Okay, I'm back! After a few months of silence, I am writing on this blog again, and I plan to do so regularly now. The reason for the hiatus was that things got really busy with the baby, and my preparation for an exam in July this year. I did not specifically introduce my line of work in previous posts(what can I say? I like to inject some mystery in my persona), so I'll just say it now. I'm a doctor, specialising in Family Medicine, and working in public healthcare, and I just completed the fellowship exam for Family Medicine a week ago. This was a re-take, as I failed last year, but I made it this time, and I'm really thankful and relieved that I did so. It really was through the grace of God that I passed. I was so pre-occupied with the exam, and I just could not bring myself to put effort in other things. Now I can finally turn my attention to other stuff(like my well-read blog).
It doesn't feel right to write on any specific topic in this post, since this is kind of like a "Hello, I'm back and still alive, and I promise to write more regularly from now on!" post. Just want to update that our baby(Charlotte) is doing well, and we are all learning to grow as a family, with its joy and inherent struggles, especially with kids at different stages of childhood. Will share more in subsequent posts.
Will keep this short, but do expect to see me write regularly from now on.
Saturday, July 30, 2016
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
The first 3 weeks
Almost 3 weeks since the birth of Charlotte. Time for a quick update.
We always knew the arrival of a newborn would take up a lot of time, and bring a bit of stress as well. I think, given the circumstances, we have dealt with these first 3 weeks fairly alright. We focused on the big things, did not fuss too much about the little things, and everyone's still alive at the end of the day. Which is always a good thing.
The biggest obstacle this time round, I feel, is the presence of a two-year-old, who has suddenly lost his status as the youngest - and therefore, by default, the most pampered - member of the family. Seeing everyone giving all the attention to the baby must not have been easy for Gideon. He can't even be with his beloved mummy whom he had been previously given unrestricted access to all this time. Instead, mummy is always with this little bundle of noisy cries and smelly diapers, and does not let him near them most of the time. Who does this little baby think she is??
Add to that, the fact that he's at this phase of his life where he's challenging everything, demanding everything, testing his boundaries, saying "No!" to all requests. Yes folks, the urban legend called "The Terrible Twos" is not a myth, it's real, and "terrible" is probably an understatement. Well, I guess it's not the same for all kids. When Gareth was 2, the display of impetuousness and rebellion wasn't as bad(or maybe I just have a bad memory). But Gideon is truly a handful, and easily the biggest headache for us during this period.
But we do manage the best we can, we try to give him whatever time we can have for him, especially myself. He still is closer to his mummy though, and cries inconsolably at night sometimes when he wakes up demanding for my wife to comfort him. When I try to be the one to do so, he cries even harder, the little brat. It's all good, it's all good, I'm not upset, I'm not jealous. I know it's just a phase, he can't quite control his feelings(wait till he finds out who gives him pocket money, the little....)
I'm on leave during this period, to help out my wife, be that extra pair of hands, and I am also hoping to catch up on my assignments for my fellowship exam retake later this year. It's chugging along slowly, too slow if I'm honest, but I try to look on the bright side of things. I've got other things in my life that are more important. My family has got to come first, and even if I don't make it again this year in my exam, so be it. It's not exactly the best of times for me to be dealing with the exam at this stage in my life. I guess it's no excuse in the eyes of others, but hey, it's my family's opinions that matter, and I just want to be there for them as much as I can.
That's why one entire afternoon was spent taking them out to see Kung Fu Panda 3 during the holiday week last week, and also almost one whole day spent bringing Chloe and Gareth to the Hasbro toy warehouse sale(Clarissa had pre-school, and we were also going to get her birthday presents, so we didn't want her to see what we bought first). My goodness, we spent almost 3 hours queuing to get inside, and almost 2 hours queuing to pay for the toys. But they had great fun running through the toys, and this was one time in which I allowed them to buy almost whatever they picked out. Gareth could hardly believe his luck.
Anyway, apologies for no pictures of our exploits, and also of Charlotte. I'm writing this outside of home(I'm supposed to be doing my assignments), and my pictures are still locked in my phone, have not put them in the computer yet. May do so at the next post.
So that's that for now.
We always knew the arrival of a newborn would take up a lot of time, and bring a bit of stress as well. I think, given the circumstances, we have dealt with these first 3 weeks fairly alright. We focused on the big things, did not fuss too much about the little things, and everyone's still alive at the end of the day. Which is always a good thing.
The biggest obstacle this time round, I feel, is the presence of a two-year-old, who has suddenly lost his status as the youngest - and therefore, by default, the most pampered - member of the family. Seeing everyone giving all the attention to the baby must not have been easy for Gideon. He can't even be with his beloved mummy whom he had been previously given unrestricted access to all this time. Instead, mummy is always with this little bundle of noisy cries and smelly diapers, and does not let him near them most of the time. Who does this little baby think she is??
Add to that, the fact that he's at this phase of his life where he's challenging everything, demanding everything, testing his boundaries, saying "No!" to all requests. Yes folks, the urban legend called "The Terrible Twos" is not a myth, it's real, and "terrible" is probably an understatement. Well, I guess it's not the same for all kids. When Gareth was 2, the display of impetuousness and rebellion wasn't as bad(or maybe I just have a bad memory). But Gideon is truly a handful, and easily the biggest headache for us during this period.
But we do manage the best we can, we try to give him whatever time we can have for him, especially myself. He still is closer to his mummy though, and cries inconsolably at night sometimes when he wakes up demanding for my wife to comfort him. When I try to be the one to do so, he cries even harder
I'm on leave during this period, to help out my wife, be that extra pair of hands, and I am also hoping to catch up on my assignments for my fellowship exam retake later this year. It's chugging along slowly, too slow if I'm honest, but I try to look on the bright side of things. I've got other things in my life that are more important. My family has got to come first, and even if I don't make it again this year in my exam, so be it. It's not exactly the best of times for me to be dealing with the exam at this stage in my life. I guess it's no excuse in the eyes of others, but hey, it's my family's opinions that matter, and I just want to be there for them as much as I can.
That's why one entire afternoon was spent taking them out to see Kung Fu Panda 3 during the holiday week last week, and also almost one whole day spent bringing Chloe and Gareth to the Hasbro toy warehouse sale(Clarissa had pre-school, and we were also going to get her birthday presents, so we didn't want her to see what we bought first). My goodness, we spent almost 3 hours queuing to get inside, and almost 2 hours queuing to pay for the toys. But they had great fun running through the toys, and this was one time in which I allowed them to buy almost whatever they picked out. Gareth could hardly believe his luck.
Anyway, apologies for no pictures of our exploits, and also of Charlotte. I'm writing this outside of home(I'm supposed to be doing my assignments), and my pictures are still locked in my phone, have not put them in the computer yet. May do so at the next post.
So that's that for now.
Friday, March 4, 2016
THE day
Well, it was a long day today.
Today was the day my wife was scheduled to deliver our fifth child. Her obstetrician was only willing to wait until today, at 39 weeks + 2 days of gestation, for natural labour to occur. My wife has mild gestational diabetes, and he did not want to take the risk of waiting too long. We kind of knew it was going to come to this day, because in all her previous pregnancies, she's never really had natural labour, they all had to be induced. So true enough, by this morning, my wife had no signs of natural labour, so we went to the delivery suite in the hospital to be admitted, right after the kiss goodbye:
Missed out on Chloe and Gareth because we forgot to get them to kiss the baby before bringing them to their school.
Anyway, we made our way to the hospital, where my wife got admitted into the delivery suite as planned. The obstetrician broke my wife's waterbag, and we then played the waiting game, to see if she would go into labour after that, because the waterbag breaking tends to stimulate the womb into labour.
As my wife and I suspected, she didn't really progress, so induction of labour commenced. This meant giving some hormones intravenously to stimulate the womb into contractions. Ideally we would have preferred natural labour, because induction is usually more painful.
We also had another decision to make: epidural or no epidural anaesthesia. In her first 2 pregnancies, my wife did not have any epidural, but they were really painful, so we thought we would give epidural a try in the 3rd pregnancy, since everyone who had tried it sang high praises about how wonderful epidural was. Unfortunately, my wife's epidural experience was bad. The dose was not enough, and she still experienced pain during the contractions, and she had bad side effects after the delivery. So we didn't have epidural for the 4th one. Now, we were deliberating whether to give it another try, because the 4th pregnancy was really painful and difficult. We then decided that if the nurses or the obstetrician were to ask if we wanted epidural, we would say yes, otherwise we would not ask for it ourselves. As it turned out, the only question that was close to it was, "So you want everything natural right?" That didn't quite count, so no epidural then.
It wasn't completely natural though, because she used nitrous oxide to help with the pain:
Good decision too, because as it turned out, the 2nd stage of labour was really quick this time round. My wife went into strong, regular contractions, and reached the point of wanting to push the baby out pretty soon. After the nurse did a check of the cervix, she muttered something and hurriedly rushed out, before returning to say she had informed our obstetrician to come. By the time he arrived, the head of the baby could be seen already, and just upon wearing the gloves, the baby popped out, at 4:08pm, weighing at 3.17kg. My wife did have quite bad pains, but at least it was really a lot quicker than the previous pregnancies.
The baby broke out into little bouts of cries, and was put to mother almost immediately, which was what we wanted, to strengthen the bond between mother and baby. After awhile, she was taken by the nurse to clean up and wrapped up nicely for presentation:
We went off to the room in the ward, while our baby girl was brought to the nursery for examination and monitoring. After my wife settled down, I went back home to the excited kids, and brought them over to see their brand new sibling.
My parents-in-law were also there(my mother-in-law was in fact taking care of the rest of the kids for us, and I brought her along with the kids), and my father-in-law prayed for Charlotte(the baby):
I like the way Chloe laid her hand on Charlotte during the prayer.
Thereafter, it was taking turns carrying the baby:
It was nice seeing the kids all getting excited about Charlotte without any sense of jealousy. Except maybe Gideon, who seemed to want to be as close to his mother after seeing her carrying Charlotte in her arms. Even so, he seemed to like her, and was willing to hug her when we asked him to:
So that's the first day in the life of Charlotte, our latest addition in the family. The days ahead seem daunting, with a lot more things that need to be done now that we have a newborn baby in the house. But hey, we'll go through them as a family together, and there will be so much more joy and happiness as we grow together.
Today was the day my wife was scheduled to deliver our fifth child. Her obstetrician was only willing to wait until today, at 39 weeks + 2 days of gestation, for natural labour to occur. My wife has mild gestational diabetes, and he did not want to take the risk of waiting too long. We kind of knew it was going to come to this day, because in all her previous pregnancies, she's never really had natural labour, they all had to be induced. So true enough, by this morning, my wife had no signs of natural labour, so we went to the delivery suite in the hospital to be admitted, right after the kiss goodbye:
Missed out on Chloe and Gareth because we forgot to get them to kiss the baby before bringing them to their school.
Anyway, we made our way to the hospital, where my wife got admitted into the delivery suite as planned. The obstetrician broke my wife's waterbag, and we then played the waiting game, to see if she would go into labour after that, because the waterbag breaking tends to stimulate the womb into labour.
As my wife and I suspected, she didn't really progress, so induction of labour commenced. This meant giving some hormones intravenously to stimulate the womb into contractions. Ideally we would have preferred natural labour, because induction is usually more painful.
We also had another decision to make: epidural or no epidural anaesthesia. In her first 2 pregnancies, my wife did not have any epidural, but they were really painful, so we thought we would give epidural a try in the 3rd pregnancy, since everyone who had tried it sang high praises about how wonderful epidural was. Unfortunately, my wife's epidural experience was bad. The dose was not enough, and she still experienced pain during the contractions, and she had bad side effects after the delivery. So we didn't have epidural for the 4th one. Now, we were deliberating whether to give it another try, because the 4th pregnancy was really painful and difficult. We then decided that if the nurses or the obstetrician were to ask if we wanted epidural, we would say yes, otherwise we would not ask for it ourselves. As it turned out, the only question that was close to it was, "So you want everything natural right?" That didn't quite count, so no epidural then.
It wasn't completely natural though, because she used nitrous oxide to help with the pain:
Good decision too, because as it turned out, the 2nd stage of labour was really quick this time round. My wife went into strong, regular contractions, and reached the point of wanting to push the baby out pretty soon. After the nurse did a check of the cervix, she muttered something and hurriedly rushed out, before returning to say she had informed our obstetrician to come. By the time he arrived, the head of the baby could be seen already, and just upon wearing the gloves, the baby popped out, at 4:08pm, weighing at 3.17kg. My wife did have quite bad pains, but at least it was really a lot quicker than the previous pregnancies.
The baby broke out into little bouts of cries, and was put to mother almost immediately, which was what we wanted, to strengthen the bond between mother and baby. After awhile, she was taken by the nurse to clean up and wrapped up nicely for presentation:
My parents-in-law were also there(my mother-in-law was in fact taking care of the rest of the kids for us, and I brought her along with the kids), and my father-in-law prayed for Charlotte(the baby):
I like the way Chloe laid her hand on Charlotte during the prayer.
Thereafter, it was taking turns carrying the baby:
It was nice seeing the kids all getting excited about Charlotte without any sense of jealousy. Except maybe Gideon, who seemed to want to be as close to his mother after seeing her carrying Charlotte in her arms. Even so, he seemed to like her, and was willing to hug her when we asked him to:
So that's the first day in the life of Charlotte, our latest addition in the family. The days ahead seem daunting, with a lot more things that need to be done now that we have a newborn baby in the house. But hey, we'll go through them as a family together, and there will be so much more joy and happiness as we grow together.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
The tortoise and the hare
I happened to come across a book titled "The tortoise and the hare" the other day. One of my kids' obviously, and left on the floor in typical fashion. As I negotiated my way past the book and the various other obstacles on the floor(no, I was not going to do their work and pick it up, they have got to learn, it's not about me being lazy, understand), I found myself recalling the story so familiar to most of us, being one of the favourite moral-containing stories for children.
We all know it right? The arrogant hare boasts of his speed to the calm and composed tortoise, who challenges the hare to a race. The hare, mocking the tortoise's presumptiousness(is that a word?), agrees without another thought.
The race got off as expected, with the hare racing away to a huge lead, while the tortoise, in his usual, slow, steady self, starts off at a snail's pace, one step after another. The hare is soon out of sight. The hare then thinks to himself, "I can take myself a little nap, and still wake up in time to finish the race ahead of the tortoise." So he settles himself on the grass and dozes off.
Meantime, the tortoise catches up with the hare, moving as slowly as when he started, but just as steadily. And he ambles past the hare and reaches the finishing line first. The hare, waking up too late, realises that he lost and hangs his head in shame.
And the moral of the story: slow and steady wins the race.
Is it, really?
Think about it. I know this is a story to encourage children to keep pushing on and never giving up to achieve what you want to achieve. But I submit that it's probably not the right story to push such a principle. Slow and steady wins the race? Really?
If the hare had done the logical thing and just finished the race before stopping for a rest, would the tortoise have stood a chance, no matter how slow and steady he was? Of course not. There was no way the tortoise was going to catch up. His winning the race was more to do with the hare stopping inexplicably for a rest than anything else. I would say the main character in this story is the hare, and the moral we can learn from this story stems from his attitude to the race: Don't be complacent, or you'll lose the race. Or, fast AND steady wins the race. Something like that. Okay, I'm not good at coming up with catchy moral phrases.
I think it's important to differentiate this for the kids, because it is certainly a wrong idea to think that as long as you are steady, no matter how slow you are, you'll still succeed.
What do you think?
We all know it right? The arrogant hare boasts of his speed to the calm and composed tortoise, who challenges the hare to a race. The hare, mocking the tortoise's presumptiousness(is that a word?), agrees without another thought.
The race got off as expected, with the hare racing away to a huge lead, while the tortoise, in his usual, slow, steady self, starts off at a snail's pace, one step after another. The hare is soon out of sight. The hare then thinks to himself, "I can take myself a little nap, and still wake up in time to finish the race ahead of the tortoise." So he settles himself on the grass and dozes off.
Meantime, the tortoise catches up with the hare, moving as slowly as when he started, but just as steadily. And he ambles past the hare and reaches the finishing line first. The hare, waking up too late, realises that he lost and hangs his head in shame.
And the moral of the story: slow and steady wins the race.
Is it, really?
Think about it. I know this is a story to encourage children to keep pushing on and never giving up to achieve what you want to achieve. But I submit that it's probably not the right story to push such a principle. Slow and steady wins the race? Really?
If the hare had done the logical thing and just finished the race before stopping for a rest, would the tortoise have stood a chance, no matter how slow and steady he was? Of course not. There was no way the tortoise was going to catch up. His winning the race was more to do with the hare stopping inexplicably for a rest than anything else. I would say the main character in this story is the hare, and the moral we can learn from this story stems from his attitude to the race: Don't be complacent, or you'll lose the race. Or, fast AND steady wins the race. Something like that. Okay, I'm not good at coming up with catchy moral phrases.
I think it's important to differentiate this for the kids, because it is certainly a wrong idea to think that as long as you are steady, no matter how slow you are, you'll still succeed.
What do you think?
Wednesday, January 27, 2016
First post of the year
My last post was quite awhile ago. It's been a hectic couple of months, especially the last 2-3 weeks. I will be filling in the details shortly, so look forward to it. Meantime, I'll provide a short summary.
Our family went on a holiday trip to Taiwan last December. We went together with my parents and my sister's family, making up a grand total of 12 people - 6 adults and 6 children. Half of this strength comes from my family alone. I will say this: My wife and I were expecting a tiring trip because of the children, and we both know that they would probably enjoy it more than us, but when we were actually in the trip itself, it was tougher than we expected. It's not like it was not fun and nice, even for us adults, but having to tend to the children almost continuously for the whole trip, tailoring the places we go to and the things we do to them, making sure the meals were suitable for them, that really takes a lot of energy. At the end of it, my wife and I resolve to not go for a long holiday again for the next 3-4 years at least. I wonder how long we will keep this promise. Will be sharing more on the trip including pictures soon.
Gareth started his life as a Primary One student this year. My wife and I had a lot of concern about whether he would adapt, could he concentrate in class, was he going to be a troublemaker, because he had shown himself thus far to be quite hyperactive and can go crazy easily. We were practically laying bets on which hour of the first day that the teacher would call us to complain about him. Well, thankfully that never happened, but his transition from pre-school happy-go-lucky guy to formal school-going student has not been completely smooth as well. But that would be another post.
My family fell sick about 2 weeks ago, first Clarissa, then my wife, then Chloe and Gareth, followed closely by Gideon. we're talking high fever, coughing, feeling like dying. My wife was admitted for 2 days, and I had to take a couple of days' emergency leave. I was the only one who didn't succumb. I thank God for that, but I did always tell my wife I was like Wolverine, healing factor and all. Maybe this time she will have believed me just a bit more.
Everybody only just recovered fully a few days ago, but at least it's over. Phew, taking care of 4 sick kids with the wife in the hospital.....don't try this at home, guys. 叔叔是有练过的。
Gideon was found to have amblyopia some time ago. For the layman, that's lazy eye. The eye has a squint, meaning that it tends to stray to the side. He has it in both eyes. If the condition does not resolve, he may need surgery to prevent the vision deteriorating. He's currently on eye patch treatment, to try and train the eyes. We are praying he'll avoid surgery.
Well, that's where we are at right now. As promised earlier, I will be filling in more oon the events mentioned above in subsequent posts. Right now, I need to go sleep.
Our family went on a holiday trip to Taiwan last December. We went together with my parents and my sister's family, making up a grand total of 12 people - 6 adults and 6 children. Half of this strength comes from my family alone. I will say this: My wife and I were expecting a tiring trip because of the children, and we both know that they would probably enjoy it more than us, but when we were actually in the trip itself, it was tougher than we expected. It's not like it was not fun and nice, even for us adults, but having to tend to the children almost continuously for the whole trip, tailoring the places we go to and the things we do to them, making sure the meals were suitable for them, that really takes a lot of energy. At the end of it, my wife and I resolve to not go for a long holiday again for the next 3-4 years at least. I wonder how long we will keep this promise. Will be sharing more on the trip including pictures soon.
Gareth started his life as a Primary One student this year. My wife and I had a lot of concern about whether he would adapt, could he concentrate in class, was he going to be a troublemaker, because he had shown himself thus far to be quite hyperactive and can go crazy easily. We were practically laying bets on which hour of the first day that the teacher would call us to complain about him. Well, thankfully that never happened, but his transition from pre-school happy-go-lucky guy to formal school-going student has not been completely smooth as well. But that would be another post.
My family fell sick about 2 weeks ago, first Clarissa, then my wife, then Chloe and Gareth, followed closely by Gideon. we're talking high fever, coughing, feeling like dying. My wife was admitted for 2 days, and I had to take a couple of days' emergency leave. I was the only one who didn't succumb. I thank God for that, but I did always tell my wife I was like Wolverine, healing factor and all. Maybe this time she will have believed me just a bit more.
Everybody only just recovered fully a few days ago, but at least it's over. Phew, taking care of 4 sick kids with the wife in the hospital.....don't try this at home, guys. 叔叔是有练过的。
Gideon was found to have amblyopia some time ago. For the layman, that's lazy eye. The eye has a squint, meaning that it tends to stray to the side. He has it in both eyes. If the condition does not resolve, he may need surgery to prevent the vision deteriorating. He's currently on eye patch treatment, to try and train the eyes. We are praying he'll avoid surgery.
Well, that's where we are at right now. As promised earlier, I will be filling in more oon the events mentioned above in subsequent posts. Right now, I need to go sleep.
Monday, November 23, 2015
Fourth
Gideon. The 4th arrow in my quiver, so to speak. He's currently coming to 21 months old, and is at the stage where he's becoming aware of his surroundings and environment, and learning to interact meaningfully with the people around him more and more. That's the super fun stage, where, for the first time, you speak an instruction, and he actually understands it and carries it out. It's the transition between an uncomprehending baby and a young child whom you can engage in actual conversation.
Unfortunately, it's also the time where he's realising he can demand his way, and he actually has free will and can do pretty much what his little heart wishes. So he starts shouting and screaming his way to getting what he wants. And sometimes, just to recover some measure of peace, we take the easy way out and give in to him. As you would imagine, that just encourages him further, cos now he knows Daddy and Mummy's weakness.
Still, it never get old watching my kids grow up. With Gideon, it's the fourth time, but it still just amazes me how he picks up everything like a sponge, and starts doing and saying stuff by learning them himself. I can't wait for him to grow up and start speaking sentences. Wait, I take that back. I want to slowly savour every moment for as long as I can, because once he's past this stage, he's not coming back to it anymore. The natural babyish cuteness is inevitably going to go, and I just can't get enough of it as it is. I want more of this:
So parents, especially fathers, who may tend to leave the taking care of kids to the mothers, don't miss out on this golden period. Seize every moment that you can, spend as much time with your kids as you can. The memories are just so precious, and such a time passes all too quickly. Your kids are also going to appreciate you being there for them and with them. This is the time your kids look up to you as their heroes, and you have the best opportunity to teach and guide them in the way they should go. There's not going to be a second chance.
Gideon, my beautiful boy, may God bless you mightily with joy and happiness everyday as you grow up, and may every day be an exciting adventure to learn and play, in the environment of love your mother and I try to give you.
Tuesday, November 3, 2015
Exams
Chloe just finished her exams last week, and her results are starting to trickle in.
It has been a struggle the past 3-4 weeks, helping her prepare for her exams. The truth is, I must take part of the blame. I've not been following her work too closely the past year, because she has been doing fairly well, and so we have been a bit more lax with her. Unfortunately, I didn't realise that she has not been keeping up with her work, and we've been trying to play catch up while revising for her exams.
It's all too easy, I suppose, to blame her for not doing her work well and not paying attention in class, etc, but when I stop to think about it, she's only 9 years old(actually, she's only 9 this December), how can she fully understand the importance of having a right attitude to her studies, and to prioritise what is important? It's probably something most parents have to deal with. When you're a kid, you just want to have fun, who would enjoy doing homework and assessment books?
Still, there must be a balance, and I find myself struggling with this. How far do I go in pushing her in her studies? What's her limit? At what point do I hold back and allow her a breather? At the same time, am I being too relaxed with her? Is she understanding the importance of studying hard?
Nowadays, people like to say kids should be allowed to have fun, enjoy their childhood, experience all sorts of things, rather than just study, study, study. I think it's important to enjoy the experience of childhood, and go out there and try stuff, but it's a reality that studies are important, and not just in the academic sense. I think it trains up a sort of discipline, to do something you have to do, even though you don't feel like doing. That's something I'm trying to train Chloe in, more than purely getting good grades. If ultimately, she demonstrates the right attitude in putting in the effort in her studies, even if her results are not the best, I will be fine with that. That is something I remind myself often, to focus more on developing her character and good values, than just the actual grades themselves.
There has been some improvement, and I think she is starting to grasp the concept of having to do what needs to be done, even if it may not feel good to do so.
Just writing out random thoughts at a time when I probably should be sleeping
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