Once upon a time, my boy received a lovely gift pack from a good mate (I bet his wife did the careful shopping). He was two months old when we first visited them.
In the pack was a dark brown bear comforter snuggly (what do you call it?) and we'd place it on his chest every time he slept. I believe that's how he grew attached to it. :)
He'd shriek with glee each time he spotted the bear when we put him in his cot, and would proceed to chew on its snout or tag. In fact, he'd suck on the tag until he'd fall asleep during his naps.
Above is one of the pictures I took of his nap times in the past. I just couldn't resist smiling (with total adoration for my boy, hehe) whenever I find him with The Very Hungry Caterpillar cloth book or the bear partially covering his face.
He adored the bear so much that if you were to hold the bear and any other plush toys hostage, he'd dive and save the bear first.
Always.
A few weeks ago, we flew to Malaysia to celebrate Chinese New Year with our families. We made sure the bear traveled with us as his dependable companion on the plane.
Unfortunately, unknown to me, the bear fell out of my bag last Monday at KLIA before we cleared security check for our flight to Melbourne. I only realised this halfway through our flight.
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| Close up of the bear. |
I was so so so gutted.
I felt terrible.
Bin and I were horrified!
The night we got home, I think Brendan had difficulties with heading into dreamland. Not sure if it was because there was no bear, as well as jet lag and tired, but he cried inconsolably for an hour.
Two nights after that, he cried for 2 hours.
OMG it was tough for everyone as we were a bit under the weather, too.
I decided then and there that I'd try to replicate the bear for him as the bear was no longer available on the shelves (since months back).
Geez, talk about true love for my baby ...
It took me 3 nights (intermittent hours here and there) and I finally managed to make something which resembled closely to the bear. Granted that the materials I used were not 100% accurate, but colour wise, I almost nailed it.
Kinda.
When we presented the bear to him, he smiled and reached out for it. He checked its snout and tag, and decided that the bear was alright.
He doesn't have the same attachment as he did with the first one but he's doing much better now. At least he has something to reach out to when he needs it. :)
But should the hubs hold it hostage with the other plush toys, the bear would not be his first choice to save.
Nevertheless, I'm pretty impressed with my newbie skills. Heh.
