4th year (I think) Wedding Anniversary

My god.. i nearly forgot that today is our wedding anniversary. 09/09/09! (Hmm i did contemplate that we should get married on this date - today! - but then we didn't want to wait another 4 yrs :P).

Actually, can't really blame me.. with trying to sleep-train Avery.. stressing out about the in-laws visit (Argh.. where can i hide the pacifier?! What if Avery cries all the time?! What is she is STILL sick?!?) and her falling ill, i clear forgot that 4yrs ago, this day, me and wilkie got married in the far-flung corner of Spore - Raffles Marina Country Club. Until Wilk reminded me yesterday. hMmm. Me bad.

So what did we do today?

With one sick baby at home, what do you think we did?!

Well, good news is that Avery's fever subsided. But that was before the morning puke (when we fed her medicine), incessant crying in the afternoon, and super-duper super-glue clingy behaviour all day from the little one. I passed out about noon time because i was on night duty last nite (putting cool compress on the bub and adjusting it as she keeps pushing it off) and when i woke up, wilkie was passed out with a sleeping baby on his lap on the sofa. She had been fussing during her nap and refused to be alone. In the evening time, Wilk had to rush to Monash Uni for a postgrad talk while i tried to entertain little bub on my own. She did have a nap, which during that time i had to prepare something appetitising for her dinner because she didn't have much appetite to eat for the last day and half (made her cheesy mash potato/califlower which she liked).

Right on time, as she awoke from her nap (a good hr of so), Wilkie returned home with takeaway jap food from outside the Uni. 3 of us had dinner together and it was nice because the little bub started eating again and almost finished her bowl of mash. Then the 3 of us played "Whack Alfred" where all of us were sitting in a circle, with blanket on our feet and Alfred (Avery's Brobee soft toy) in the middle, each 'whacking' him with a tube of pop-beads. Wilk and I were pretty tickled but Avery was more interested to grab Alfred so that she could chew on his hair. Then another round of medication, which is always a two-men job. One to carry her and one to syringe her. The one carrying her (usually me) normally ends up being puked on but we were lucky that time. After which, it is wipe down, feeding time and putting her to bed.

By the time all that is done... its almost 10pm. And there is no way we can go out for dessert or walk or coffee or... well....

I know it sounds dreary but really, it is not. It is not that the day we got married wasn't worth celebrating but rather, 'celebrations' can take on so many forms and dimensions.

I think that Avery being ok is a celebration.
I think that having someone to count on when dealing with a sick baby is a celebration.
I think that someone cooking lunch for you and then buying take out so that you dont have to worry about cooking dinner while caring for a baby is a celebration.
I think that 3 of us being able to play together is a celebration.
I think that having a chance to watch and laugh at our own baby grow and do silly things is a celebration.
I think that not having the pressure to 'perform' and come up with some spectacular plan for wedding anniversary is a celebration.
I think that the ability to smile ruefully at each other when the little one pukes (for the 2nd time during medicine time) because we each know telepathically that there goes our plan to go out for a family meal, is a celebration.

I think time spent together, as a family, is a celebration.

So happy anniversary dear... :)