Almost There

Thank you, peeps, for all the good advice and well wishes. I know I am not supposed to eat chicken but what to do, Soo Kee definitely called out to me (the seller actually did shout out, "Siu Jie, kam yat sek meh ah?"). As for garggling with salt water, yes, my mother has been harping on that for the longest time. But I have a paranoia about this since I was 10 years old when my Mum forced me to garggle and I puked!

I am fully recovered from the tonsilitis now although I have to continue taking the antibiotics presribed for 10 days. As a result, I have another problem in the 'Southern Region'. This usually occurs when I take antibiotics, which throws all the good & bad bacteria out of whack down there. Looks like I'll need to go to the docs again tomorrow.

Never ending storyyyyyyyyyy...........la la la la la la..........

The Culprit!

I barely slept last night. I tossed and turned the whole night. I'd thought I couldn't sleep because I slept too much during the day. When the day broke, I was so grateful that I could get out from bed. But arrrrggghhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! My throat was burning and I couldn't even open my mouth! I took my temperature - 38.9 degrees C! No wonder I couldn't sleep well. VT had to send the kids over to my MIL again while I took a lie-down after popping paracetomal.

My intention was to go back to the same doctor in SS2 that I went to on Tuesday since I've just completed the course of antibiotic. Wanted to him how come I was still feeling so crabby. But alas, the clinic was closed - perhaps for the long weekend. I drove to Sea Park to visit the age-old clinic that my late grandfather swore by though I have never been there myself. Although I was the 3rd in line, it took me close to an hour's wait. The average age of patients there was 70 so I suppose they had A LOT to tell the doctor. When it was finally my turn, I was almost falling asleep. The doctor is a very nice OLD man who also spoke very slllllllloooooowwwwwwly. He diagnosed my sore throat as tonsilities. No wonder it was so bl**dy painful! I couldn't wait to go home.

But since I was already in Sea Park, I decided to pack myself lunch from Soo Kee, where in my opinion, has the best wat kai in town. Then I swung around to the lane outside the now dilapidated Ruby Cinema to tapau coconut juice. It brought back a lot of memories as Sea Park was possibly the only place where we went shopping when I was a young girl. SS2 wasn't as developed yet and there was nothing like 1Utama or The Curve back then. Even being in Sea Park this morning made me feel more relaxed as the shops and the people seemed to have stood still in time. Fellow PJ-ites, do you know where this is?

Anyway, here was lunch - a bowl of plain hor fun, chopped wat kai, coconut water and a new pack of medicine of all sorts including 2 types of antibiotics. It's not fun being ill!

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Awww....you're so sweet dear. Thank you!!

Still Down

I woke up this morning with a still terrible sore throat despite having started on antibiotics. I wanted to get well asap so that I don't pass the virus to Brandon, that's why i insisted that I was put on antibiotics. VT sent the kids to my MIL this morning while I went back to bed to snooze for another 4 hours! Even then, it was restless sleep as I was thrashing around.

I woke up close to noon, and made myself lunch - Campbell chicken soup, 2 half-boiled eggs, bread and barley water (boiled 2 days ago).

I shall go back to sleep now - joints are still aching and am feeling sleepy.

GOOD NITE!

Yik Yak Till The Cows Came Home

This hip and trendy mummy already updated her blog about our coffee meeting last Friday. If you read about it, all the contents are 100% true!! I tell you, the moment we stepped into Starbucks until we left, the whole place was resounding with our laughter. I think I saw a few dirty glares but aiyah, thick-skinned a bit lor. Afterall we only get together once in a blue moon so must cakap habis habis.

Wen is a really funny gal and although this is only our 3rd time meeting up, I feel like I have known her for years! When I got home, I told VT that now, I'm closer to my blogger friends than those I've known from school because we share so many things in common, the biggest of which is, our kids. We understand how difficult it is to juggle work and family, and we lend a helping hand wherever possible.

Wen - so when shall we meet up again? *wink*

Rose & Butterfly Awards

Thanks, Ginie for remembering me when you were giving out all these awards!

Almost HFMD

The Hand, Foot, Mouth Disease or HFMD in short, is characterised by a low-grade fever, ulcers/blisters in the mouth and on the hands and feet. On Sunday, Bryan was slowly burning up. He was still his active self during the day, but by night, I knew something was definitely amiss when he didn't finish his oh-so-beloved milk. Typically, he can sapu 9ozs with no problems but this time, he stopped at the 5ozs mark despite rejecting his dinner earlier.

I brought him the paed on Monday and he warned me that it could be HFMD after discovering an ulcer in his mouth. Oh dear, dear dear! Immediately I called up Sasha whom I remembered Jayden had HFMD a few months back. She advised me to stock up on all the soft food so I'd rushed to Mercato over lunch to get them.

Bryan's fever did not go away on Tuesday but neither did it go pass 38 degrees C. It just kept hovering at 37.7 to 37.8 C. It was quite a nuisance. The poor boy was losing his appetite and I worked hard in ensuring that he at least, had sufficient fluids. Somehow it was a struggle also trying to get him to take Para when usually, he would ask for it! Perhaps it was the ulcer bothering him.

Finally last night, the fever broke as he sweated quite a bit when he was asleep (at 7pm, mind you, having not napped during the day). Thank God it was not HFMD. I suspect it was probably a very tough strain of virus.

Now, both VT and I are sick as well- same symptoms: low-grade fever, sore throat and guess what, an ulcer in the mouth! I can now only pray that Brandon doesn't catch this bug from us!!!

Brandon is 3 Months Old

Another month has gone by. My little baby turns 3 months old today.

Weight: 6.6kg
Milk Intake: 5 ozs every 3 to 4 hours

Sleep: Sleeps by 7pm, waking up at midnight and 4-5am for feeds.

Brandon loves to smile and coo when spoken to, especially by his kor kor. He is quite happy to be left alone. At the moment, Brandon is at the stage of examining his own hands. He turns grumpy in the evening so we have been relying a lot on the Fisher Price rocker to keep him happy.

I think he is progressing well physically though I am a tad worried that when put on his tummy, he doesn't quite know how to lift his head up as yet. He is contented lying down and sucking on his fists! Lazy baby, perhaps?

Our Raya Weekend

A quick synopsis of what we did over the long weekend.

Wednesday (1st day of Raya)
Made a quick visit to Sasha and little Justin in the morning (bright and early – was there just before 9am!); Met up with my god-daughter’s family and another colleague’s family at Marche, The Curve for lunch

Thursday
Hung out at my parents’ place for a while, lazy day

Friday
I went to work while VT took care of the kids, but halfway thru parked Bryan with my MIL.

Saturday
Bloggers gathering at Jazz’s place over lunch where I was late with the curry chicken - finally met Chin Nee for the 1st time;
For dinner, Lok Lok at my parents (yes, we literally had a lok lok van parked in my parents’ porch – great fun, too bad forget to take a photo!) to skaligus celebrate the October and November babies birthdays

Sunday
Hosted a small lunch for a friend who was visiting from Melbourne. Caught up with friends whom we had not seen in more than 5 years!

Most, if not all, of our gatherings happen over lunchtime since Brandon is usually asleep before 7pm these days. So for dinners, I’ll usually whip up something simple that everyone enjoys. I find it more relaxing to eat at home instead of having to pack the whole house when we go out.

By the way, you'll soon notice that my posts will have more photos cos I brought myself a simple point-and-shoot camera :)

To All The Super Mums

Remember how I wrote about being grateful? Well, admitedly I have not been all that grateful of late. I have been very irritatable and short-fused, often lamenting to poor VT about how tired (although I don't do the night shifts!) and short-changed I felt about being tied down with 2 kids. Thing is, most of my friends and colleagues have full time nannies leaving them with lots of time to do their own stuff hence amongst them, I'm probably the most hands-on mum. Hence my complains.

But looking around the blogsphere, I realised that I am nothing compared to all the super mums out there. In addition to caring for their kiddos, they-

scrapbook
cook, bake AND bento
are big in photography
are full time mums

You know who you are!! I really salute and respect you. You guys put me to shame really. And after reading Rachel's post, I should really be grateful (and quit whining over the small stuff) for having 2 beautiful and healthy children.

Mama, Go Out

That is what Bryan says to me these days whenever he wants to do something naughty without me being around to scold or reprimand him. Examples: climb out the couch to play with the light switches/air-con remote control, dig his nose. If I ignore him, he will hold my hand and lead me into the kitchen, and then he keeps making sure that I stay put! I find that as Bryan gets older, he is full of mischief. It is very endearing although sometimes his tantrums can really drive you up the wall.

Bryan is generally a good kid and other than being (over)active, he takes reasoning most of the time. He loves his little di-di to bits – never failing to talk to Brandon, kissing him, holding his hand, stroking his body to sayang and even playing Peek-a-Boo with him. There was once when he even tried to soothe the screaming baby by saying, “Don’t cry, baby”. It brought tears to my eyes. In response, Brandon looks adoringly at his kor kor whenever Bryan talks to him. I can only pray that they will continue to love each other as they grow up. Isn’t that every parents wish?


P/S: Thanks for the well wishes following this incident – it turned out to be a minor gash on his head. All recovered now though scar is still visible. I reckon I need to bubble-wrap that boy of mine!