Wow! One year has passed so quickly. Thinking back, I recalled vividly that labour started in the wee hours on 15 Feb 2008. As first-time parents, we were really funny. At about 2am, I felt some pain and told daddy. We decided that I should quickly take a shower. The pain was on-off then. After that, I made the bed and tidied up the house abit. I even boiled some water, worried that I have no water to drink when I returned home. The silliest part was that we were contemplating if we should bring the donuts which we bought the night before with us to the hospital. We decided that it might be a false alarm, and we might still be coming home, so we decided not to bring the donuts along.
By the time we reached the hospital, it was 4 plus am. My contractions were about 3 minutes apart. I did something silly again. In the car, I still folded and kept the incontinence sheet which I was sitting on in case my water bag burst. Daddy only realised that when we were discharged and he asked me where the sheet went to. I told him I kept it. He was impressed with how I coped with the pain and still got the time to think of keeping things in the midst of my contractions. Anyway, the nurse was doubtful that I was in labour as my bump was really small. When they brought me to the observation room to change, I was already having the show, so they knew that I was definitely in labour. They made me waited for very long until I felt that I badly needed to poo, so I rang the bell. They checked and announced that I was already fully dilated. Everything went so fast that I didn't even have the chance to opt for the pain relief - epidural. I relied on the mask which was a god-sent to me at that time. Daddy said that I was
high upon inhaling the gas.
The feeling of labour was really like a strong feeling to poo. As I also didn't have time to clear my bowels, I kept telling the nurse that I want to poo. The nurse told me no choice, just poo. They would clean up the baby for me. Thank goodness I didn't poo on Ashlynn. At 6 plus am, I started to push, but kept pushing the wrong way. To the extent that the blood vessels on my face burst. My face and eyes were RED. After I delivered, my gynae actually told me not to get a shock when I look into the mirror.
Although my labour was fast and smooth, I experienced super heavy bleeding after that. So heavy that I was nearly pushed into the operating theatre and given a bood transfusion. The gynae had to do little procedure on me. It was so painful due to my stitches that I cried non stop. Daddy cried with me too. I still recalled that on the first day of delivery, I failed to breastfeed as I was just too weak from the lost of blood. The whole post-delivery incident was too traumatising for me that we decided that one is enough.
But now, seeing our little darling grow up. It is really fulfilling for the both of us. Over this week, she picked up a lot of new skills. She has been calling dada, baba but no mama. She took her first 2 unsteady steps too. Although she did not make it to start walking on her birthday, I really hope to see her walking really soon! As to whether we still want a no. 2, then answer is definitely yes!
Mummy
The February babies
The birthday cake.
She loved this vehicle. Kept going for it.
Trying to snatch from Emma.
She also enjoyed looking at her reflection.
She managed to walk over the hurdles.
Self-initiated tunnel crawling.
Bubble-time
Usually she will raise both hands when she is excited or happy.
Making friends. 
Looking forward to more gatherings...
Mummy
Menu was designed by daddy. 
Different views of her birthday cake.
Hello Kitty cupcake.
To blend in the theme, Ashlynn wore a Hello Kitty bib which we bought from Hong Kong.
Posing with Mummy.
The three of us.
Buay tahan her. Recently she loves to stick her tongue out.
Stunned look.
Then she stuck out her tongue again! 
Singing of birthday song. She was so happy that she clapped along.
Blowing the candle.
She was still clapping after the song ended.
Act cute parents.
