Life has changed. It would even if you refuse to let it, perhaps even more after I've become a parent, and had the trauma of going in and out of hospital. Before this, I had never stayed in a hospital before.

I was prepared to expect some difficulty as with the nature of a Rabbit year, but never expected the mental and physical troubles as I did. Am afraid if it would continue for the rest of the year. Hence I'm taking life one step at a time.

Last night as I was looking at baby pictures on the refrigerator, a sudden fear came over that I may find my child too precious. There. I've finally articulated it, this niggling fear. Mayhap every parent has this feeling. Perhaps I am overdoing it.

I still fear.

But...there will be a day when your child leaves, they say. Let that be when he is an adult, making his own life, going about his own journey and finding his own fears. I would be able to share this doubt with him, one day, I hope.

Till then, I'll take each obstacle as they come, embrace every triumph, laugh when I can and cry if it must be so.