple – you will discover the horrors of the bhai’i what colour when you grow up
3) Do not fight the hand that correctly positions your head – it’s for your own (and mummy’s) good.
4) Do not purposely fall asleep at the breast – we don’t fall asleep at the dining table, and neither should you.
5) Do latch properly on the nipple – off centre to the areola is much appreciated
6) Do drink up (you’ll have to do this 18 years down the road as well, training starts early)
7) Do look satisfied after drinking, even if you are still hungry


The first born of the Wongfoks

The ordeal or excitement started at mid night when a prostin pill was inserted into the nether regions of the mother (aka vanessa). Contractions started almost immediately (she was 1.5cm dialated at this point). Contactions ebbed and flowed throughout the night.

While the pill was inserted i was busy settling the admissions paper work.

We stayed the night in the observation room (room 1 to be exact), and were flanked by a PRC with a singaporean husband, and a fillipino couple.

The PRC girl was moaning and groaning the entire night, and was unable to get stronger pain relief other than nitrous oxide (aka laughing gas) because her baby’s heart rate was too low. Sam on the other hand was doing fine.

I wasn’t. DID. NOT. SLEEP. AT. ALL.

Meeting room chair and a cramped space.

Felt like guard duty all over again to be honest.

Dr Tham came in at 730am to do a membrane sweep, or breaking the waterbag to begin the process of active labour, this coupled with an oxytocin drip sped up the whole labour process.

10am – 6cm dialated

11 to 1130am – 8 cm dialated. the nurses were overheard talking about shifting us from the observation ward to ‘some other room’ – like about time, i would be going into labour if i stayed there for any longer.

1145am – we got shifted to the delivery or birthing rooms. Midwife came in to move Sam down the birth canal. A few ‘trial’ pushes during contractions. This went on for like 5-6 cycles, and gynae Dr Tham walking in and out 3 times. On the third visit Sam was delivered (refer to illustration below).

Curiously, during the entire delivery, the A-league match between Brisbane Roar and Melbourne City FC was playing. Sam was born watching football.

external comms to friends and family below.

Greetings, family and friends of #wongfoks, grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

It brings us great delight to introduce to you, a newborn; the first born of #wongfoks, weighing 2.69kg at birth, and breathed his first at 1319HRS, on this day, the 7th of December 2016.

His name is Samuel

‘Rejoice in the Lord always, and again, I say REJOICE!’ – Philippians 4:4