I bought 2 kids from the market!
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
AN's Fish
Wanted to shoot a picture of this fish that AN drew but before I could, ER, with Mr Liow's help, added 'colour' to it (much to AN's annoyance that her drawing was destroyed).
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Adrielle
I don't know how I should title this post about my little girl. This is about her.
She got me upset again, because she wouldn't take no for an answer. She asked for bubble bath but I wouldn't allow her one because she didn't want to get up after that last week. I had told her after that, that she wasn't going to get bubbles this week as a punishment. But she forgot (can't blame her. She's not time-savvy yet). And this time, gently reminding her that she is facing consequences for disobedience didn't work. My patience wore thin and I got SERIOUSLY upset with her.
Everyday now, there will be something that she haso to be punished for, either a bad behaviour, or bad habit. Mr Liow says I blow up too fast on most occasions. I guess so. I'm dealing with a 4 year old who has her own little world where she resides in sometimes. she's still little and I'm thankful for Mr Liow's reminder that I don't have to punish her for every little negative display of emotions. I need to work on myself regarding this.
Sometimes I wonder why she's more matured at 3 years old and growing increasingly childish at 4 years old now. Is it just AN, or do some children do more childish stuff as they grow older?
Mr Liow took her out for me to cool off and so that I could feed ER. Things were back to normal after they came back.
A while ago, slightly before nap, Mr Liow was helping me watch over the kids while I was in the toilet.
Shortly after, I heard AN screaming in tears and coming out of their room to look for me. First thought was: "Must have been punished by Mr Liow for being naughty again."
I opened my door to see what happened and when she saw me, she started crying and complaining. She wasn't crying in defiance or because of a punishment. She was crying because she felt painful for ER who got smacked by Mr Liow. She was heartbroken and I could hear that in the way she cried (like when I accidentally threw away a brochure she wanted for craftwork).
She recounted the event tearfully: "Ethan wanted the big pillow and daddy snatch from him, then daddy smacked him!" When she finished her sentence, she started crying so painfully I wanted to laugh. I looked at Mr Liow and he said he didn't touch her. He had no idea why she was in tears.
All these while, she had always been constantly protective of ER, reminding whoever had reprimanded ER that he's still a baby and doesn't know what's going on. She wouldn't allow anyone to scold him, let alone smack him.
I think that smack on ER hurt her more than it hurt him.
This tender hearted jie jie melted me. How could I be so upset with a little girl like that, so often? But then again, a little girl like that can be up to mischief too.
She pleaded with me to tell daddy not to smack ER and continued sobbing in distress till I told her I'd speak to him.
The moment she went into the room again, she started hugging the little boy protectively.
Whatever nasty struggle we had this morning disappeared. Thank God for opening my eyes to the sweet jie jie who's so protective of the younger one. Sometimes she's not too willing to share with him, toys that she's currently playing, but she will either find an alternative to pass to him, or let him have them after she's done.
I should be thankful. And this incident is something about AN's love for ER that I've noticed for the first time.
She got me upset again, because she wouldn't take no for an answer. She asked for bubble bath but I wouldn't allow her one because she didn't want to get up after that last week. I had told her after that, that she wasn't going to get bubbles this week as a punishment. But she forgot (can't blame her. She's not time-savvy yet). And this time, gently reminding her that she is facing consequences for disobedience didn't work. My patience wore thin and I got SERIOUSLY upset with her.
Everyday now, there will be something that she haso to be punished for, either a bad behaviour, or bad habit. Mr Liow says I blow up too fast on most occasions. I guess so. I'm dealing with a 4 year old who has her own little world where she resides in sometimes. she's still little and I'm thankful for Mr Liow's reminder that I don't have to punish her for every little negative display of emotions. I need to work on myself regarding this.
Sometimes I wonder why she's more matured at 3 years old and growing increasingly childish at 4 years old now. Is it just AN, or do some children do more childish stuff as they grow older?
Mr Liow took her out for me to cool off and so that I could feed ER. Things were back to normal after they came back.
A while ago, slightly before nap, Mr Liow was helping me watch over the kids while I was in the toilet.
Shortly after, I heard AN screaming in tears and coming out of their room to look for me. First thought was: "Must have been punished by Mr Liow for being naughty again."
I opened my door to see what happened and when she saw me, she started crying and complaining. She wasn't crying in defiance or because of a punishment. She was crying because she felt painful for ER who got smacked by Mr Liow. She was heartbroken and I could hear that in the way she cried (like when I accidentally threw away a brochure she wanted for craftwork).
She recounted the event tearfully: "Ethan wanted the big pillow and daddy snatch from him, then daddy smacked him!" When she finished her sentence, she started crying so painfully I wanted to laugh. I looked at Mr Liow and he said he didn't touch her. He had no idea why she was in tears.
All these while, she had always been constantly protective of ER, reminding whoever had reprimanded ER that he's still a baby and doesn't know what's going on. She wouldn't allow anyone to scold him, let alone smack him.
I think that smack on ER hurt her more than it hurt him.
This tender hearted jie jie melted me. How could I be so upset with a little girl like that, so often? But then again, a little girl like that can be up to mischief too.
She pleaded with me to tell daddy not to smack ER and continued sobbing in distress till I told her I'd speak to him.
The moment she went into the room again, she started hugging the little boy protectively.
Whatever nasty struggle we had this morning disappeared. Thank God for opening my eyes to the sweet jie jie who's so protective of the younger one. Sometimes she's not too willing to share with him, toys that she's currently playing, but she will either find an alternative to pass to him, or let him have them after she's done.
I should be thankful. And this incident is something about AN's love for ER that I've noticed for the first time.
Monday, August 29, 2011
While Waiting
Outside her music class waiting for teacher to come, and testing my new phone. It's FAR better than my Beam. Love it!
Tattoo
Mr Liow got a tattoo. He wanted a dragon, or some patriotic chinese words but the little princess preferred something like this:
The So-Cool Daddy
The So-Cool Daddy
Friday, August 26, 2011
ER's New Ability and Habits
He's starting to 'sing' lately. He holds a 'note' for longer than his usual blabbering.
He has a new hobby too: he blows bubbles, with his saliva. Yes, it's disgusting, but undeniably adorable. Because he's a baby. Babies get away with most things. ER gets away with messing up his jie jie's things. She gets upset, fumes, but immediately jumps to his defense when he gets reprimanded for his misdeed: "He's just a little baby. He doesn't know what he's doing. Don't scold him."
I had been teaching him to get off the sofa by pushing his lower body down first, before his upper body. He's still attempting to dive his way down! He got it once this afternoon and managed to get off the sofa safely but not anymore after that one attempt. Not bad though. He does it once, he'll do it again.
He's standing on his own, unassisted. He's not very good at it yet, but when he's engrossed, he forgets he's not leaning against anything and stands for that few seconds.
He's still cruising like he did weeks ago, so there's nothing new yet.
He had learnt to 'pinch'. It doesn't take him much to pick something up with thumb and index finger now.
I love having conversations with him. And he's entertaining me by 'replying' more lately (just weeks ago, he would struggle to break away so that he could crawl and explore). This is one different behavior from baby AN who would, on most occasions, gladly sit on our laps to 'talk' to us, or just watch when we talked to her. ER just keeps trying to break free more often than not.
ER had been banging his fists together and shaking his hands. I wonder if he's starting to use the baby signs I had been using with him (namely, 'more' and 'enough' in these cases). I take these actions at face value to mean what I suppose they should mean, repeat the sign verbally and act upon it (if he bangs his fists, I'll say "more" and continue with what we had been doing, or "enough" and then stop). Hope this will help him understand the signs better, especially since he is able to do these actions with his hands now.
He's starting to imitate us. He sees AN drawing and when he gets hold of a pen/pencil/crayon, he starts rubbing them against paper like he saw AN do it. We hold a hand up, he'll do the hi-five with us. We open and close our palms to say goodbye, he does the same. I put dirt or stuff like hair, into the Delphin when it's on air-purifying mode, he saw, and then at attempted to push a toy in too.
He shows his emotions in the most obvious manner: he smiles and even laughs without provocation when he's happy, and cries bad when he's upset, usually when it's night lately. He has to see me, or be near to me. Best if I carry him. Nothing else stops those tears.
He's all over the place now. He'll be my workout from now on.
He has a new hobby too: he blows bubbles, with his saliva. Yes, it's disgusting, but undeniably adorable. Because he's a baby. Babies get away with most things. ER gets away with messing up his jie jie's things. She gets upset, fumes, but immediately jumps to his defense when he gets reprimanded for his misdeed: "He's just a little baby. He doesn't know what he's doing. Don't scold him."
I had been teaching him to get off the sofa by pushing his lower body down first, before his upper body. He's still attempting to dive his way down! He got it once this afternoon and managed to get off the sofa safely but not anymore after that one attempt. Not bad though. He does it once, he'll do it again.
He's standing on his own, unassisted. He's not very good at it yet, but when he's engrossed, he forgets he's not leaning against anything and stands for that few seconds.
He's still cruising like he did weeks ago, so there's nothing new yet.
He had learnt to 'pinch'. It doesn't take him much to pick something up with thumb and index finger now.
I love having conversations with him. And he's entertaining me by 'replying' more lately (just weeks ago, he would struggle to break away so that he could crawl and explore). This is one different behavior from baby AN who would, on most occasions, gladly sit on our laps to 'talk' to us, or just watch when we talked to her. ER just keeps trying to break free more often than not.
ER had been banging his fists together and shaking his hands. I wonder if he's starting to use the baby signs I had been using with him (namely, 'more' and 'enough' in these cases). I take these actions at face value to mean what I suppose they should mean, repeat the sign verbally and act upon it (if he bangs his fists, I'll say "more" and continue with what we had been doing, or "enough" and then stop). Hope this will help him understand the signs better, especially since he is able to do these actions with his hands now.
He's starting to imitate us. He sees AN drawing and when he gets hold of a pen/pencil/crayon, he starts rubbing them against paper like he saw AN do it. We hold a hand up, he'll do the hi-five with us. We open and close our palms to say goodbye, he does the same. I put dirt or stuff like hair, into the Delphin when it's on air-purifying mode, he saw, and then at attempted to push a toy in too.
He shows his emotions in the most obvious manner: he smiles and even laughs without provocation when he's happy, and cries bad when he's upset, usually when it's night lately. He has to see me, or be near to me. Best if I carry him. Nothing else stops those tears.
He's all over the place now. He'll be my workout from now on.
Innovation
With Lego, you can have everything imaginable, and construct-able:
From a cell phone
To a camera
From a cell phone
To a camera
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Waiting for AN
Had a scuffle with AN this morning. She threw a tantrum and I did not handle it properly. In fact, I blew up and she didn't dare come to me.
Sigh..... I'm one terrible mum.
I held her and accidentally stepped on her shoes. She fell and cried but instead of showing concern, I ignored her. I stole s glance at her knee where she might have scrapped some skin off and saw no bruises. Guess I did manage to pull her back in time.
We didn't make peace before she went to class. I didn't want to see her.
She's just 4....and I expect a tantrum-free 4 year old? I've seen enough of tantrums when we are outside shopping and am I still not satisfied that AN tries to behave? In fact, she never attempts to throw a fit outside home, or even if she's insistent on something, speaking to her helps (although she may be sore about giving in).
I have issues with how she had been stamping in defiance lately, and how she sometimes appear to not hear me even after I repeat myself several times.
Did a search and was assured that kids need reminders over and over again, even if it's over something they do not usually need to reminded about.
Do I want her to listen to me without me listening to her? Do I want to be a tyrant?
So, I need to be slow to anger...!
Please, if u happen to be praying, kindly remember me in prayers. I am not the type of mum I want to be to my kids, especially AN now. I should have made peace with her before she went to class...I'm regretting it now and missing her loads.
Am counting down to 1.30pm...
P.s: mum is grumbling in the kitchen now. She found cockroach poop in the kitchen cabinets and is super pissed because she just turned the cabinets inside out and cleared them of the pests' wastes yesterday. And she had been really satisfied with her achievement. Under her breath, she vowed the cockroach will die a horribly instant death the very moment she sees it or them, for causing her huge efforts to be in vain. Quite funny to see her so upset over the cockroach. I'm out whole day now. Someday, I'll be busy cockroach hunting like her.
Sigh..... I'm one terrible mum.
I held her and accidentally stepped on her shoes. She fell and cried but instead of showing concern, I ignored her. I stole s glance at her knee where she might have scrapped some skin off and saw no bruises. Guess I did manage to pull her back in time.
We didn't make peace before she went to class. I didn't want to see her.
She's just 4....and I expect a tantrum-free 4 year old? I've seen enough of tantrums when we are outside shopping and am I still not satisfied that AN tries to behave? In fact, she never attempts to throw a fit outside home, or even if she's insistent on something, speaking to her helps (although she may be sore about giving in).
I have issues with how she had been stamping in defiance lately, and how she sometimes appear to not hear me even after I repeat myself several times.
Did a search and was assured that kids need reminders over and over again, even if it's over something they do not usually need to reminded about.
Do I want her to listen to me without me listening to her? Do I want to be a tyrant?
So, I need to be slow to anger...!
Please, if u happen to be praying, kindly remember me in prayers. I am not the type of mum I want to be to my kids, especially AN now. I should have made peace with her before she went to class...I'm regretting it now and missing her loads.
Am counting down to 1.30pm...
P.s: mum is grumbling in the kitchen now. She found cockroach poop in the kitchen cabinets and is super pissed because she just turned the cabinets inside out and cleared them of the pests' wastes yesterday. And she had been really satisfied with her achievement. Under her breath, she vowed the cockroach will die a horribly instant death the very moment she sees it or them, for causing her huge efforts to be in vain. Quite funny to see her so upset over the cockroach. I'm out whole day now. Someday, I'll be busy cockroach hunting like her.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Missing Baileys
Found this half written post and decided to continue....
It's been 2 months. I wonder how they are doing.
Spent some time helping Mr Liow with his report last night till almost 2am. Baileys and Maen would usually be waiting outside.
After returning to the kids' room, I couldn't really go to sleep. Memories were keeping me awake.
I recalled how Baileys came home with us the first day. Mr Liow was so afraid of hurting fragile little Baileys and for the first time in his life, Mr Liow road hogged. He drove a normal speed with Maen, and even on our home after my stay at Mt.A with my newborn human babies. With B, he drove really really safe.
B was unsure upon reaching home. He inspected the place, trodded gingerly on the tiled floor, sniffed around and jumped at the little sound. I couldn't stop cuddling him and he welcomed that. And I sprung into action, ready to toilet train him. It didn't take long for him to realize cuddles feel good, and soon he knew where he had to do his business. He was trapped near the toilet before he was fully toilet trained while we were at work, but escaped one day, soon after he came home with us. When we saw him greeting us at the door, we were ready for a house of poop and pee, because he wasn't ready yet!
To our very pleasant surprise, the house was clean. He actually squeezed his way back in to do his business in the toilet! Smart boy!
We used to sleep together while Mr Liow worked in the room and we encountered our first tremor together as a family late one night! We carried him and ran down to wait till the tremors went away.
He chewed on corners of our furnitures and sofa during his first year.
He loved to sit between our laps and still did before he left us.
I missed his face, his constantly being near, his smell....I missed calling his name, I missed his footsteps. I missed running my hands over his bony body frame, missed trimming his nails while he rested on my laps...people used to advise me to trim his nails while he was awake since he was a puppy because otherwise, by the time he grew older and stronger and not so sleepy anymore, he wouldn't allow me to trim his nails.
That didn't happen. He still sleeps till the last time I trimmed his nails before he left. And he allowed me to trim his paw fur with the wahl shaver since the very first time without any struggle...someone said he must have trusted me a lot because the noise startle some dogs and it takes a little getting used to the feeling on their paws...He trusted me but I failed him.
I remember how he started to mark the house after AN came. He marked the vacuum cleaner, the broom, marked corners and several other spots. But he was never mean to AN the newborn. He grew with her and loved her. She grew up loving their presence and could stop lying on them. Baileys would simply walk away when he didn't enjoy being laid on. She would forcefully hug him and he'd just try to escape or if she caught him, he'd resign to fate and sit still. I'd warn baby AN that he'd bite her if he felt threatened but I didn't feel like I was describing him at all. He never did, no matter how over affectionate AN was with him.
Up till his last encounter with ER, he was never aggressive. In fact, he had gotten the chance to 'taste' the new boy on the block.
I wonder how he's doing now. I wonder what he's doing now. I wonder if he misses the kids. I wonder if he prefers his new buddy or misses Maen the irritating little silly girl...I wonder if....
It's been 2 months. I wonder how they are doing.
Spent some time helping Mr Liow with his report last night till almost 2am. Baileys and Maen would usually be waiting outside.
After returning to the kids' room, I couldn't really go to sleep. Memories were keeping me awake.
I recalled how Baileys came home with us the first day. Mr Liow was so afraid of hurting fragile little Baileys and for the first time in his life, Mr Liow road hogged. He drove a normal speed with Maen, and even on our home after my stay at Mt.A with my newborn human babies. With B, he drove really really safe.
B was unsure upon reaching home. He inspected the place, trodded gingerly on the tiled floor, sniffed around and jumped at the little sound. I couldn't stop cuddling him and he welcomed that. And I sprung into action, ready to toilet train him. It didn't take long for him to realize cuddles feel good, and soon he knew where he had to do his business. He was trapped near the toilet before he was fully toilet trained while we were at work, but escaped one day, soon after he came home with us. When we saw him greeting us at the door, we were ready for a house of poop and pee, because he wasn't ready yet!
To our very pleasant surprise, the house was clean. He actually squeezed his way back in to do his business in the toilet! Smart boy!
We used to sleep together while Mr Liow worked in the room and we encountered our first tremor together as a family late one night! We carried him and ran down to wait till the tremors went away.
He chewed on corners of our furnitures and sofa during his first year.
He loved to sit between our laps and still did before he left us.
I missed his face, his constantly being near, his smell....I missed calling his name, I missed his footsteps. I missed running my hands over his bony body frame, missed trimming his nails while he rested on my laps...people used to advise me to trim his nails while he was awake since he was a puppy because otherwise, by the time he grew older and stronger and not so sleepy anymore, he wouldn't allow me to trim his nails.
That didn't happen. He still sleeps till the last time I trimmed his nails before he left. And he allowed me to trim his paw fur with the wahl shaver since the very first time without any struggle...someone said he must have trusted me a lot because the noise startle some dogs and it takes a little getting used to the feeling on their paws...He trusted me but I failed him.
I remember how he started to mark the house after AN came. He marked the vacuum cleaner, the broom, marked corners and several other spots. But he was never mean to AN the newborn. He grew with her and loved her. She grew up loving their presence and could stop lying on them. Baileys would simply walk away when he didn't enjoy being laid on. She would forcefully hug him and he'd just try to escape or if she caught him, he'd resign to fate and sit still. I'd warn baby AN that he'd bite her if he felt threatened but I didn't feel like I was describing him at all. He never did, no matter how over affectionate AN was with him.
Up till his last encounter with ER, he was never aggressive. In fact, he had gotten the chance to 'taste' the new boy on the block.
I wonder how he's doing now. I wonder what he's doing now. I wonder if he misses the kids. I wonder if he prefers his new buddy or misses Maen the irritating little silly girl...I wonder if....
On the Move
It was a long day yesterday.
AN had her music class at 11am so we had to leave home by 10.15 am.
Then it was baby Caleb's 1st month baby shower at Singapore Poly. Woke up early to prepare ER's porridge so while we had a variety of yummy food, he had only porridge with fish and eggplant (made with chicken stock, and I had started adding garlic in his food. I somewhat suspect he likes garlic because his growth spurt started about when I started adding garlic to his food). That's about all he is supposed to have anyway (baby-type of food) Hehe.
It makes me happy to see him eating. For the past few days, he had been eating really well. Mr Liow said it's his growth spurt. Seems like it.
Was supposed to meet the girls after that but was told YH's grandma passed away on Saturday. The ministry arranged to go pay his family a visit so we decided to be there as well.
We weren't appropriately dressed for a funeral, so Mr Liow went home to get AN and I something else to change into while we stayed inside the car. The kids were tired and fast asleep. Me too.
Next thing I knew, MIL was outside the car. Mr Liow would send her to MRT station. She didn't say anything to me and I had nothing to say to her.
Mum had taught me well since young and it's become a habit I greet people I meet (especially the elders). It wasn't easy for me to ignore her from the time she got into the car till she got off. She didn't say goodbye either, and I won't bother.
I don't think it's as important as she had always emphasized, to greet the elders. Mr Liow never greets my parents when he sees them, so why must she receive anything more?
It's unhealthy, my special ability to remember things I should forget. I've forgiven Mr Liow for being demeaning to both my parents when they were in Tucson, but those images of what happened could never go away. And I'm not ready to overlook how the empress gets special treatment more than she deserves.
Argh....enough of her!!! Why do I keep mentioning her??
Anyway, kids were tired, continued sleeping on the way to Yishun, then woke up in a daze when we reached. Had dinner (us and AN with the ministry) after that but nothing for poor ER coz I didn't expect to be out the whole day. If we had gone to meet the girls, I could go home to get food for ER before dinner with the empress. But I couldn't be bothered to suggest a dinner with her, this time especially....so 'poor' ER had yummy fish ball mee sua. He didn't behave like he was a poor soul though, because the mee sua really tastes good. (p.s: the fish ball noodle stall at Sembawang Shopping Center serves the best fish ball noodles in my opinion. Even their plain mee sua in soup tastes good! Let me not start mentioning their dried noodles with chilli. Sauce is good...*slurp*) I felt terribly guilty thinking of all the sodium he was having, even though the food tasted good.
Am going to make it up to him by giving him his healthy food again today.
I've not mentioned yet, that he loves cheese too. Hee. Another food that's high in sodium...got to do my maths and make sure he doesn't exceed the 1g when I feed him cheese.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Don't Teach Me!!
Who's the one who keeps pointing out this and that about our home and telling us that we have to be very watchful when caring for ER? Who's the one who is so engrossed in her TV programs that I had to call out to her FIVE FREAKING TIMES before she realised I was talking to her? And she had only 1 leg stretched out on the sofa, believing that will block ER from falling. When Mr Liow reminded her that the one leg wouldn't stop him from diving head down, she confidently replied him that she is very careful and that she brought 4 kids up. She said she knows.
And then??? ER fell back hitting his head while sitting after crawling away from her!! Because she said she was too far from him. How could she be too far from him?? My guess is, SHE WAS GLUED TO THE TV AND DIDN'T EVEN REALISE HE WAS OUT OF HER REACH!
Call yourself a careful and experienced guardian??? My kids never fell this had even when I had to entertain both at the same time! The times AN fell or knocked her head under my care, she was learning (to walk, to crawl, but never because I don't know what she's doing or where she was). And the first time AN bled, it was, again, under her care. Or to better term it, under her negligience! AN fell, hit her chin on the table and her gums started bleeding. We heard her crying and came out to see. She said AN only lost her balance and fell onto her butt. My maternal instinct detected something more and when I flipped her lips up, her gums were bleeding badly.
I felt heartache then...but she got upset instead of us! She told Mr Liow off for blaming her when we didn't. Couldn't our reaction to our bleeding baby be that of panic and concern? First child then...I got Mr Liow to SMS her an apology for overeacting and explained that we didn't blame her for AN's fall then. How STUPID CAN I BE?? She didn't even apologize for he negligience.
This time, another loud bang and I saw my boy lying on his back on the floor, screaming in pain. Really, I'm never going to entrust my kids her ever again! How delusive can she be, that she always thinks she's a very careful grandma?? Even after so many 'accidents' that never was her fault??
I grabbed the screaming ER from her and went into the room. If she wants to get upset like she did the previous time, I'm not going to be bothered anymore! I have more rights to react when my kids fall (in these instances, bad. Not just knocks, but FALLS!!). More rights than she has to react our reaction.
Kids fall. I agree.
But really, YOU HAVE THE LEAST RIGHTS TO TEACH ME WHAT TO DO, simply because amazingly, my kids fell most under your negligence than under anyone else's care!
I'll keep my housework for other days of the week. No thanks to you for offering to help, ever again. I could have shouted at you and I would have! What the ........ were you doing? DREAMING?? I'm glad I didn't. By now I can still say that my conscience is clear and although respect should be earned by the deserving, I wasn't stingy in donating it to THIS undeserving person.
So, enough of acting senior and experienced, kind, nice, loving or whatever! Enough. ENOUGH!
And I thought I have problems with self control. Maybe I've wasted every ounce on her when I should have saved it on my AN.
ARGH!
I hope ER doesn't throw up tonight.....please
:(
Heartache............
...........
And then??? ER fell back hitting his head while sitting after crawling away from her!! Because she said she was too far from him. How could she be too far from him?? My guess is, SHE WAS GLUED TO THE TV AND DIDN'T EVEN REALISE HE WAS OUT OF HER REACH!
Call yourself a careful and experienced guardian??? My kids never fell this had even when I had to entertain both at the same time! The times AN fell or knocked her head under my care, she was learning (to walk, to crawl, but never because I don't know what she's doing or where she was). And the first time AN bled, it was, again, under her care. Or to better term it, under her negligience! AN fell, hit her chin on the table and her gums started bleeding. We heard her crying and came out to see. She said AN only lost her balance and fell onto her butt. My maternal instinct detected something more and when I flipped her lips up, her gums were bleeding badly.
I felt heartache then...but she got upset instead of us! She told Mr Liow off for blaming her when we didn't. Couldn't our reaction to our bleeding baby be that of panic and concern? First child then...I got Mr Liow to SMS her an apology for overeacting and explained that we didn't blame her for AN's fall then. How STUPID CAN I BE?? She didn't even apologize for he negligience.
This time, another loud bang and I saw my boy lying on his back on the floor, screaming in pain. Really, I'm never going to entrust my kids her ever again! How delusive can she be, that she always thinks she's a very careful grandma?? Even after so many 'accidents' that never was her fault??
I grabbed the screaming ER from her and went into the room. If she wants to get upset like she did the previous time, I'm not going to be bothered anymore! I have more rights to react when my kids fall (in these instances, bad. Not just knocks, but FALLS!!). More rights than she has to react our reaction.
Kids fall. I agree.
But really, YOU HAVE THE LEAST RIGHTS TO TEACH ME WHAT TO DO, simply because amazingly, my kids fell most under your negligence than under anyone else's care!
I'll keep my housework for other days of the week. No thanks to you for offering to help, ever again. I could have shouted at you and I would have! What the ........ were you doing? DREAMING?? I'm glad I didn't. By now I can still say that my conscience is clear and although respect should be earned by the deserving, I wasn't stingy in donating it to THIS undeserving person.
So, enough of acting senior and experienced, kind, nice, loving or whatever! Enough. ENOUGH!
And I thought I have problems with self control. Maybe I've wasted every ounce on her when I should have saved it on my AN.
ARGH!
I hope ER doesn't throw up tonight.....please
:(
Heartache............
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Ethan, Another Maen
He is starting to show Maen-like behaviors more and more:
He crawls and drools all over the floor, just like she used to. The only difference is in the consistency of their drool (Maen's drool being thicker, stickier. ER's thinner).
He sticks to me like Maen loved to. She used to have to be so near to me I always end up tripping over her a lot. ER is another sticker.
He fidgets a lot during baths, like Maen used to. When I washed her face, she would look right into my eyes and that would probably be the only time she was still during baths. ER looks at me when I carry him face up, to wash his hair. And that's the only time he looks at me, and stops fidgeting.
Maen loved to hide in one particular 'cave' among the 3 that our coffee table comes with. The crawling boy has found those same 'caves' during one of his numerous crawling expedition and attempts to stick his head in that particular one. He needs a little more practice at aiming his head INTO the 'cave' because all he does is to forcefully push his head AGAINST the top of the table instead. Once he learns to get his head INTO the 'cave', he'll take over Maen's ex-territory.
Maen loved to jump onto the armrest of our sofa and to watch people playing downstairs. ER is doing the same now, except that he's more interested in the climbing than people watching.
Maen loved to rub herself on me, like ER enjoys rubbing his head against my face now.
I miss my little silly girl....i wonder how she's doing now. And Baileys. I can't forget how he was always around to make sure AN didn't fall off from anywhere high when she was ER's age now. These memories came back this afternoon while ER was attempting to dive onto the floor. Baileys wouldn't have given him the chance to dive...
Mum remembers how protective Baileys was with AN. She knows I miss them and she suggested we bring BM home for a short stay when they are ready.
I wish this is possible but I don't want to give them false hopes, or the wrong idea that 'boarding' is over. That's if their new parents agree to the stayover to begin with. Are they even ready for us to visit them yet?
I miss them.
He crawls and drools all over the floor, just like she used to. The only difference is in the consistency of their drool (Maen's drool being thicker, stickier. ER's thinner).
He sticks to me like Maen loved to. She used to have to be so near to me I always end up tripping over her a lot. ER is another sticker.
He fidgets a lot during baths, like Maen used to. When I washed her face, she would look right into my eyes and that would probably be the only time she was still during baths. ER looks at me when I carry him face up, to wash his hair. And that's the only time he looks at me, and stops fidgeting.
Maen loved to hide in one particular 'cave' among the 3 that our coffee table comes with. The crawling boy has found those same 'caves' during one of his numerous crawling expedition and attempts to stick his head in that particular one. He needs a little more practice at aiming his head INTO the 'cave' because all he does is to forcefully push his head AGAINST the top of the table instead. Once he learns to get his head INTO the 'cave', he'll take over Maen's ex-territory.
Maen loved to jump onto the armrest of our sofa and to watch people playing downstairs. ER is doing the same now, except that he's more interested in the climbing than people watching.
Maen loved to rub herself on me, like ER enjoys rubbing his head against my face now.
I miss my little silly girl....i wonder how she's doing now. And Baileys. I can't forget how he was always around to make sure AN didn't fall off from anywhere high when she was ER's age now. These memories came back this afternoon while ER was attempting to dive onto the floor. Baileys wouldn't have given him the chance to dive...
Mum remembers how protective Baileys was with AN. She knows I miss them and she suggested we bring BM home for a short stay when they are ready.
I wish this is possible but I don't want to give them false hopes, or the wrong idea that 'boarding' is over. That's if their new parents agree to the stayover to begin with. Are they even ready for us to visit them yet?
I miss them.
Thursday, August 18, 2011
So sweet of gong gong
Dad helped bring AN home after school yesterday and before he did, he went to Compasspoint to get 2 hotdog buns for her.
Dad doesn't go to Compasspoint if he didn't have to. He commented that he didn't like eating there. My dad doesn't shop. So, the only reason for him to be there would be, to get us dinner (should his suggestion to getting food from the few of his favorite coffees shops fail to go through).
That's how much he will go for AN.
Dad is getting old, and i think easily tired because he's old. Times when I think he grumbles about mum making a mess in the kitchen when she cooks for us and he has to clean up, I assume he's selfish because he nags about packing food instead. Mum hates it when he behaves like that.
It's a pity she doesn't get to see that my dad can also be a loving gong gong. To us, Compasspoint is another place to hangout. It's an extra mile to him but he would go that distance for AN, and for me, by bringing her home so I didn't have to.
Compare that to "Too bad I stay too far from you..." and immediately under the same breath, "I'm waiting to receive a call from my friend and then I'll go out." Who cares if we are sick and would appreciate a little help, although we won't die coz we don't really NEED her since she's not willing.
I wonder why my mum will travel across the island from SENGKANG to Redhill on her own to get us dinner some days, just because AN loves prata and she thinks the prata there taste good, or because the kway chap there is yummy.
Will someone else do it for us? She's frank and said she wouldnt go that far to pack food for the family because it's needless, more so if she has to take a bus because she HATES to take buses. But she said she will travel to have good food (read: expensive hotel buffets) and she enjoys such dining experiences with her friends.
Why am I always upset when MIL comes to mind? Because I can't help being reminded about how she gets things her way, all the time, even when she only came for a month to stay with us in Tucson, twice. Even when I protested. The dowager wants, the dowager gets. Run run run as far as we can....
I guess I just have problems with hypocrisy and self righteousness. And her expectation of others far far exceeding her expectation of herself, if she ever expects anything of herself. Only 2 of such kind I personally know: an ex-colleague I used to grumble about, and her.
Ain't I glad I am not one who can bravely stand up and oppose her? Or maybe raise my voice at her in disagreement instead of hide in the room of my own house to write away furiously, words that I wish I dare tell her. Is my cowardice good, or is it not?
How did I come to this....I was talking about my dad.
Anyway, I'm back at my parents' place. I enjoyed the day with the kids at our own place yesterday, getting busy with preparing food for them, clearing the mess (little stuff AN overlooked after she packed up her own toys when she was done playing), magic-kleening the floor so ER wouldn't pick up anything dirty as he crawled, and all other housework. I felt useful. Hehe.
It's Thursday today, and HI! Friday, I see you too! Time pass real quick. It's going to be weekend soon. I love weekends. I've learnt to stay blank when faced with unnecessary comments by MIL and do the complaining later on my blog. Why should I let her spoil my weekend, right?
Dad doesn't go to Compasspoint if he didn't have to. He commented that he didn't like eating there. My dad doesn't shop. So, the only reason for him to be there would be, to get us dinner (should his suggestion to getting food from the few of his favorite coffees shops fail to go through).
That's how much he will go for AN.
Dad is getting old, and i think easily tired because he's old. Times when I think he grumbles about mum making a mess in the kitchen when she cooks for us and he has to clean up, I assume he's selfish because he nags about packing food instead. Mum hates it when he behaves like that.
It's a pity she doesn't get to see that my dad can also be a loving gong gong. To us, Compasspoint is another place to hangout. It's an extra mile to him but he would go that distance for AN, and for me, by bringing her home so I didn't have to.
Compare that to "Too bad I stay too far from you..." and immediately under the same breath, "I'm waiting to receive a call from my friend and then I'll go out." Who cares if we are sick and would appreciate a little help, although we won't die coz we don't really NEED her since she's not willing.
I wonder why my mum will travel across the island from SENGKANG to Redhill on her own to get us dinner some days, just because AN loves prata and she thinks the prata there taste good, or because the kway chap there is yummy.
Will someone else do it for us? She's frank and said she wouldnt go that far to pack food for the family because it's needless, more so if she has to take a bus because she HATES to take buses. But she said she will travel to have good food (read: expensive hotel buffets) and she enjoys such dining experiences with her friends.
Why am I always upset when MIL comes to mind? Because I can't help being reminded about how she gets things her way, all the time, even when she only came for a month to stay with us in Tucson, twice. Even when I protested. The dowager wants, the dowager gets. Run run run as far as we can....
I guess I just have problems with hypocrisy and self righteousness. And her expectation of others far far exceeding her expectation of herself, if she ever expects anything of herself. Only 2 of such kind I personally know: an ex-colleague I used to grumble about, and her.
Ain't I glad I am not one who can bravely stand up and oppose her? Or maybe raise my voice at her in disagreement instead of hide in the room of my own house to write away furiously, words that I wish I dare tell her. Is my cowardice good, or is it not?
How did I come to this....I was talking about my dad.
Anyway, I'm back at my parents' place. I enjoyed the day with the kids at our own place yesterday, getting busy with preparing food for them, clearing the mess (little stuff AN overlooked after she packed up her own toys when she was done playing), magic-kleening the floor so ER wouldn't pick up anything dirty as he crawled, and all other housework. I felt useful. Hehe.
It's Thursday today, and HI! Friday, I see you too! Time pass real quick. It's going to be weekend soon. I love weekends. I've learnt to stay blank when faced with unnecessary comments by MIL and do the complaining later on my blog. Why should I let her spoil my weekend, right?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Stomach Flu Part 2
It's just my suspicion but couple of days after my violent puking and diarrhea, Mr Liow had diarrhea too, like 5 times last Fri. He felt nauseous, took a Diamante and charcoal, then rested and got well the next day.
It's exactly a week today. And my mum just smsed me saying she's having diarrhea too since last evening. She's nauseous but hasn't thrown up. Her symptoms resembles Mr Liow's more. I'm afraid it's stomach flu! Pray she'll be fine.
The thing is, when I'm sick, I have Mr Liow. When he's sick, I can care for him. When mum falls sick, she's alone. My dad doesn't like to visit the doctor, not even when he almost fainted from throwing up once when I was young. And if mum needs a doctor for whatever reasons, he doesn't only refuse to accompany her, he'll try self diagnose her symptoms and ask her to medicate with whatever they have in their medicine cabinet. True, not everything needs medication, but dehydration needs treatment. Diarrhea and puking has to be stoped.
This time, dad himself is all weak from flu.
Mum asked me to get dad to bring AN home today right after school.
I'm contemplating not calling him. I'd rather he rest too..Both of them! I hope he doesn't tell mum off should he find out I'm bringing AN home today on my own.
And I pray the Lord will spare my family the agony of going through stomach flu. The kids are still fine but if it really is what I think it is, may the Lord have mercy on them!
It's exactly a week today. And my mum just smsed me saying she's having diarrhea too since last evening. She's nauseous but hasn't thrown up. Her symptoms resembles Mr Liow's more. I'm afraid it's stomach flu! Pray she'll be fine.
The thing is, when I'm sick, I have Mr Liow. When he's sick, I can care for him. When mum falls sick, she's alone. My dad doesn't like to visit the doctor, not even when he almost fainted from throwing up once when I was young. And if mum needs a doctor for whatever reasons, he doesn't only refuse to accompany her, he'll try self diagnose her symptoms and ask her to medicate with whatever they have in their medicine cabinet. True, not everything needs medication, but dehydration needs treatment. Diarrhea and puking has to be stoped.
This time, dad himself is all weak from flu.
Mum asked me to get dad to bring AN home today right after school.
I'm contemplating not calling him. I'd rather he rest too..Both of them! I hope he doesn't tell mum off should he find out I'm bringing AN home today on my own.
And I pray the Lord will spare my family the agony of going through stomach flu. The kids are still fine but if it really is what I think it is, may the Lord have mercy on them!
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Mum is best. Even my dad is better than her.
Had told her countless of times not to leave sweet things unattended but she never bothers to remember.
She came to our place late on Friday night after we have all turned in, if not for AN who woke up craving for milk. Mr Liow was down with diarrhea on Friday and was nauseous as well. He took a Diamanate and went to sleep earlier. I don't know if he told his mum we would appreciate a little help here but apparently, if he did, she could be bothered much. This time, she has a good excuse: they have no helper now so she has to settle the nieces. The nieces, oldest one already 13, is ONLY LEARNING TO WASH DISHES NOW. But of course. Even granny leaves dishes for the helper to wash.... Talk about leading by example.
Back to inviting ant. She left a bottle of cough syrup standing on the table. By the time I saw it, there were already hundreds of ants happily licking off the bottle. Normally, if it was my parents, the bottle wouldn't have traces of the sweet syrup anywhere else other than INSIDE the bottle. Hers, she never bothers to wipe remnants that drip down the tip. She can put the bottle back into the fridge with the bottle feeling sticky. Does anyone need to be taught that sweet things invite ants? I always have to clean up my fridge after her because she has a wierd sense of tidiness: she can live with stains in the fridge and LEAVE stains in the fridge.
I told her about the ants that came for her syrup and she cluelessly asked: "how come your place so much ants?"
Maybe because.... THEY LIKE SWEET THINGS?????
While we were discussing this, I found a spoon coated with sugar in the sink and promptly reminded her not to leave SWEET THINGS LYING ARIUND! is it that hard to wash a spoon coated with sugar right after use instead of leaving it in the sink??? I washed it. All the spoon needed was a quick rub and rinse under running tap coz it wasn't oily. Is it that hard? And she wonders why there are ants in my house now?? All thanks to her coffeestains, dropping sugar, leaving sweet bread uncovered on the table...by the time anyone of us notice anything, the ants are already gathered!
That's about ants.
So, she made porridge for us. A big pot of it. I thought it was too much but she insisted it was just nice. But she added:"It's cod fish. Very expensive, so don't waste." My appetite is as big as my stomach can take. Mr Liow had diarrhea the day before and couldn't eat much. I told her these and she went ahead to make so much, after telling me: "I'm meeting my friends for lunch."
Porridge for 2 adults and a preschooler but portioned for 5 adults. She thinks it is just nice....? She tells me not to let the food go to waste. What did she mean? That I should finish the whole pot because she couldn't be wrong in her estimation? I understand it's not easy cooking for 2 adults but one doesn't need to cook for 5 to feed 2. Or maybe she can eat at home so that food won't go to waste like she would hated it to, no?
And while she cooked, she emphasized: "too bad I don't stay near or else I'll come help you. I'm waiting for a call. I wonder what time they are meeting me for lunch."
She's already here in our house but was waiting to go out. Would she come to help us even if she stayed near us??? She would rather go out than help us even when she's here!! Hypocrite or what??
I don't need her help. Much less these "see-what-a-good-mum-I-am" hallucinating words she's saying to make me believe she is.
She used to stay at Tampines and Mr Liow had to fetch her here every weekend. She wouldn't come unless there was a chauffeur. What more now with no chauffeur? She would come to help us??? Wow! She would! How nice of her!
Every weekends, we try to include her in our lunch, bring her out and we made it a point subconsciously, to dine with her on Sundays. Even if I meet the girls, we would rush back for her.
But we are only her backup plans. She would only join us if her friends doesn't have time for her. This is only one classic example I had shown earlier. She would rather go out than help us out at home but had porridge afterall because somehow she didn't hear from her friend, and left after her friend got hold of her.
How about last weekend when the kids were sick but she also went ahead with a coffee appointment instead of helping like she said she would if she stayed near us? She DIDN'T, even when she was staying WITH us!
No, we don't need her help. And we don't need her to think so highly of herself either. This is no desert. There's no mirage. No excuse for hallucinations, is there?
I hope I offer real help and not just passing comments in future when I grow old.
Mum is best! My own.
She came to our place late on Friday night after we have all turned in, if not for AN who woke up craving for milk. Mr Liow was down with diarrhea on Friday and was nauseous as well. He took a Diamanate and went to sleep earlier. I don't know if he told his mum we would appreciate a little help here but apparently, if he did, she could be bothered much. This time, she has a good excuse: they have no helper now so she has to settle the nieces. The nieces, oldest one already 13, is ONLY LEARNING TO WASH DISHES NOW. But of course. Even granny leaves dishes for the helper to wash.... Talk about leading by example.
Back to inviting ant. She left a bottle of cough syrup standing on the table. By the time I saw it, there were already hundreds of ants happily licking off the bottle. Normally, if it was my parents, the bottle wouldn't have traces of the sweet syrup anywhere else other than INSIDE the bottle. Hers, she never bothers to wipe remnants that drip down the tip. She can put the bottle back into the fridge with the bottle feeling sticky. Does anyone need to be taught that sweet things invite ants? I always have to clean up my fridge after her because she has a wierd sense of tidiness: she can live with stains in the fridge and LEAVE stains in the fridge.
I told her about the ants that came for her syrup and she cluelessly asked: "how come your place so much ants?"
Maybe because.... THEY LIKE SWEET THINGS?????
While we were discussing this, I found a spoon coated with sugar in the sink and promptly reminded her not to leave SWEET THINGS LYING ARIUND! is it that hard to wash a spoon coated with sugar right after use instead of leaving it in the sink??? I washed it. All the spoon needed was a quick rub and rinse under running tap coz it wasn't oily. Is it that hard? And she wonders why there are ants in my house now?? All thanks to her coffeestains, dropping sugar, leaving sweet bread uncovered on the table...by the time anyone of us notice anything, the ants are already gathered!
That's about ants.
So, she made porridge for us. A big pot of it. I thought it was too much but she insisted it was just nice. But she added:"It's cod fish. Very expensive, so don't waste." My appetite is as big as my stomach can take. Mr Liow had diarrhea the day before and couldn't eat much. I told her these and she went ahead to make so much, after telling me: "I'm meeting my friends for lunch."
Porridge for 2 adults and a preschooler but portioned for 5 adults. She thinks it is just nice....? She tells me not to let the food go to waste. What did she mean? That I should finish the whole pot because she couldn't be wrong in her estimation? I understand it's not easy cooking for 2 adults but one doesn't need to cook for 5 to feed 2. Or maybe she can eat at home so that food won't go to waste like she would hated it to, no?
And while she cooked, she emphasized: "too bad I don't stay near or else I'll come help you. I'm waiting for a call. I wonder what time they are meeting me for lunch."
She's already here in our house but was waiting to go out. Would she come to help us even if she stayed near us??? She would rather go out than help us even when she's here!! Hypocrite or what??
I don't need her help. Much less these "see-what-a-good-mum-I-am" hallucinating words she's saying to make me believe she is.
She used to stay at Tampines and Mr Liow had to fetch her here every weekend. She wouldn't come unless there was a chauffeur. What more now with no chauffeur? She would come to help us??? Wow! She would! How nice of her!
Every weekends, we try to include her in our lunch, bring her out and we made it a point subconsciously, to dine with her on Sundays. Even if I meet the girls, we would rush back for her.
But we are only her backup plans. She would only join us if her friends doesn't have time for her. This is only one classic example I had shown earlier. She would rather go out than help us out at home but had porridge afterall because somehow she didn't hear from her friend, and left after her friend got hold of her.
How about last weekend when the kids were sick but she also went ahead with a coffee appointment instead of helping like she said she would if she stayed near us? She DIDN'T, even when she was staying WITH us!
No, we don't need her help. And we don't need her to think so highly of herself either. This is no desert. There's no mirage. No excuse for hallucinations, is there?
I hope I offer real help and not just passing comments in future when I grow old.
Mum is best! My own.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Stomach Flu?
For the N-th time in my life, I was hit with something that made me throw up violently. And I had watery stools so many times that my stools transparent, like pee.
Saw a doctor, got a jab which was supposed to stop the vomitting but it made me so drowsy I was nauseous because of the giddiness.
Mr Liow took me home after we saw the doctor and thank God my brother was home. He helped bring the kids back to us from my parents' place. It was chaos the whole evening and night because ER kept crying for me. My parents were frustrated from all the crying, mum rocking him while dad packed dinner for Mr Liow and they couldnt communicate well with ER's endless bawling.
Back home, Mr Liow had to tend to both kids. AN was so sweet....she didn't once come into the room because Mr Liow told her I needed to rest. While I was busy throwing up earlier, she was by my side, patting me on my back and assuring me that I'll be fine. My sweet baby...
I was a little better at some point and asked Mr Liow to bring ER in to nurse. That quietened him a little. I heard AN asking Mr Liow why she wasn't allowed to see mummy and ER was allowed to stay in the room with me.
At night, Mr Liow said she cried herself to sleep because she wanted me. She didn't kick up any fuss at all, just sobbed till she knocked out. She just wasn't used to not having me by her side at bedtime.
ER was worse. He didn't stop crying at all! The moment I stopped nursing him and Mr Liow took him out, he started bawling, and bawling. While AN sobbed herself to dreamland, Mr Liow was in the study reading to ER. The little one wasn't in the mood for stories, obviously, but Mr Liow persisted. Surprisingly, after a long while, the stories knocked him out. I guess partly coz the little one was tired after all the crying too.
I was dehydrated. The whole time inside the room, I felt thirsty but I wasn't supposed to drink because every bit of water would make me throw up. That was what I learnt from the doctor in Tucson but this doctor I saw said I could drink. Apparently, drinking water did make me throw something up. When I didn't drink, all that came out was foam. Disgusting right? My multitasking hubby, besides attending to the kids, were busy helping me throw bags of puke away.
And he made me drinks to keep me hydrated, as much as possible. I had a bottle of cold honey water, and a bottle of cold plain water by the side of my bed.
ER started crying for me again at about 2am (according to Mr Liow..I lost track of time) and I was feeling less giddy then, so I asked Mr Liow to bring him to me. My limbs were weak and I couldnt stand firm...
He nursed hungrily and didn't let go at all. When he finally did, he tossed around a little...and HE THREW UP A LOT OF MILK! I was so worried it was stomach flu I had and the worst that can happen was, me passing it to any of the kids! He threw up again at about 6am. But both of those times he threw up, he didn't appear uncomfortable. He regurgitated and slept on, seemingly unaware that something wasn't right.
Thank God he didn't throw up anymore after that, but he hardly had any appetite.
The next day, Mr Liow took a day leave to help me with ER while AN remained at my parents place after school. I took a pill for anti nausea and anti dizziness in the morning and that tiny little pill made me sleepy the whole day. "Diamente" is a familiar name.. I had that when we were on the flight to Tucson and every time we had to travel by plane during our 2 years in USA. AN got knocked out as a result of nursing while I was under the effect of Diamente. This drug is safe though. It was prescribed by Dr Henry then.
The whole day, ER and I were sleepy. We even had a 4 hour nap, uninterrupted!
During his waking hours, ER was super clingy. He would smile very very widely at me and every time someone attempted to carry him, or so much as just tried to, he would start screaming. The moment he was returned to me, he started tapping me excitedly and smiling loudly. So dear right? Mr Liow said he must have been traumatized on Wed night and each time on Thursday whenever he saw me, he would get excitedly. Like how u wanted to see someone so badly that when u finally meet, you just don't wish to leave,
I didn't suppose ER remembered Wed's events. But he was nonetheless super adorable. Hehe.
Even AN was more cooperative than usual on Thursday when we went to fetch her from my parents' place.
I'm really thankful for my parents and brother for helping out each time this happened. The first tine this happened, AN was only 11 months old. My parents came over to help immediately. Second time it happened, I was in my first trimester with ER. And now this again. I hate this feeling... :(
Of course, Mr Liow took up ny duties once home. He had to bear with the crying ER, AN's demands (but she had been very sweet this tine, trying hard not to insist on things Mr Liow couldn't do with or for her), taking care of me, and packing up mess after both kids knocked out.
I hope this doesn't happen again...:( and the doctor has no explanation to what that was...hmm...
P.s. I lost 2kg worth of water and my pee was almost orange in colourful. Weight is now 42.4kg, lowest ever in my life. Good way to get back in shape huh?? Hehe.
Saw a doctor, got a jab which was supposed to stop the vomitting but it made me so drowsy I was nauseous because of the giddiness.
Mr Liow took me home after we saw the doctor and thank God my brother was home. He helped bring the kids back to us from my parents' place. It was chaos the whole evening and night because ER kept crying for me. My parents were frustrated from all the crying, mum rocking him while dad packed dinner for Mr Liow and they couldnt communicate well with ER's endless bawling.
Back home, Mr Liow had to tend to both kids. AN was so sweet....she didn't once come into the room because Mr Liow told her I needed to rest. While I was busy throwing up earlier, she was by my side, patting me on my back and assuring me that I'll be fine. My sweet baby...
I was a little better at some point and asked Mr Liow to bring ER in to nurse. That quietened him a little. I heard AN asking Mr Liow why she wasn't allowed to see mummy and ER was allowed to stay in the room with me.
At night, Mr Liow said she cried herself to sleep because she wanted me. She didn't kick up any fuss at all, just sobbed till she knocked out. She just wasn't used to not having me by her side at bedtime.
ER was worse. He didn't stop crying at all! The moment I stopped nursing him and Mr Liow took him out, he started bawling, and bawling. While AN sobbed herself to dreamland, Mr Liow was in the study reading to ER. The little one wasn't in the mood for stories, obviously, but Mr Liow persisted. Surprisingly, after a long while, the stories knocked him out. I guess partly coz the little one was tired after all the crying too.
I was dehydrated. The whole time inside the room, I felt thirsty but I wasn't supposed to drink because every bit of water would make me throw up. That was what I learnt from the doctor in Tucson but this doctor I saw said I could drink. Apparently, drinking water did make me throw something up. When I didn't drink, all that came out was foam. Disgusting right? My multitasking hubby, besides attending to the kids, were busy helping me throw bags of puke away.
And he made me drinks to keep me hydrated, as much as possible. I had a bottle of cold honey water, and a bottle of cold plain water by the side of my bed.
ER started crying for me again at about 2am (according to Mr Liow..I lost track of time) and I was feeling less giddy then, so I asked Mr Liow to bring him to me. My limbs were weak and I couldnt stand firm...
He nursed hungrily and didn't let go at all. When he finally did, he tossed around a little...and HE THREW UP A LOT OF MILK! I was so worried it was stomach flu I had and the worst that can happen was, me passing it to any of the kids! He threw up again at about 6am. But both of those times he threw up, he didn't appear uncomfortable. He regurgitated and slept on, seemingly unaware that something wasn't right.
Thank God he didn't throw up anymore after that, but he hardly had any appetite.
The next day, Mr Liow took a day leave to help me with ER while AN remained at my parents place after school. I took a pill for anti nausea and anti dizziness in the morning and that tiny little pill made me sleepy the whole day. "Diamente" is a familiar name.. I had that when we were on the flight to Tucson and every time we had to travel by plane during our 2 years in USA. AN got knocked out as a result of nursing while I was under the effect of Diamente. This drug is safe though. It was prescribed by Dr Henry then.
The whole day, ER and I were sleepy. We even had a 4 hour nap, uninterrupted!
During his waking hours, ER was super clingy. He would smile very very widely at me and every time someone attempted to carry him, or so much as just tried to, he would start screaming. The moment he was returned to me, he started tapping me excitedly and smiling loudly. So dear right? Mr Liow said he must have been traumatized on Wed night and each time on Thursday whenever he saw me, he would get excitedly. Like how u wanted to see someone so badly that when u finally meet, you just don't wish to leave,
I didn't suppose ER remembered Wed's events. But he was nonetheless super adorable. Hehe.
Even AN was more cooperative than usual on Thursday when we went to fetch her from my parents' place.
I'm really thankful for my parents and brother for helping out each time this happened. The first tine this happened, AN was only 11 months old. My parents came over to help immediately. Second time it happened, I was in my first trimester with ER. And now this again. I hate this feeling... :(
Of course, Mr Liow took up ny duties once home. He had to bear with the crying ER, AN's demands (but she had been very sweet this tine, trying hard not to insist on things Mr Liow couldn't do with or for her), taking care of me, and packing up mess after both kids knocked out.
I hope this doesn't happen again...:( and the doctor has no explanation to what that was...hmm...
P.s. I lost 2kg worth of water and my pee was almost orange in colourful. Weight is now 42.4kg, lowest ever in my life. Good way to get back in shape huh?? Hehe.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
New Phone. Soon.
My Samsung Beam was starting to act up again. The projector randomly decides to only show us the Samsung logo instead of what we want to see, hangs a lot, and finally force-closes. I couldn't even use the phone function in the end.
Warranty expires September, and this is the 3rd time I have problems with this model. Not to forget, this is a new phone they replaced my old one with, because they did not have parts (or they probably lied about it, because they first told me my phone was ready for collection when I called in).
At the service center today, Mr Liow was about to request for a new replacement because this phone acts up every 3 months or so. I'll be 'phoneless' if it dies after my warranty expires. I didn't think they would agree to that sort of request.
BUT
We didn't even need to ask. The supervisor came out to explain to us that Samsung is no longer producing parts for Beam (and even production of the set itself had already ceased) and tried to talk us into accepting the latest Galaxy SII as a replacement.
Mr Liow and I looked at each other and almost burst out laughing. I could almost hear him sneering at me through his cheeky grin: "I thought you said this is an impossible and unreasonable request?"
The supervisor went on to explain that the SII comes with the latest android version 3.3, fastest phone with dual core processor, bigger and better screen etc.
We already know. Mr Liow suggested this morning before we came to Samsung, that we trade in this Beam after repairing it for the last time for an SII, or Iphone 5 (MIL was told by M1 staff that it's launching this Oct).
For the time being, they will reset my phone and I'll wait for 2-3 weeks for SII to be available.
I'm going to miss this phone. I really like the projector. AN too. We had been watching shows on the ceiling and once in a while, AN wakes up asking for some light and I'll project my minnie mouse wallpaper on the ceiling to cheer her up.
But the projector is the main problem of this phone. We were told many owners complain of grainy protected images. I've yet to encounter that.
It's a pity. I sure hope there will be another phone with a projector in future. But by then, AN will be older and probably doesn't want to snuggle up with me for shows anymore...
For now, I'm looking forward to receiving my new phone which seems to be very responsive when I explored the demo set. AN will get a projector phone in future and I will snuggle up with her whether she likes it or not. Hehe.
I like Android lah. It's more exciting than the Iphone, but seemingly less stable. I hope this latest version doesn't disappoint.
Warranty expires September, and this is the 3rd time I have problems with this model. Not to forget, this is a new phone they replaced my old one with, because they did not have parts (or they probably lied about it, because they first told me my phone was ready for collection when I called in).
At the service center today, Mr Liow was about to request for a new replacement because this phone acts up every 3 months or so. I'll be 'phoneless' if it dies after my warranty expires. I didn't think they would agree to that sort of request.
BUT
We didn't even need to ask. The supervisor came out to explain to us that Samsung is no longer producing parts for Beam (and even production of the set itself had already ceased) and tried to talk us into accepting the latest Galaxy SII as a replacement.
Mr Liow and I looked at each other and almost burst out laughing. I could almost hear him sneering at me through his cheeky grin: "I thought you said this is an impossible and unreasonable request?"
The supervisor went on to explain that the SII comes with the latest android version 3.3, fastest phone with dual core processor, bigger and better screen etc.
We already know. Mr Liow suggested this morning before we came to Samsung, that we trade in this Beam after repairing it for the last time for an SII, or Iphone 5 (MIL was told by M1 staff that it's launching this Oct).
For the time being, they will reset my phone and I'll wait for 2-3 weeks for SII to be available.
I'm going to miss this phone. I really like the projector. AN too. We had been watching shows on the ceiling and once in a while, AN wakes up asking for some light and I'll project my minnie mouse wallpaper on the ceiling to cheer her up.
But the projector is the main problem of this phone. We were told many owners complain of grainy protected images. I've yet to encounter that.
It's a pity. I sure hope there will be another phone with a projector in future. But by then, AN will be older and probably doesn't want to snuggle up with me for shows anymore...
For now, I'm looking forward to receiving my new phone which seems to be very responsive when I explored the demo set. AN will get a projector phone in future and I will snuggle up with her whether she likes it or not. Hehe.
I like Android lah. It's more exciting than the Iphone, but seemingly less stable. I hope this latest version doesn't disappoint.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
It can only get better
Last night was bad. AN threw up on her bed once, and a second time after I changed her clothes, bedsheet and blanket. ER didn't really sleep too. He kept flipping around, getting up and crying but all while his eyes were shut. Right when AN woke up telling me she threw up, ER was still moving around sleeping. I had to wake Mr Liow to help me watch over the little one while I attended to the older one.
Soon after I washed her up and she had gone back to bed, she threw up again. I was frustrated because the previous batch of super stinky laundry was still waiting for me, now more. AN felt bad and kept apologizing for throwing up.
She was nauseous for a 3rd time and thank God we got to the toilet in time. By the time we were done, it was almost 6am. We decided to allow her to rest at home but Mr Liow had to go to work. Poor thing.
She threw up 2 more times this morning and was nauseous but seemed to have recovered after her nap.
ER is in a worse condition. He's coughing, and nose is runny. He's got plenty of phlegm and threw up during his nap. More washing to do....
With all these phlegm and mucous, he couldn't really sleep. I could feel a headache approaching as the little boy remained active and not ready for his nap this afternoon. AN was so sweet... She came to hug me when I laid my head down in frustration. She then suggested: "Mummy I'm not sleepy. I take care of Ethan. You sleep ok?"
I can't ask for a more sensible 4 year old, can I?
She made another suggestion, that I ask Mr Liow to stay home to help me so that I can rest. Told her I can still hold on and Mr Liow had important stuff happening at work. And having her around to help me was good enough. The only complain I have about her today is that she didn't eat, at all. No appetite I guess, but as I'm writing this now, she's finally feeling hungry after eating half a slice of bread for today. She asked for milk, and bread. Told her it's safer to have just bread and if she doesn't throw up tonight, she can have more food tomorrow.
My sweet girl really made it easier for me. I was cranky and little things she did got on my nerves, but she never once took it against me and ever so sweetly continued to offer help, and hugs when she can't be of help.
I loved how she patted me empathically this afternoon while I stared helplessly at ER who simply refused to lie down. She even assured me things will be ok and asked me to sleep.
When finally ER was ready to sleep, both AN and I knocked out soon after.
I love my Adrielle. And she loves me more than I deserve.
By the way, ER is feverish at 37.8°c now. I really pray he'll not be in discomfort beyond what he can bear, and that AN will sleep well tonight!
Soon after I washed her up and she had gone back to bed, she threw up again. I was frustrated because the previous batch of super stinky laundry was still waiting for me, now more. AN felt bad and kept apologizing for throwing up.
She was nauseous for a 3rd time and thank God we got to the toilet in time. By the time we were done, it was almost 6am. We decided to allow her to rest at home but Mr Liow had to go to work. Poor thing.
She threw up 2 more times this morning and was nauseous but seemed to have recovered after her nap.
ER is in a worse condition. He's coughing, and nose is runny. He's got plenty of phlegm and threw up during his nap. More washing to do....
With all these phlegm and mucous, he couldn't really sleep. I could feel a headache approaching as the little boy remained active and not ready for his nap this afternoon. AN was so sweet... She came to hug me when I laid my head down in frustration. She then suggested: "Mummy I'm not sleepy. I take care of Ethan. You sleep ok?"
I can't ask for a more sensible 4 year old, can I?
She made another suggestion, that I ask Mr Liow to stay home to help me so that I can rest. Told her I can still hold on and Mr Liow had important stuff happening at work. And having her around to help me was good enough. The only complain I have about her today is that she didn't eat, at all. No appetite I guess, but as I'm writing this now, she's finally feeling hungry after eating half a slice of bread for today. She asked for milk, and bread. Told her it's safer to have just bread and if she doesn't throw up tonight, she can have more food tomorrow.
My sweet girl really made it easier for me. I was cranky and little things she did got on my nerves, but she never once took it against me and ever so sweetly continued to offer help, and hugs when she can't be of help.
I loved how she patted me empathically this afternoon while I stared helplessly at ER who simply refused to lie down. She even assured me things will be ok and asked me to sleep.
When finally ER was ready to sleep, both AN and I knocked out soon after.
I love my Adrielle. And she loves me more than I deserve.
By the way, ER is feverish at 37.8°c now. I really pray he'll not be in discomfort beyond what he can bear, and that AN will sleep well tonight!
posted from Bloggeroid
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Soon-To-Be Independant
I'm staying home with ER today to clear up some duties at home and also, probably keep the 2 of them apart for a day so they do not infect each other (one with runny nose, one with cough). They can't be apart for long enough. Just this morning when the little boy woke up, first thing he did was crawl enthusiastically towards his sister's empty bed. He looked lost when he noticed she wasn't sleeping on her bed. It was easy to pry him away from that area when she's not around. When she is, he's stuck. It's becoming a challenge to get him to sleep at nights now because he just can NOT stop struggling towards AN's bed to PLAY WITH JIE JIE!
As I was saying, I was outside making lunch for the little boy a while ago after he fell asleep again. Took a while to chop and prepare so after the food was set on the stove to cook, I came back in to peep on him....and found him MISSING! He wasn't on the mattress!
I looked around the dark room and noticed a pair of eyes staring at me. He smiled at me while standing against the toy organizer, happily pulling out toys and playing with them!
As I'm noting this down now, he's busy waking himself around the toys area holding onto the sides.
He's quite a hazard now! He's helping himself to AN's books! I can imagine torn pages once he masters pulling them out from the holder...and he's going to get into trouble when he tries walking with the help of anything that stands but without the ability to hold him. He just fell when he held onto the carton holding extra foam mats. He had wanted to get to the other side. -__________-"
This is quite an eye opener and is the first time I find him away from his sleeping place. Reminds me of AN who crawled out of her room to look for me when she was about this age.
Another noteworthy event. It appears the next time I post, I'll be posting about things falling onto him.
Need to reorganize the room soon!
As I was saying, I was outside making lunch for the little boy a while ago after he fell asleep again. Took a while to chop and prepare so after the food was set on the stove to cook, I came back in to peep on him....and found him MISSING! He wasn't on the mattress!
I looked around the dark room and noticed a pair of eyes staring at me. He smiled at me while standing against the toy organizer, happily pulling out toys and playing with them!
As I'm noting this down now, he's busy waking himself around the toys area holding onto the sides.
He's quite a hazard now! He's helping himself to AN's books! I can imagine torn pages once he masters pulling them out from the holder...and he's going to get into trouble when he tries walking with the help of anything that stands but without the ability to hold him. He just fell when he held onto the carton holding extra foam mats. He had wanted to get to the other side. -__________-"
This is quite an eye opener and is the first time I find him away from his sleeping place. Reminds me of AN who crawled out of her room to look for me when she was about this age.
Another noteworthy event. It appears the next time I post, I'll be posting about things falling onto him.
Need to reorganize the room soon!
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Sick AGAIN
The kids are confirmed sick, again.
AN had been coughing away 80% of the night for the past 2 nights and is now having blocked nose. She coughs badly during the day too.
ER too, is having blocked nose and is unable to suckle the whole of last night....
Here we go again.........I wonder how bad it's going to be this time.......
AN had been coughing away 80% of the night for the past 2 nights and is now having blocked nose. She coughs badly during the day too.
ER too, is having blocked nose and is unable to suckle the whole of last night....
Here we go again.........I wonder how bad it's going to be this time.......
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