I brought my camera to church today. Missed celebrating mass because my toddler was vomitting like siao early morning. Puke until yellowish stomach juices also come out. Lucky, he konked out and woke up all fine. So, I managed to attend my choir practice plus suprise birthday party for our choirmaster (followed by the bloggers meet) at noon.
I got the chance to snap the photos of these lovely, lovely candles.
Thanks to Celestine’s blog, I just learnt about the significance of the pink and purple candles.
The Advent Wreath is made out of evergreens (a symbol of eternal life and a reminder to us that God is faithful) and four candles (for each week of Advent): three purple and one pink. Purple candles to remind us of that this season is about being remorseful of our sins (penitential) whereas the pink candle is to be lit for the joyful Sunday in Advent
Well, count the candles? Nine long years! It is my number #3 birthday tomorrow (28th November). Nine years since my mom died. Giving birth to him was one of the most emotional. I actually kicked the ob-gynae, scolded him and later on, apologised sheepishly to him. My son came early. It was on the morning when I was supposed to join my siblings to pray the 100-days death prayers. So, I got mad with my ob-0gynae and told him, “You know? I am supposed to go pray my mom in the temple. I WANT TO GO NOW!!!!”
Now, it is farkingly hilarious what women in labour can do. I was spread eagle, legs tied to stirrups and my son’s head about to appear and yet I could yell at my doctor. It was my own fault that I went to the hospital at the last minute and had no time for pain killers. The pain was so bad I even had an out-of-body experience. I swear, it is one of a kind experience. I actually sort of floated up and can see with a helicopter view the doctor receiving my baby from between my legs. I was lying down so I cannot have that kind of view unless I had fainted for a short while. Or probably I really had died. Because I also told my ob-gynae, “I AM GOING TO DIE. SAVE ME!!!!!”
And my dear, dear ob-gyn, Dr. Ng KT of Penang Adventist (remember and jot down his name, ok?) told me, “Yeah, Lilian you will die. We will all die one day. But not so soon, don’t worry, not so soon……” Don’t you just love the man? Nay….he is nothing like Richard Gere (in looks) in the movie – What women want. Apekish, speckie but extremely patience. He even held my hands and comforted me through a miscarriage and throughout my 4- days ordeal in trying to delay Vincent’s birth. God bless that man.
Dang, I never intend to write the above damn mempersiasueykan (malu-fied) sendiri birth story but words just popped out. So, nah, see how crazy women can get when they are in pain. Even the Bible mentioned birth pangs and labour pains several times.
From the Ten Commandments – Commandment Number Four
THE FOURTH COMMANDMENT Honor your father and your mother,
“With all your heart honor your father, and do not forget the birth pangs of your mother. Remember that through your parents you were born; what can you give back to them that equals their gift to you?” ( 19 Sir 7:27-28)
Gee, this is only one of my 5 sangat dramatis birth story. I think if I relate all five, people will probably stop wanting to have babies.