It has been a heck of a fortnight.
Steve was away in Indonesia for work for a week, and boy was it tough to take on Sean all by myself.
Luckily my parents were around to keep us company, or we would have gone bonkers.
Sean took his MMR and Chicken pox vaccination (yes both at the same time) just 3 days before Steve went away.
Bad mistake.
The side effect of fever came on just when Steve left and Sean's temperature reached 38.2 degrees.
Went on a milk strike somemore. Can you imagine he drank only about average 200ml per day for consecutive 3 days?
No wonder he lost weight.
Thank goodness, he's all fine now.
To add madness to the week, my tooth cracked.
MOLAR.
The irony is, Sean is sprouting 2 more pearlies, his upper incisors.
Dentist said my molar cannot be salvaged. Got to extract and put implant. Alternatives would be to fix a bridge, or leave the gapping hole.
Sigh.
I guess I can soon officially announce that:
I'M GONNA HAVE IMPLANTS!!!!
Shit.
You know what? I don't smoke. I hate carbonated drinks. I brush my teeth everyday. During my confinement month, I told myself, although I couldn't bathe, the least I could do is keep my teeth clean.
Thus no matter how tired I was, or how much my wound hurts then, I still make the effort to brush my teeth.
And oh, I had braces before too.
To think that I have to lose my tooth like this.
It's like losing a part of me.
I was so sad I teared on the dentist's chair when he told me the tooth is a gone case.
And the costs involved plunges me deeper into depression my heart hurts. It's akin to giving up a trip back to Edinburgh for all 3 of us.
Anyway, we're going to seek a second opinion (actually, a third, if I consider the amatuerish dentist I visited in Jurong Point. He's bad).
Maybe I can go implant-free. Hopefully.
And and.....................
Michael Schumacher will be back in action!!!
Poor Massa, please recover soon.
But in the meantime, the return of Schumi back in the scarlett red will definitely pull in much needed allure for the flagging attraction of F1.
So so, are we going to the Night Race?
Are we? Are we? Are we? Are we? Are we? Are we? Are we? Are we?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sean is 13 months old!
A year and a month on!
What updates on his progress?
Well, he's cruising around quite alot now. But still not standing without support.
He's a curious little boy, wanting to grab everything in sight, putting everything through his taste test.
He's sprouting another incisor. I think there's more coming up as he keeps putting his finger deep into his mouth. Perhaps some molars are appearing?
He's drooling like nobody's business, and with no pacifiers, poor boy's gums must be feeling really sore.
And????
Drumrolls.......
He hates formula milk!
We tried Enfagrow, Sean hated it so much that upon putting the teat in, he regurgitated. No amount of persuading can make him take it at all.
We tasted it. IT IS WEIRD and taste very ARTIFICIAL.
I suppose that's formula milk for you.
Then upon searching up the net for recommendations, Steve bought a tin of Mamil Gold on the same afternoon for Sean to try.
It tastes better but smells very sweet. I think at least, it seems drinkable (unlike Enfagrow which I think is really bad).
But Sean hates it too. His reaction wasn't as bad though, but still, he couldn't even drink a bit.
We then gave him breastmilk, and he took it without any complaints.
Haiz.
I had thought I can start looking forward to more freedom. But guess I have to be a cow for some more time before we can eventually get Sean to accept formula milk.
Here's some photos of my handsome boy.
You know, everytime I put on his socks, I will exclaim "Wah! So handsome ah!". So now, everytime he sees his socks and if they're within his reach, he would hand them to me wanting me to put them on for him, or he would place them on his feet, thinking that perhaps miraculously, his feet would pass through the socks and hence "wear" them.
Kids are so cute right.
What updates on his progress?
Well, he's cruising around quite alot now. But still not standing without support.
He's a curious little boy, wanting to grab everything in sight, putting everything through his taste test.
He's sprouting another incisor. I think there's more coming up as he keeps putting his finger deep into his mouth. Perhaps some molars are appearing?
He's drooling like nobody's business, and with no pacifiers, poor boy's gums must be feeling really sore.
And????
Drumrolls.......
He hates formula milk!
We tried Enfagrow, Sean hated it so much that upon putting the teat in, he regurgitated. No amount of persuading can make him take it at all.
We tasted it. IT IS WEIRD and taste very ARTIFICIAL.
I suppose that's formula milk for you.
Then upon searching up the net for recommendations, Steve bought a tin of Mamil Gold on the same afternoon for Sean to try.
It tastes better but smells very sweet. I think at least, it seems drinkable (unlike Enfagrow which I think is really bad).
But Sean hates it too. His reaction wasn't as bad though, but still, he couldn't even drink a bit.
We then gave him breastmilk, and he took it without any complaints.
Haiz.
I had thought I can start looking forward to more freedom. But guess I have to be a cow for some more time before we can eventually get Sean to accept formula milk.
Here's some photos of my handsome boy.
You know, everytime I put on his socks, I will exclaim "Wah! So handsome ah!". So now, everytime he sees his socks and if they're within his reach, he would hand them to me wanting me to put them on for him, or he would place them on his feet, thinking that perhaps miraculously, his feet would pass through the socks and hence "wear" them.
Kids are so cute right.
Stop bothering me you bad paparazzi!!
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