I have just recently updated my siblings of my blog on Adam, and asked them if the entries were too sappy.
My brother actually commented that it was not sappy. In fact, he suggested for me to inject more feeling into it.
More feeling, hmmm...like I mentioned earlier, now that Adam seemed to be more comfortable, I too feel relaxed and happy with our current situation. As we speak, Adam was still warded, awaiting for his eye ulcer to subside (again, will write about it later), but in general, he seemed to act more like a normal baby - who cried when he is hungry or wet, and even cooed when we talk and play with him. He appeared not to be in pain like he was in the past.
Hence, perhaps, the feelings of apprehension and worry were not there anymore, while feeling of happiness was not quite apparent (or not shown - for there is a popular Malay belief that if you are too happy in one occassion, you may be crying in the next. Morbid, huh : )
However, I'll try to relieve those early days of Adam's life and perhaps share one thought or two of my frame of mind at the time.
Hmm...dunno if I should share this one, but here goes.
I only managed to see Adam when he was put on my belly immediately after birth, and I did notice his eyes then. The doctor and nurses then quickly took him away and shielded my view of him as they cleaned him up. I knew he was different then, but did not feel any shock (should I have? or did I have an overdose of oxigen to not feel anything at the time). Non the less, I did not go into a shock or anything, and still have not till this day (thank God).
But that weekend, when my husband and I were still in the dark of our predicament, myriad of questions, emotions and worry came to our minds.
What is this ailment? Will he be mentally sound? How do we treat it? Is it fatal? Will he be 'normal'? Will we as a family lead our lives as we previously have? Or will we undergo a drastic change with this ailment? A change for the worse?
Finance was the least of my worry at the time, because I always leave that part to my husband, but when one of the doctors mentioned treatments in Australia and the US, I too began to worry.
To the extend that (forgive me for being human) I actually posed this request to God - 'Dear God, should you have to take him away from us, please do so before I start falling in love with him'.
But the damage was already done. How could you not love someone you have been carrying with you for the last 9 months?
And when I saw him for the second time, at the ICU, he was wrapped up in a pink blanket (much to the changrin of his sister when she saw later that day - 'He's a boy. He should be in blue!' : ). You tell me, what could be more adorable than a baby in pink blanket!

But the moral of the story is - God will answer those who prays (and you must). What may seem like a lost cause today, may actually turn to be a treasure tomorrow. Elst, you die hoping : )
But seriously, as Yoda would say - 'Give up you must not, as giving up is not in the vocabulary of those who believe'...... (sorry, quote was totally made up by moi).
Till next time, may the force be with you.......