May Fruits

要生了, 要生了!!!

No, not me. My friend. Just got word that one of my old friends will be leaving her (bloody) mark in the delivery theatre soon!!

With her pop, this group of friends will complete a second circle of contributing to the hospital's profit margin (we all have/are going to have 2 kids at the time of this publication). Wonder who is going to start the third wave of May-fruits (private joke)?

Soldier on Mrs T!! See u after the baby has wailed (loose adaption of the singing fat lady and that crap. Not in a very sane frame of mind right now...) and the cord has been cut!!

Fate?

I was selling off the sad (sniff!) souvenirs of my breastfeeding journey over the weekend and one of them was MotherLove Special Blend Milk Plus. This was apparently a hot seller as there seem to be many mummies out there trying to up their supply with all sorts of boosters. Anyway, I was meeting up with this buyer at her block in AMK and struck up a conversation with her.

Some background info: she's a first time mummy to a baby boy. She's desperately trying to up her supply cos her son is suffering from a rare disorder which renders him allergic to protein and cannot drink normal formula milk (be it animal or plant based). Formula milk makes him poop blood. Even drinking the almighty (sniff!) breastmilk causes bloody stools in his diaper. The mummy in question, N, is trying all methods available to give him the necessary nourishment but because of insufficient supply, she has resorted to giving him porridge water and barley. He was born 3.45kg and since then, dropped to the 25 percentile. That last bit of stats doesn't mean anything to me but to hv to resort to feeding your child porridge and barley water, her situation must be pretty bad.

I felt so sorry for N and a few days after the sale, I checked up on her to see if the Blend was of any help. Happily enough, it did and we are now Whatsapp friends. Though N and I may never chill out at Starbucks together nursing a mocha (my personal favourite! ), I think we did bond over our common status as mummies and I am really happy that I was able to help a stranger indirectly when the help was so much needed ☺☺☺

Botak

K got her hair shaved off today, as with the Chinese tradition of shaving a baby's hair off when he/she turns one month or at four months. Not sure what the logic is but since K's hair has started dropping recently, we booked her a hair appointment at the Ma & Pa Hairdresser Shop.

It started badly as she was already cranky from shuttling around with us for 中秋节 visits with relatives (close ties with extended families = mini version of CNY house calls). Cue noisy shaver, cold feel of razor on her scalp and occasional washing off of shaved hair. Result? Distressed baby screaming her head (and hair) off.

Having said that, I dunno who was more traumatised: K or her parents. Imagine a stressed out papa trying his best to get a clean shave (he shd know; he had years of experience doing it!) and a heart-pained mama listening to her offspring wailing her lungs out. Halfway through the ordeal, K did herself (and us!) a favor by finally falling asleep. Thank goodness!!

Puss In Boots

This orange kitty is a perennial favourite with the Husband, who used to chuckle out loud whenever he sees Puss go goo-goo eyed.

I had wanted to use this picture to reminisce about back in our dating days but since it's his (the Husband) birthday today, hope this classic brightens up his day when he sees this post.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR YEOW!

First And Second

The differences between having a firstborn and a secondborn:

Bun Baking
Firstborn: Rubs tummy every other 10 minutes. Worries if baby doesn't kick every other second. Talks and sing to baby every other hour.

Second-born: Tummy-rubbing? Mostly when baby kicks. Baby not kicking? See "Tummy Rubbing". Talking and singing? Where got time (or energy)??

Tools Of The Trade
Firstborn: Only the best will do. Tendency to buy too much stuff, just in case you need them for purposes unknown to mankind.

Second-born: Chin chai lah...Improvise. Make do. Bare basics. Hand me downs.

Care Giving
Firstborn: Oh no! Why is baby crying? He's been asleep for so long; is he still breathing??!

Second-born: Anything goes as long as she is not crying the house down.

Bibs

From blowing raspberries, the little lady has graduated to drooling solid streams of saliva as she learns to communicate with us (so says Baby Center or some other baby behaviour guru).

So much so that I have to put her on the bib to avoid another piece of clothing hitting the laundry basket the minute it gets soaked through with 'holy water'. I hardly have enough bamboo poles to cope with T and K's combined laundry as it is!

Comparing K with her big brother, T never had much use for the bib cos he very much preferred to keep his drool to himself even during Teething Season. With K, goodness! It's everywhere. On her fists, on her chin, on our clothes after carrying her...it's almost like monsoon season without the rain. And thicker, stickier H2O....

Dear Skinny Jeans

Dear skinny jeans, how do I love thee?

By wearing you to death of course!

Four months after delivering the baby that is K, I'm still enjoying the maternity jeans I got from ASOS. For one thing, the water/fats that have been lurking in the hidden recesses of my now nonexistent hips are just that: lurking. Still there. Hovering. Stuck (?!?!).

Coupled with the sad fact that I have upped one dress size post pregnancy, one can imagine how fragile my little ego has become when it comes to wearing clothes. In comes Super Jeans to save the day! No sucking in your guts, no tight waistband to pinch your flab, no worrying about whether you have zipped up your fly after a particular 'relieving' time at the potty (opps, I mean toilet. Was thinking too much about training K to pee and poo sans diaper)

Who needs Levis when you have extra thick elastic bands??