In the past, due to the lack of medical information, childhood diseases and because of Korea's seasonal temperature differences, the death rate for children was extremely high. Many children died before they reached their 1st birthday. Because of this reason, it is Korean custom to celebrate a child's Baek-Il, or 100 day birthday. Today, April 29, 2011 is Aiden's 100 day birthday. I know that if my mom were here, this would be a big day filled with celebration, family, good food, and great memories. But since she's not, Aiden, my brother and I had a little mini-celebration for my little man. One of the traditions associated with a child's Baek-Il is the giving of gold jewelry to the child. My brother lent Aiden his Baek-Il jewelry to commemorate the day. The three of us had a special lunch and enjoyed some family time with one another. Here's a picture of Aiden sporting some bling. =)

These are the kind of times I miss my mom the most. She would have loved celebrating this traditional Korean birthday with Aiden. But I know she's looking down on him from heaven, wishing him lots of love and luck for his future.

Aiden is growing so fast! As much as I love watching him grow and change, I'm sad he's not a little baby anymore! I'm trying my best to cherish every little snuggle and coo!!
We're taking Aiden to a pediatric ENT at Hopkins on Wednesday for a consultation for his mild stridor. When he was about a month and a half we noticed that he was a noisy breather. The pediatrician attributed it to some mild congestion he had at the time, but now that the congestion has subsided, the noisiness continued. We're hoping that it's what the pediatrician thinks it is, a common upper airway issue that Aiden will eventually grow out of. She didn't seem overly concerned since it only occurs once in awhile, does not interfere with his ability to feed, and he is growing well. We'll keep you posted on the results of the appointment.
I return to work on Monday with a mixture of emotions ranging from sadness and anxiety to a feeling of uncertainty. I know it'll be hard to leave my baby Monday morning and miss out on his first smile of the day, but I know he'll be in good hands, waiting to give me a huge grin when I come home.