Baby Gender Stress

I’m at week 24, more than halfway through Peanut’s baking process. We found out Peanut’s gender during the week 22 scan 2 weeks ago.

My MIL told us that she dreamt of an olive fruit the night before we announced the pregnancy – it was supposed to symbolise a boy.
The aunties in the neighbourhood were insistent it was a boy, reasoning that it was because “Elise looks like a boy, so the next sibling would definitely be a boy”, “The point on the back of her head where her hair starts is right in the centre. I bet you’re having a boy!”
My husband was also definite that it would be a boy. When I was pregnant with Elise, he kept saying, “it’ll be great if it was a daughter that looked like you” and it turned out to be a girl.
Even before the week 22 scan, my dad was referring to Peanut as didi to Elise…

I checked the Chinese conception charts and tried the ring test. Couldn’t understand either one.

The stress was real. It’s proven by science that men determine the gender of the baby, but somehow because the woman is the one carrying the baby for 9 months, in some societies, they get blamed for “not being able to produce a boy/girl”. Everybody was so sure that Peanut most definitely possessed a penis. It made me doubt myself because I had no sure sign. The next day, the moment I entered the scan room, I told the sonographer my worries about how everyone insisted it would be a boy and I felt so stressed. After a few swipes, she told me that, yes, Peanut was indeed a boy like everyone predicted.  She even captured a photo which I promptly sent to the in-laws and my husband, who were over the moon.

I’m not sure what to feel, actually. It’d be interesting taking care of another gender. Having a boy and a girl is like striking the gender lottery. Responses after confirming Peanut’s gender include “That’s great, you have a pair”, “Now you can close shop“, “At least this one’s a boy, so you don’t need to try again” like the only acceptable way is to have a boy. It’s ridiculous that outsiders determine the number of kids we should have. -_-  IF Peanut were a girl, I’m very sure they would pat me in a consoling manner and say “Boy or girl, doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s healthy” or “You can always try again!” like it’s a sin to have two of the same gender.

I asked my husband why he was so fixated on having a boy and he said that he wanted Elise to have a little brother who would protect his sister from bullies, especially since she has a prosthetic eye. WELL… I was already intending to enrol Elise for self defence classes so she can kick butt on her own.

If Peanut was a girl, I would be less inclined to try for a 3rd kid in case I ended up with 3 kids of the same gender. Now, it doesn’t matter which gender #3 (if #3 ever happens) is. My dad has already asked me if we’re going to do ligation/vasectomy. Let’s see. The exhaustion of looking after two young children without a full time helper is the best form of contraception. I can’t imagine how I’m going to bring a newborn and toddler out alone for playdates though! We’ll get there a step at a time.


Elise has been pointing to my belly and kissing the bump whenever I ask her where her didi is. I’m confident she’ll be a doting big sister, as long as it doesn’t involve sharing her food. They can play soccer and run around together. It wasn’t that long ago that Elise was the one doing somersaults from inside. Why do babies grow up so quickly?! Soon they’ll be married! 🙁

A New Addition

1-2 weeks pregnant = 3 to 4 weeks according to the doctor

So this happened. I first tested with Guardian test kits but they came out negative. I waited for a few days, bit the bullet and bought the atas, super ultra expensive $23+ for one Clearblue Digital test stick. There’s a reason why it costs so much, because it tells it to you in your face whether you are pregnant or not. It’s also the only test kit that shows you how pregnant you are. I was pretty sure I was pregnant, so seeing the result appear on the test stick didn’t shock me as much as it did when I first knew I was pregnant with Elise (through a blood test at the hospital).

Besides, hCG is a cancer marker for ovarian cancer. I clearly remembered when I was told that I had two large ovarian tumours in my body, I’d lamented that I’d rather those tumours be babies instead. When the tumours were removed and dissected in the lab, the results showed that the tumours contained bits of bone and hair! :O Teratomas are mutants you never want to grow.

I’m back with NUH as a subsidised patient. This is Peanut’s first photo at 8 weeks. It is best to visit the gynae when you are at least 6 weeks pregnant because then the machine would be able to detect the fetal heartbeat as well as the yolk sac and fetal pole. Any earlier and you risk being told things like “We can’t detect the baby’s heartbeat (yet)”. Elise’s first ultrasound was at 6 weeks and she was just a tiny 6mm blob. #2 at 8 weeks looked more like a baby with a distinguishable head and body.

Hiding the news from my dad was difficult. For both pregnancies, we only told him after the first scan. With Elise, his reaction when we showed him the scan was “Okay, no problem”. This time, he accompanied me to the hospital with Elise but he was unaware of what I was there for.

Immediately after exiting the room, I showed Elise the ultrasound scan print out and told her “Elise, that’s your sibling!”. Amazingly, she held the photo, waved at it and kissed it. My dad who was carrying her looked at me and exclaimed, “YOU’RE PREGNANT?! No wonder you kept wanting to vomit. I’m not going to look after two babies for you! After this, are you going to tie (your tubes)? What are you going to do with so many kids?” Erm… this is my second kid and my definition of “many” is one more than 3 babies. Parents never stop worrying about their children even after they grow up and have their own children. When he brings Elise downstairs and meets other grandparents, he complains that “One is more than enough. I don’t know how she’s going to cope with two”.

If I were to compare, we’re actually in a better state than we were when we had Elise! Two years ago, both of us were earning a grand total of zero and stress levels were at an all-time high. Now, we both have sources of income. It’s not much but it’s enough for us to live simply with a decent remainder going to savings.

This is the type of ultrasound photo where you have to blatantly point out the body parts. “Look! That’s the head!” If you’re also staring quizzically at this photo, the baby’s head is on the right and this is its side profile.  I’m positive the machine I did my 6 week scan with is superior to today’s lousy machine, but the NUH staff insist otherwise. *shrugs* It’s growing well and that’s all I need to know. My in-laws apparently dreamed of an olive tree which bore fruit and they are confident that Peanut is a boy. I don’t have a strong intuition regarding Peanut’s gender.

At times, I wonder what we’re doing bringing little lives into this world that we have almost entirely destroyed. There are more plastic than fish in the oceans, forests are plowed to make way for concrete monstrosities or farmland, eliminating entire species of animals in the process. Animals are relentlessly made use of to satiate our wants – little calves are torn away from their mothers and transformed into veal, their mothers hooked up to pumps for milk. Hens are being forced to lay eggs and day-old male chicks are tossed into grinders or suffocated. Bears have metal poles pierced into their bellies to extract bile. Sharks have their fins sliced before they are drowned in the sea. Tigers, cheetahs, leopards and elephants are shot at for “fun” as trophies. Rhinos have their faces sliced off alive for their horns. In the Arctic, there are now polar bears which are walking bags of bones due to the melting ice caps.

Our food is injected with growth hormones to sustain demand. Cancers are on the rise due to pollutants in food and air. It’s all real and happening this instant. In Singapore, we still casually toss our trash with little regard for the environment and recycling is at an all-time low (FYI, Journey to Zero Waste Life is a great group for you to be more conscious of the environment). It’s supposed to be happy news, but I’d hate to imagine the world they will be living in as teenagers and adults. Perhaps some of my peers who can’t ever imagine themselves having children are right (for the planet) after all. 🙁

After all that negativity, I still have to say that Elise has brought a lot of optimism and laughter into our otherwise child-free lives.  There is a saying which goes “The laughter of a child is the light of a house”. Indeed.

A New Normal

I’ve been reading cancer stories and it is said that you’ll never get back to your “old self”, so you’ll need to readjust to a “new normal”. It is a big leap. Sometime next week, we’ll know if the test results are clear and if she can get away without chemotherapy, preventive or not.

If so, then our family is rather lucky to have two members survive cancer with just surgery alone. I also had ovarian cancer in 2011 and survived with just surgery alone. There were large tumours in both my ovaries. They were so gigantic, the ultrasound machine couldn’t even measure the size. It’s due to my surgeon’s brilliant skills that both my ovaries were left intact since one tumour was as large as a jackfruit.

In many cancer cases, chemotherapy is unavoidable. Some cancers are not contained and spread easily. Some cancers manifest in inoperable spots. If Elise’s tumour was significantly smaller, the treatment of choice would have been chemotherapy too. Chemotherapy is a toxic cocktail which when inserted via IV, kills not just the cancer cells but also many healthy cells. I do know of many cancer survivors who have been through chemotherapy and are leading regular lives too, one of them being Evon, who is mighty strong. She can write her own book on surviving an aggressive cancer.

This is Elise’s current favourite. Elise tried these when we were in Korea so I got my friend to send two cartons over. Now we have enough for the whole neighbourhood. These are organic rice crackers without additives and come in spinach and sweet potato flavours. Elise never says no to these.

She has more or less recovered from her cough and since her stitches were removed, all we have to do is administer eyedrops four times a day which isn’t as traumatising (for me) as squeezing in ointment between her sewn eyelids. Her swelling has also gone down visibly and (dare I say it?) she looks a bit more like her old self. The temporary conformer that Dr Ganga placed appears to be totally black. We’ll be creating a prosthetic eye for her. There’s a little issue though because I’ve heard that there’s an experienced doctor skilled in creating prosthetic eyes, but she’s based in Khoo Teck Puat Hospital. I’ll need to ask how we can go about doing that while continuing to follow-up in NUH.

Children pick up things at the speed of light, so it is necessary for us as parents to be very aware of our actions and behaviour. Here she is, administering eyedrops for her bear, whose eye she plucked out and tried to eat. My father found the screw like plastic eye in her mouth and dug it out. This bear is now eyeless but it’s still Elise’s current favourite. She kisses and chomps its nose, gives it an obligatory hug before flinging it aside to read her book. She also likes kissing her books.

Administering eyedrops for her bear

Over here, she’s imitating how a puppy behaves. 🙂 She’s also able to identify the animals behind her book and likes to hold our finger to point out the correct animal when asked. I don’t know what she feels about losing an eye or how she’ll react when she grows older, but she does seem to have a bright, cheery personality which will be able to take her through storms.