Saturday, November 19, 2005

I wasn't born yesterday...

It was TWO days ago, fool! We came home from the hospital yesterday - less than two days after the birth. If you're ever having a baby here, don't give birth at midnight - you use up your first night hospital stay before the baby's even born! Anyhow, everything was going swimmingly so we went home. I was really hoping they'd give us that hello kitty blankie or the baby-pulling plunger to take home as a souvenir but all we got was the baby. What a rip.


I guess the whole thing wasn't that bad though - our friends Naoto and Tomone just had a baby in Barcelona, and Naoto described the birth as follows: "our midwife who was helping the doctor was up on the table squeezing her out from behind like a zit."


Zhanar and Dina are both doing well. I've made a blog just for baby pics and stories for those of you who are into the whole family thing. The link is on the right. I'll just post the highlights in this blog from now on.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Name, Weight and Length

Her name is Dina Tolkin Cressman, 3.1 kg, 51 cm length. Dina (DEE-na) is the name of a famous composer of traditional Kazakh folk mucic. Tolkin (tol-KHUN) is a Kazakh word meaning Ocean Wave. The western pronounciation is "TOLL-kin". Yeah, I know, it sounds an awful lot like the author of those Frodo Baggins books. I can't deny that Zhanar and I are fans, but we'll never admit the connection.

Wednesday, November 16, 2005

It's a Girl!

Alright, we already knew it was going to be a girl. I gave Zhanar a good scare by saying "Uh-oh, it's a boy!" as they were washing her up. I think I scared the doctor too. Anyhow, all went well, and Zhanar is sleeping now. I should be doing the same but now I'm addicted to blogging. Just gotta publish!


Since I'm scatterbrained, I don't recall the actual birth measurements so suffice it to say she's big enough. If you want to compete I'll bet that her size as a percentage of Zhanar's size should beat most people hands down. Although Zhanar did benefit from the inheritance of my small (but efficient) head, as well as my peaceful demeanor. She is also likely to inherit my fondness for plungers, since she entered the world with one stuck on the top of her head. Well, more news later, as well as the much awaited name unveiling. Must... sleep... now...

Countdown to Baby

We're in the hospital now, with delivery in about one hour. As we were told, "In Singapore, babies are born after lunch." Very civilized. Yesterday the doctor decided that today would be the day, and our schedule so far has been as follows. 8am: Get to clinic, go on monitor. 9am: Served tea and biscuits. Noon: Go out to a nice lunch, go home for a nap and some email. 6pm: Return to hospital, start the drugs. I was thinking everything was going to be a piece of cake... but then the nurse came in and quietly left these rubber boots in the room... YIKES!

And just to think, Zhanar was literally jumping for joy just 4 hours ago. Once the strong contractions started she was much more serious. At one point I got a little off count in our breathing exercise and I got a tongue lashing. BILL! YOU SAID TWO!!! Now that the epidural has taken hold we are friends again.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

We Deliver!

Most grocery stores here offer free delivery of non-perishables as long as you buy more than a certain amount of goods. One afternoon, Zhanar and I decided to try this at the supermarket down the hill from our house. After checkout, an old man shuffled over with a grocery cart, loaded it up and headed for the elevator. I decided to follow him and see if I could get a ride in his van. As we got to the street, I asked him where the van was parked. He said "No van" and proceeded to struggle over the curb into the street.

After helping him over several more curbs and a bit of excitement involving a bus and a stray cat, I decided to call it quits on the delivery. I said my thanks, picked my bags up off the street where they had fallen, and flagged a cab.

Black and Whites


Last night Zhanar and I put together a bunch of black and white photos for our walls. The one above,right one is a picture of a typical fire escape that you see on the backs of old buildings and some perannakan shophouses. In a number of cases, the cement is deteriorating and they are sometimes missing steps. Sure makes the dash-to-safety aspect more interesting.

Crowds

One thing that we needed to get used to here are the crowds. It's not uncommon to end up standing elbow to elbow, belly to butt in a shop or street corner. One of the elevators at work has a capacity of 80 people. Can you imagine 80 people in an elevator?

On the MRT or a crowded bus, you sometimes end up next to a "cuddler". I believe that these individuals are comforted by the whole shoulder-to-shoulder, mass-of-humanity thing. If you back off an inch to clear some room, they promptly move in and are up against your shoulder and hips once again. I have yet to see if one of these cuddlers will actually follow me across an entire seat, but I think it's possible.

Backpaddling on Slave Boating

Alright, I have to admit that I was a little overly critical of the Kalang River. It's really not that bad. I only know one person who has seen a dead cat, and most of the time there's not that much trash - just the occasional plastic bag.

The paddling itself can be fun, in a galley-slave sort of way. And there's the camraderie that comes from mutual suffering. But the most attractive part of slave boating is the people. If you're looking for a buff and hunky singaporean boyfriend, Dragon Boating is the place to go. The dragon boat teams probably account for half the pectoral weight of all Singapore.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Slave Boating

A few weeks ago my friend Melissa invited me to join her for a Dragon Boat practice. Dragon Boating is quite popular here, but I just couldn't understand the draw. There are some real enthusiasts, but to me it was just slave-work with a pretty name. Practice takes place on the Kalang River, which everyone says is better than it used to be. In other words, there used to be even MORE human waste and cat carcasses a couple years ago.

Ok, I'm exaggerating a little bit, but it's still no joy to get splashed in the mouth. And once in a while, when your paddle hits something firm and semi-buoyant just below the water, it really makes you wonder...

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Meet the Neighbors

Zhanar and I finally moved in to our apartment in the beginning of October. While we were moving we noticed a number of neighbors peeking into the new Ang Mo apartment. Most of the folks in this apartment building are Japanese Expats, with a few locals, and a couple of Europeans (that includes us - Americans are Europeans over here).

It didn't take long to meet our across the hall neighbor, Eico. Psycho Eico. She's the official 14th floor hallway monitor - keeping close tabs on the comings and goings of local residents. One of our first encouters with Eico was the Egg Incident. Eico knocked on our door at 9:30 pm with a carton of eggs in her hand. "Hi. I just realized that I bought too many eggs!" I thought, well how nice - free eggs. Just as I was about to say thanks, Eico blurted out "I sell you cheaper!" and shows me the store receipt. No thanks Eico.

Our next aquaintance was "Mr Poh from Down Below". Another one of the peeking heads when we were moving in, we didn't meet Mr. Poh until three days later when he knocked on the door just before 7pm. In the friendliest possible manner, he informed us that he could hear all sorts of things from our apartment, and that he goes to bed early. Later that night (7:15 pm) I carefully slid my dinner chair out from the table and tiptoed into the kitchen to run a trickle of water on my dish. What time does this guy go to bed anyway? Moments later, Zhanar scraped her chair back with gusto and hollered "How about THAT, Mister POO?" Posted by Picasa