Kisses!

Today, when I was posing beside Sean while Steve helps us take a photo, Sean turned around and kissed me on the cheek.

Kiss, with a loud smack.

Then, when he was sitting on his high chair and I reached my hand across to take something, he tapped my hand and kissed it, again with a loud smack. Then he looked at me and gave me the biggest and cutest grin.

He has also learnt how to wave goodbye when we say "bye-bye".

He recognises himself when I show him his photo on my mobile, breaking out in little giggles.

You say, how not to love this boy???

WTF!

I just got to blog this down.

A few months ago, just before I went to rebond my hair, I called up the lactation consultant at NUH to check with her if I can continue to breastfeed Sean after rebonding my hair.

And so I called up the number found on the Internet.

And here goes the conversation:

Me: Hi, can I speak to the lactation consultant please?

Woman: Har? What? No no no, we don't have electrician here.

Me: No, I'm looking for the lactation consultant. This is NUH right?

Woman: Yes. But no electrician here leh.

Me: No no no! (feeling very exasperated). I want to speak to the lactation consultant, you know, breastfeeding? Milk?

Woman: Har? No leh, you want electrician not call this number one leh.

Me: (think crazy stupid woman, not helping at all, tamade). Breastfeeding!!! I found this number on the web and I need to speak to the person who can advice me on breastfeeding!!!

Woman: Breastfeeding? I think you call wrong number leh. Here also no electrician.


Tamade. I swear if I can hire an electrician hitman, I sure electrocute that silly char bor.

Please employers. Please please educate your employees.

Don't even know what lactation means. Trust her to work in a hospital environment.

Both sides now

As I get on with expressing milk on the bed, I yawned for the countless time, dozing off ever so often with the TV on, trying my best to keep awake.

I still have to wash the pumps later, warm up Sean's milk, feed him, change his diaper later...

As I look at Steve lying on the bed, snoring away, I can't help but feel this urgency to just.....kiss him.

It's easy to just complain and grumble with the fact that "Why is he sleeping soundly away while I have to be awake and pump away and still attend to so many matters after?!".

And I have to admit. I do have these thoughts very often.

But I have to hold back and think.

Steve deserves all the sleep and rest doesn't he?

It's not as if he doesn't help out at all. He feeds Sean whenever he can. He makes an effort to come home earlier so that I can have a good hairwash.

He gives my parents money every month cos I couldn't.

He pays for my insurance every month (which is quite a high amount).

He lets me indulge in shopping (once in a while lah).

He brings us out every weekends for a good meal or two.

And he has to pay for ALL OUR expenses. Baby expenses are not cheap at all really.

So what more can I complain or grumble about?

I know I'm not superwoman.

He's not superman either.

But what I can do is to look at both sides every now and then, especially whenever I feel a tinge of "unfairness".

Because in love, there is no such thing as fair or not fair.

It's just about giving and accepting with gratitude.

I love you Steve, even though ur still snoring away loudly now and I'm typing this entry at such a late hour.

U're the best Daddy Sean can ever have, and the best hubby that any yellow-faced wife can ever get.

10 months already!

Sean Sean is 10 months old today!

Great! And he has been given the all clear by the doctor this morning.

No more nebulising for Sean anymore! HOORRAY!!!

But I must praise my little Sean for all his bravery and steadfastness throughout this bronchitis ordeal. From the strong resistance of taking his medicine, over the week, it has been a breeze giving it to him as he's gotten used to the taste and procedure. Not a single drop was wasted of his 5ml dosage of medicine everytime we give it to him. No more fuss or whining too. Way to go Sean! You're such a brave and fine young boy!

Now that he's 10 months old, I can't help but marvel at the fact that in 2 more months, he'll be a little toddler of a year old! I love my darling Sean very very much!

And I'm proud to say that Sean's still exclusively on breastmilk, though now he seldom latches on. I hope to be able to give him this best nutrition at least till he's 1 year old.

And did I say Sean likes to put his hand on the breastpump when I'm expressing milk? It's as if he wants to help Mummy pump too! He's so cute!

Hmm...let's see what milestones he has achieved so far. Sean can

- sleep through the night (since he's 2 months plus)

- sit up from a lying down position

- put his head down on my shoulders and try to fall asleep when I tell him, "Sleep Sean, sleep"

- kiss Daddy and Mummy when we tell him to

- lean towards the person who is about to kiss him

- take off my specs when I say "Take off Mummy's specs"

- look around for the bottle cap, teething ring and rattle when I ask him to

- cough when I ask him to "cough cough"

- hi-five people

- clap when he's very happy, eg. when daddy returns home from work

- do handshakes

- do the flying-kiss

- understands when we say "no" to his doings, stops doing it and then whine for a while

- pretend to cry and scrunch up his face when he doesn't get his way

- sprouting a tooth! (finally!!!)

- enjoys salmon with potato ultra much

- holds his own sippy cup

- looks at the fan whenever he hears the "moo-moo" sound (we have a weird system that will sound off "moo-moo" whenever the lights or fan is being switched on/off)

- beats and bobs to the rhythm of songs he hears on BabyTV

- can differentiate between different TV programmes on BabyTV. His favourite is Baby Giant, Playtime, Grandpa's Gallery and Tinys, where he will break into a mega smile whenever they're on.

- calls out "da-da-da" alot, yet strangely, says "ah-ba" or "ah-ma" only whenever he's really angry and irritated. Hmm...


Sometimes I wonder and indeed worry, is my boy developing fine? Is he any slower than the rest?

But then you realise again that every baby is unique. And there's no point really in comparing the progress of your baby's development with others.

Cos what I have in Sean is unique enough to proclaim him as the most handsome, brilliant, cleverest, lovely, cutest, in short, best baby in the whole wide world.

My best baby Sean.

Kill this person please!!

This is shit! Is this for real?? Are the authorities alerted?

I hope this person dies!!!!!! If not, I hope her children suffers 1000000xxxx worse fate than these poor victims!!!

FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wriggling his way out....

If you are a reigning world champion and you're caught telling lies, what do you do next?

Act all sorry and guilty and threaten to quit and hope the world goes soft on you.

Proclaim that it's not your fault really, and that you are merely acting on team's orders.

Then let someone else take the blame and walk away.

Lewis Hamilton should just grow up and accept the fact that he has screwed up.

So what if you can drive well and all? You call your attitude champion material?

Act like a man for goodness sake.

On the neb still

After the follow-up checkup today, Sean has been prescribed another 6 days' of nebulization and medication.

He's definitely feeling better already. The cough is less phlegmy though he's still rather congested.

I'm thankful that his appetite is back. At least, he's not rejecting food and milk now. Though it's still quite a challenge giving him his medicine.

And Daddy has to cancel his trip for a conference. If not, he'd be on the plane bounded for Hungary now. I'm grateful that he's around, else I would have been unable to cope alone.

Sean is due for another follow-up on Saturday, which will be his 10th month birthday.

I hope Sean will have fully recovered by then.

Here are some photos of cute Sean when he's back to his cheerful chirpy cheeky self. I love Sean!

Sick

It started off as a fever.

Then the cough, then stuck nose.

Then cough with phelgm, those very thick type.

Poor Sean refuses his milk and food, and if we do manage to get him to take in anything, he would cough so hard that everything would be vomitted out.

And he has lost much weight.

Doctor says he's got bronchitis and has to be nebulised till Sunday to clear the phelgm.

She also said if this becomes recurrent, then Sean could be susceptible to have asthma. :(

I hope everything turns out well for Sean. That he has just fallen ill due to a mild infection.

It hurts me so much to notice his pronounced jaws now that his double chin is gone. And his butt cheeks are gone too. His little body feels so bony and much much lighter now.

I feel very helpess.

So much so that his poor Daddy has to suffer wrath from me too.

Sigh.

I love you both so very much.

I really can't do without any of you.

Yet I have to learn how to be much stronger and more independant.

I will try harder.

Dear Sean, Mummy and Daddy will nurse you back to health to the best of their ability. You must try hard to get well soon k?