It was Tuesday evening, we went to pick you up as usual from my parents, only to discover that your left foot was swollen (really swollen) and your right arm have this huge bite mark. I was taken back slightly, but didn’t think much of it, we all kind of assumed it was from an insect bite…
Wednesday morning came, although the bite on your arm looked better, but your foot was still quite swollen (your mother and I was quite worried by then), not to take any chances we decided to take you to see Dr. Wanchai.
He wasn’t too concern about the bite on your arm, but your foot was a different matter. However all of the key variables were fine, there was no high temperature and you were far from being lethargic. After prodding in the various locations, he prescribed some ointment and some anti-allergy medicine (which made you quite sleepy).
By the time Wednesday evening came, both of us were hoping the swell would subside just a little, to our disappointment, it was just the same… ‘Things will be better tomorrow’… Thursday morning came… it got worse, the swell had spread from your foot and ankle to your leg we decided to follow the usual routine and dropped you off at my parents, your mother was going to call Dr. Wanchai once she got to the office.
Not surprising, Dr. Wanchai asked us to come in right away, so my mother and her sister (my aunt) bundled you up in a taxi and headed to the Hospital, your mother drove from her office (10 minutes away) and I had to catch a ‘Bike’ taxi (extremely common in Thailand) as I only work just a couple of minutes away.
Like some grand master plan, we all arrived within 3 minutes of each other, by the time I got there you had were already being checked by one of the nurses (she stuck a thermometer up your hoo-haa and you defecated all over her work station, haa haa haa). Your temperature was normal, and you were very playful, Dr. Wanchai called you in and after some more prodding he had decided to have your blood tested, he was afraid that you were infected by something…
The blood test was a hoot, you didn’t cry at all (all the nurses were very surprised), she stuck a small needle into your forefinger (left hand) and squeezed it to get the blood out, this was tedious, as the blood came out in such small droplets, it was a good 4 or 5 minutes before she got enough of it.
Your mother had to go to her important meeting, she was so worried. 25 minutes later the blood test results came back and I had to go and see Dr. Wanchai alone. Your white cell amount was normal (too much would mean you were infected), however just in case, he was deciding on which of the additional medicine to give you, there were 3 options, option A tasted terrible (he said) so I said no to that one and option C could give your diarrhoea. We went with Option B (actually he did), it is all pink and looked disgusting (I was wondering if option C would have been better).
Today is Friday, 4 days into this latest saga, and this morning you were your cheerful self, but the swell is still the same but your leg is a little better. Dr. Wanchai had just called your mother a few minutes ago, he said to keep an eye on your temperature… If things are not better we shall have to take you in again this Sunday… fingers crossed lets hope you are back to your old self by tomorrow
Lots of love
Dad
Your mother and I have been discussing this trip since last Friday, the only thing that would have stopped us going on this short trip was the rain, and it had been raining so much of late (in fact, it had been raining every morning and evening consistently for the past 2 weeks, and I am not talking about little drizzle like you get in England). The sky was getting darker and darker but it didn’t rain, by the time 5 O’clock came, it was positively sunny, so we decided to take our chances and in a rush, gathered everything together (this was my job… milk bottle, car seat, the ‘huge’ pram, umbrella… etc… etc…).
Phutthamonthon [1] (a Buddhist Park) is not too far from our house (on a good day, 20 minutes East by car), one of the highlight of this park (apart from the 52 ft. Buddha statue) are the fishes, it is quite a spectacle to have thousands of fishes coming up to you and taking food from your hand, your grandfather prefers to throw in a real big chunk of bread and see them taking turn (gladiator style) to chomp up the bread. 
Unfortunately, we had left the house rather late, and after an uneventful drive it must have been around 17:45 when we arrived at Phutthamonthon, so instead of going to feed the fishes we have decided to go for a short walk instead. 
As they say, time passes quickly when you are having fun, soon it was getting dark and it was time to come home, and this was when it happened. Your teddy was in a bag, which I had placed at the bottom of your pram, the pram had to be folded to get it into the car… but I had forgotten to remove the bag… your teddy felt onto the ground… because you enjoy sucking on your teddy so much… I had asked your teddy to jump into the bucket for a quick wash… 
I am so sorry, I didn’t know that your teddy couldn’t swim, to my knowledge all teddies have to pass their basic swimming proficiency course before taking on a job of being a little boy/girl side kick. By the time I got back to him, he was already floating and lifeless, faced down in a bucket full of water… all I could do was to hang him out to dry and hope that he will come back to life once all the water have gone… 
Your mother won't let me get the new Canon G10 
Today is 14th of September 2008 (13:32), which makes you exactly 4 months and 9 days old.
I had just finished installing the new Picasa 3, having not used in for such a long time so I 'd thought that I would give this version a try. To my surprised I have just realised that in just a little over 4 months, I have taken approximately 2,000 photos just on you! Just imagine if the digital camera doesn't exist, all these photos would not have been possible.
My mother called around seven saying that you were crying, we didn’t think much of it, because at the age of 2 months it is in your job description to cry, but this time the crying sound over the mobile phone was somehow different, it wasn’t a frustration cry or a ‘feed me’ cry, you were really, really screaming. 
I must say your mother handled it much better than I did, to save time your mother was dropped off at my parents while I drove off to find a parking space. You would always have better luck choosing the winning numbers in a lottery than finding a parking space in the Worachak area on a Saturday evening (the notorious Klong-Tom weekend market, where you can find anything from used washing machine parts to used false teeth (stolen)).
I had just barely parked the car when I was ordered to pick you up. Hearing you scream in full was so scary, you were in so much pain, and the hospital was almost 30 minutes away. The next 30 minutes ranked very highly on my ‘most hated moment in my life’ list, you and your mother was sitting in the back and she was doing everything possible to take your mind of the pain (not very successful), and I was driving like a Shanghai taxi driver. Flying over the speed bumps at the speed of light probably didn’t help you one bit, but for me, driving as fast as I could was the only thing I could do.
BNH (Bangkok Nursing Home) hospital was so peaceful (it must have been around 20:00 when we arrived), only a few people was sitting in the large entrance hall (Information to the left, escalator to the right leading to the paediatric clinic) and cashier straight ahead. Your screams filled the hall magnificently.
Everything was so slow, where was the *&^%*&# doctor? Once she got there (she was very pretty but looking very tired), she began to talk through all the things that could be causing you the pain (your mother and I had expected that it was gas from the very beginning). She began to describe the various cause, followed by the examination on that prognostic (insect in your ear? Let me take a look. Insect in your nose, let me take a look…), and there were so many things, I was getting so frustrated (but I behaved like a well trained bunny, nodding all the while, but on the inside I just wanted her to give you something for the gas!). 
Luckily, there was no blood… and finally she came to a conclusion that it could be gas, in this electronic age I was told to go to the cashier while your prescription would be sent internally, I walked (trying to be calm) over to the cashier (all the while I can hear your scream in the distant), a lady from the emergency came with me, she was running ahead of me trying to do everything she could to make sure I get the medicine as soon as possible. 
After a few minutes the screaming stopped and you began to smile again (another nurse carried you for a while, and that was great for your mother), we couldn’t be any happier (not to mentioned my parents who were calling every 5 minutes), and 30 minutes later, after we were absolutely sure that you were okay, we decided to drive back home, and along the way you had another attack… but not as bad as the one before.
So no more afternoon nap like this until the weekend... haa haa haa haa haa.
Because he was here for work, we only had the Sunday to meet up, it was fantastic, not only do I get to meet him but his wife as well (Auntie Emma, he is one lucky guy :)
We had a nice lunch and then spent the afternoon in our house going through the old photographs that I had taken, and trust me Emma was enjoying it the most, to see Uncle Gavin trying to put a condom on his head was a real surprise for her (condom on the head and setting fire to things seemed to be the normal progression of life in our house... I think it was kind of normal) 
You are growing so fast now, we have noticed that you have started smiling and making funny sound, here is a recent pic of you...
I have never thought that I could be so much into 'Shit', really... I mean you being our first and everything, so it was natural to be just a little paranoid (especially the first week). Even now more than a month later, I have to take a look at your poo every time! Just in case you were thinking your parents are totally insane, your 'poo' can tell us so much on your well being (just surf the net).
You screamed at around 2.14 am on the 5th of May, the birth queue was pretty bad, as it was a good day (it's a Chinese thing), you were the second to be born at the hospital on that day.