I Say He Says - Days of the week

Monday:

Dear Hubby: What day is today?

Me: Monday la. Just started this week.

Tuesday: 

Dear Hubby: Today is Tuesday hor?

Me: Yes.

Wednesday:

Dear Hubby: Today Wednesday already!

*excited face*

Me: Are you counting down to something? Counting down to go Kuching tomorrow is it?

(Huh? Why so excited weird look)

Dear Hubby: Today Wednesday, tomorrow Thursday!

Me: Ohhhh!!! Our new car! Siao everyday asking me about days of the week! Thrilled la?

Dear Hubby: So Steamed!!! I'm hallucinating about it everyday!! 

Me: Sampat. Schizo!

Boys and their toys. -__-

Stay tuned. Will update on our new ride!! Yes, tomorrow - Thursday.
Before TGIF...

High... Salivating... Like daddy....

I Say He Says - SameFace

One fine evening, while we were eyeballing Baby Maya sleeping....

Dear Hubby: Baby Maya looks very much like me huh?

Me: Yea. 

Dear Hubby: And she is the only one in the whole wide world who can make you run to her side in a split second.

Me: Yea.

Dear Hubby: And you allow her to scream at you.

Me: She does not scream. But yea. 

Dear Hubby: So.... When she scolds you, it'll be like me scolding you!

Wtf.

-__-

*stupid grin on his face*

            Daddy! Like that also can?!!?

Working Mum - Types of (Desperate?) Mums

What type of mummy are you?
What type of mother is your mother?

Want to know? 

Read on.....

This is an article from Psychologies Magazine, the first women glossy magazine. You can check them out here.

My VERY first Mother's Day celebration, while still in my confinement month.  Switched to carnations, no longer roses. Haha!

Oh Goodness. Horrible without make-up on! Haha.

I'm going to depict these types of mother using the characters from Desperate Housewives, which is one of my absolute favourite series, after Friends. And Gossip Girls. And Grey's Anatomy. And Sex and The City. Love all these series because, in a way I can relate to them. I'm a medical personnel with a family now, has strong sense (urge) to caring for my appearance and my group of friends are funny and crazy stupid - who I'll introduce soon-ish. Okay, fine. Done digressing. 

Now enjoy the read!

1. PERFECTIONIST MOTHER

Typically, an over-controlling, fearful and anxious woman for whom appearance is everything. Her children tend to be hypercritical of themselves, feeling inadequate and emotionally empty, says Poulter.

Children of a perfectionist mother…

Your strengths: You can have a strong sense of commitment in relationships, and are responsible and reliable in everything you do. You value hard work and persistence as core character qualities.

Emotional legacy: You always feel that the opinions of others are far more important than your own. You often have a heightened sense that the world is watching and judging you.

The perfect example of the perfectionist mother. Her struggle to maintain a picture-perfect life, with her perfect straight glue-like redhair and her immaculate makeup and freshly starch-ironed clothes and plastered smile, despite facing many obstacles in life - divorce, alcoholism, difficult children. Super neurotic OCD. So meticulous and detailed oriented, to a degree of obsession leading to emotional shutdown. Although, I kind of like her polished robotic looks, how she excels in housekeeping - always cooks gourmet meal and set the table splendidly and bake a basket of awesome-looking rich muffins as thank you gift - striving for perfection in every aspect of her life. My type of control freak so obviosuly pales in comparison to HER type of control freak.

Rex: It means I'm sick of you being so damn perfect all the time. I'm sick of the bizarre way your hair doesn't move. I'm sick of you making our bed in the morning before I've even used the bathroom. You're this, this plastic suburban housewife, with her pearls and her spatula, who says things like, "we owe the Hendersons a dinner." Where's the woman I fell in love with? Who used to burn the toast and drink milk out of the carton? And laugh? I need her. Not this cold, perfect thing you've become. 

Bree: Rex cries when he ejaculates. 

Bree: Why is this happening? 

Rex: Because you can't even let me pack my own suitcase. 

Danielle Van De Kamp: Why can't we ever have normal soup?
Bree: Danielle, there is nothing abnormal about basil puree.
Danielle Van De Kamp: Just once, can we have a soup that people have heard of. Like French Onion, or Navy Bean?
Bree: First of all, your Father can't eat onions. He's deathly allergic. And I won't even dignify your navy bean suggestion.

2. UNPREDICTABLE MOTHER 

Anxious, angry, excessively emotional, she is overwhelmed by feelings so her parenting style is based purely on mood. This type has the most chaotic of the five styles. She creates problems, issues and crises in her mind, through her emotions and relationships, and passes them on to her children.

Children of an unpredictable mother…

Your strengths: Excellent people skills and the ability to be empathic. Often great motivators, you offer emotional support to colleagues as well as friends and family.

Emotional legacy: Growing up with an ingrained need to take care of people and their emotional issues, you can be overwhelmed by emotions such as anger, anxiety and depression. You learn early on how to read people and situations, in order to manage the strong feelings of others.

She is not the typical housewife at all. Scheming, dark, cunning, revengeful, notorious for her sexual appetite but also very strong-minded, always with a neatline of funny witty snappy comebacks and balanced of with a body (and thighs) to die for. Real unpredictable. Can't stop her from manipulating what she wants. Sounds like a whole lot of admirations and regards. BUT one main thing that I despise - no matter how deceitful you are, you don't make use of your own child for your own conquest. She uses his relationship with her son, Travers to her advantage and tries to seduce Carlos Solis, who is Gabrielle's husband! Wtf.

Travers McLain: What does 'Bad in Bed' mean? 
Edie Britt: Well it means that you're not good at making... your bed. Mommy doesn't like people saying she can't make a bed because, trust me, nobody makes a bed as good as your mommy. 
Travers McLain: If you want, I can tell people you're good in bed.

Edie Britt: What the hell happened to you? Look at you. Your clothes, your hair... Carlos might be blind, but the rest of us aren't. 
Gabrielle Solis: I had two children. 
Edie Britt: For what... breakfast? 

Edie Britt: I have a husband now. 
Susan: Really? Whose?

Susan: How do you sleep at night? 
Edie: Soon... with Mike on top of me.



3. THE BEST FRIEND MOTHER 

She enjoys treating her children as equals in order to avoid the responsibility of setting boundaries. This mother believes her life would be over if she embraced motherhood so avoids that role. Instead, both child and parent assume the role of emotional confidante and partner, leaving the child effectively motherless. ‘In this situation, the emotional needs of the mother are so consuming, she has to rely on the child to meet them,’ says Poulter.

Children of a best friend mother…

Your strengths: You understand the importance of boundaries between parents, children, colleagues and families. Because of your sense of motherlessness, you are often aware that you take the lead and assume the responsible role as an adult.

Emotional legacy: You may feel emotionally neglected with a fear of rejection. You can be resentful and bitter in relationships, tending to feel unloved and under-appreciated.

Very the typical best friend mother - Following her divorce, her daughter, Julie has to step in and act as the parental figure in their relationship. I don't really like this character so much. She is insecure, vulnerable, weak, emotionally raw and open. I feel like she reflects a role that some queer think woman should be. Bla. She is a hopeless romantic and very extremely fragile clumsy. I feel like she is actually constantly looking for trouble itself in life, seeking for drama, very "desperate to land a  man". And because of her inability to lead her own life and deal with her own problems, her poor daughter has to take care of her and her needs, when she should be enjoying her teenage years. Well, maybe, just maybe, it is due to her obvious father issue, or lack of it in this matter.

Susan Mayer: So, is that your project for school? You know when I was in fifth grade I made the White House out of sugar cubes. 

Julie Mayer: Stop stalling and go. Before Mike figures out he can do better. 

Susan Mayer: [gapes at Julie] Tell me again why I fought for custody of you? 

Julie Mayer: You were using me to hurt Dad. 

Susan Mayer: I can't believe it. This can't be happening. Mike can't like Edie better than me, he just can't!
Julie Mayer: You don't know what's going on. Maybe they're just... having dinner.
[Susan gives her a look]
Julie Mayer: You're right. They're doing it.



4. THE ME-FIRST MOTHER 

One of the most prevalent mothering styles, me-firsts are unable to view their children as separate individuals and tend to be self-absorbed and insecure. Their offspring will learn from an early age that their role is to make their mother shine.

Children of a me-first mother…

Your strengths: You are extremely good at supporting others, and are intuitive and insightful with people in all types of relationships. You are loyal and supportive, able to appreciate other people’s needs and solve problems.

Emotional legacy: You doubt your own decision-making abilities. You find it difficult to trust your own feelings on any matter because you view your mother’s opinion as more important and powerful than your own.

Gabrille Solis! A high fashion trophy wife, always looks like she just walks off a runway. Dresses flawlessly in cleavage-showing tight designers, cruising around a convertible sports car - she is the symbol of glamourous persona and undued materialism. Confident, rude, ridiculously quick-witted petite, perfectly formed self is my favourite character in Desperate Housewife. I just like the way she darts around her sarcasm and the way she hops along in her ultra-high killer heels. She is just gorgeous in her cute little figure! Love her mojo!!! Such an irony that both her kids are obese, but definitely not lacking their mother's love for make up and clothes and shoes. Well, to be fair, she has changed after giving birth to her daughters - even sold off her designers in one of the seasons to help the family out. 

Juanita: First, kissing. Then, get married. Then, he buys me presents.
Gaby: Oh my God, you are my daughter.

Gaby: What? If you were named "Francesca", there'd be no time for sarcasm. You'd be too busy having sex. On a vespa.

Carlos: Hey babe, I'm in the middle of something.
Gaby: Obviously not shaving or putting on deodorant. You look like a terrorist.
Gaby: I'm always getting my Mexicans confused, which I'm allowed to do because I'm Mexican.

Gaby: Money can't buy happiness. Oh please. That's just something we tell poor people to keep them from rioting.

Gaby: I did not lose our baby. Stop saying that! I know exactly where it is. Inside some crazy Chinese woman, who also stole a chicken from my fridge.

Gaby: Oh don't play victims with me. I've to walk in heels all day long, you can just sit in a chair and roll.

Gaby: Do you know how bored I was today? I came this close to cleaning the house.

Lynette: God, I hate my life.

Gaby: I know. I wouldn't trade you for anything.

Gabrielle Solis: Susan, if you're not sure what Jessie ment by it, why don't you just talk to her?
Susan Mayer: Oh, that would be way to awkward. She's my boss.
Lynette Scavo: She's your boss? Let her kiss you again and then sue her!
Gabrielle Solis: Okay, we're going to figure this out for you. Were her eyes open or shut?
Susan Mayer: I don't know.
Gabrielle Solis: Well, how many seconds did the kiss last?
Susan Mayer: I don't remember.
Gabrielle Solis: [frustrated] Oh, for God's sake, was it this?
[Gabrielle quickly smooches Susan on her lips]
Gabrielle Solis: Or was it this?
[Gabrielle kisses Susan passionately for about three seconds]
Susan Mayer: Uh... the second one.
Lynette Scavo: Congratulations. You're now dating a lesbian. 

5. THE COMPLETE MOTHER

This ideal is only experienced by about 10 per cent of us, says Poulter. The complete mother combines the best elements of the other four styles. Emotionally balanced, she can see her children as individuals and help them achieve their own independence. She isn’t necessarily perfect herself but whatever her emotional circumstances, she is committed to motherhood — regardless of other responsibilities outside the home.

Children of a complete mother…

Your Strengths: Because you feel loved and understood you can take risks, embrace change and initiate relationships without fear of rejection.

Emotional legacy: You will have the ability and insight to appreciate that other people, colleagues and family members have their own perspectives. You’ll be able to navigate the challenges of becoming independent and won’t feel emotionally enmeshed with your mother.

By far, the most ideal model mother of all. She portrays the more realistic image in our world - weathering all the burden of the family (immediate and extended), the stress of being a mother and a wife AND tirelessly trying to balance out her family and career.  Try being that, AND handling a husband who is going through mid-life crisis. She is one tough cookie, juggler, over-achiever workaholic and traditional mum who still has to take care of domestic stuff. She has successfully represented a modern day mum. One, that I inspire to become myself. Haha.

Susan Mayer: I mean, of all people, did he have to bang his secretary? I had that woman over for lunch. 
Gabrielle Solis: It's like my grandmother always said: An erect penis doesn't have a conscience. 
Lynette: Even the limp ones aren't that ethical.

Susan Mayer: How could we have all forgotten about this?
Lynette Scavo: We didn't exactly forget. It's just that usually when the hostess dies, the party is off.
Bree: Lynette!
Lynette Scavo: I'm not being flip, I'm just pointing out a reality.

Mrs. Pate: Yesterday afternoon, Parker offered a cookie to Cindy Lou Peeples if she would show him her vagina.
Lynette: What kind of cookie?
Mrs. Pate: What does that matter?
Lynette: Oh, it doesn't. I'm just stalling because I am completely mortified. 

Susan Mayer: Lynette?
Lynette Scavo: I'm in.
Bree: I'll make braised lamb shanks.
Lynette Scavo: I'm still in. 



Susan Delfino: So Renee, you have to tell us, what was Lynette like in college? 
Renee Perry: Absolutely fearless. She just kept wearing those parachute pants, lesbian rumours be damned. 
Lynette Scavo: Yes, Renee was always the one with the fashion sense. Before I met her, I'd never even heard of Gucci or Prada or Chlamydia.

Dave Williams: [to Lynette] You know what a midlife crisis is? 
Lynette Scavo: I'm married to a 45 year old man who has a red convertible. Yeah, I think I know.

Lynette: Hi. My babysitter cancelled.
Bree: I've got millions of errands to run so....
Lynette: Please hear me out, this is important. Today I have a chance to join the human race for a few hours - there are actual adults waiting for me with margaritas. Look, I'm in a dress, I have make-up on.
Bree: If it were any other day?
Lynette: Oh, for God's sake, Bree. I'm wearing pantyhose.

Lynette Scavo: I love my kids so much. I'm so sorry they have me as a mother. 
Bree Van De Kamp: Lynette, you are a great mother. 
Lynette Scavo: No, I'm not. I can't do it. I'm so tired of feeling like a failure. It's so humiliating. 
Susan: No, it's not. So you got addicted to your kids' ADD medication. It happens. 
Bree Van De Kamp: You've got four kids. That's a lot of stress. Honey, you just need some help. 
Lynette Scavo: That's what makes it so humiliating. Other moms don't need help. Other moms make it look so easy. All I do is complain. 
Susan: That's not true. When - when Julie was a baby, I - I was out of my mind almost every day. 
Bree Van De Kamp: I used to get so upset when Andrew and Danielle were little, I used their nap times to cry. 
Lynette Scavo: [sniffs] Why didn't you ever tell me this? 
[sobs] 
Bree Van De Kamp: [whispers] Oh, baby. Nobody likes to admit that they can't handle the pressure. 
Susan: I think it's just like we think, you know, it's easier to keep it all in. 
Lynette Scavo: Oh, we shouldn't. We should tell each other this stuff. 
Susan: It helps, huh? 
Lynette Scavo: Yeah. It really 
[sniffs] 
Lynette Scavo: does. 



We are all doing just great!
HAVE A WONDERFUL FUN FULFILLING WEEKEND, MUMMIES!

Working Mum - Back to Work

Went back to work a week ago. The idea of going back to work initially stress the hell out of me. Thought of taking another month off. Or two. But there will always be a first-day-back-to-work-blue. Or red. Or black. Whatever.

Very leisure the two of them!

Unless I strike the jackpot. Overnight millionaire. Then no need to ever go back go work. But I'll be so bored at home, since I'd have a team of maids, personal chef, nanny, Balinese masseur, chauffeur, body guards and gunmen. Haha. Everyone will know me and hate me, I assume. 

"Doctor also buy lottery". 

"Doctor also want to fight a bowl of rice with us". Figure of speech. 

Our society presumed that all doctors are well-off. True or false? 

False la! Not all doctors. 

Anyways, digressing... Becoming millionaire also comes with its own set of problems. Living in fear with robbers, kidnappers and blackmailers constantly threatening your peace of mind. Therefore the gunmen are in my list. Haha. Maybe need to have snipers scattered on the rooftop also. With watchtower. Haha. 

If only these professionals can make Mainland Aunties stay away from my super mega rich husband (FYI jackpot was RM41millions the last time Le Boss told us). Those Aunties even more pro.

The thick-faced bulletproof ladies women-acting-like-twenties-wearing-like-eighteen-ugh! are notorious social leech. They don't mind balding fat-in-the-middle men (don't take this personally Dear Hubby haha), they will cling on tight and suck your money dry and obviously break your family up. 

Growing up, I've seen and heard the same old stories umpteenth times happening to my neighbours. 

Target: Old rich men. Victims: Defenceless timid wives. Results: Embarrassed children. 

That's why I better go back and work and earn a decent living. Being able to support myself financially makes me a stronger independent woman. Self-fulfilled. I can stand strong and confident. Walk also got wind (please translate into Hokkien). I'm sure many of you working mothers will nod and agree with me right. 

So, if Dear Hubby so stupidly succumb to the tricks and black magic of those tramps, cry also no use right. Cry until eyes drop out also no point right. 

Life goes on. Mine anyways. And Baby Maya's. I can provide for both of us. I can protect her. 

Though I trust Dear Hubby will never in a thousand year do that to us or betray our family and our vows, but... in case anything happen to him (Choy Choy Choy touchwood!), Baby Maya still has me. I can still bring the bread home for her. Or rice. Or chocolate. Or cupcakes. Whatever she wants. 

Oh my God. What am I blabbering about. 

All I want to point out is that I'm just freaking lazy to go back to work. Not that I don't ever want to work. Just the idea of going back. The first day is always the hardest. 

You know, when you have like, say two weeks, or maximum a month leave. You stay at home, enjoy the freedom of not having to set the alarm clock, the pure bliss of staying in after nine (though most time I'll suffer from headache if I go past ten. Yeah yeah aging whatever), hang out at cafe, window shopping, chitchat and the joy of nothingness. And I realise, that lasts only for awhile. My limit - one month. 

Then I'd be dying to do something, something else. Something useful. 

Other than nothing. You know?

Note: this theory applies to vacation holiday as well which I can stand travelling for two to three weeks only. Then I would want to go home. My wallet and bank account went back home even earlier. Haha.

But.... After three months, that desire and feeling fade away. Haha. Staying at home might not be adventurous or exciting or self-fulfilling as at work, but I love being with my baby girl. Super love the still-attached feeling. I feel very satisfied too if I managed to feed her, play with her and get her to sleep AND still had time to go online-snooping AFTER I had showered and expressed breast milk. Then, I did the household chores and can even ironed Dear Hubby's clothes. And cooked sometimes. And sat and watched Baby Maya sleep. Super good juggler. Damn domestic. *pat myself on shoulder 

So...yeah... I'd miss all the happy sweet moments spent with Baby Maya when I start working. Her sudden chuckling at sleep. Her cheeky smile that melts my heart. Her mischievous kickings whenever she is animated. Her frantic wailings whenever she is bothered. I'll even miss her naughty little fussy time in the evenings. And how her eyes light up when something excites her. How her legs go up whenever I change her diapers. How she enjoys her bath time now. How she adores the singing mobile we bought for her. The way her eyes twinkle and follow the characters. The way she sucks her pacifier. The way she holds her head up when I'm standing above her. The way she squeals happily when I blow on her tummy. Oh my. I'm pretty depressed now.

Gleeful Cheeky!

Kick kick kick early in the morning. Manja face... :) 

Mummy, Tiger bigger than me!

Scratch that. Not lazy. Melancholic. Argh. 

Hence. 

Before marching off to work, there are few things to settle. 

This is my WorkingMum-BackToWork checklist and I hope it can help you mothers out there, who are still relishing in maternity leave, later on.

1) Start expressing your breast milk (EBM) two weeks prior to starting work. I actually started one month prior. Freaking worry my babygirl no milk to drink. Haha. And keep them in the freezer - iced milk, anyone? They can last for three good months (according to guideline) - you don't always open and close the freezer door la. 

So, a good breast pump is crucial as you are required to start a relationship with it soon.

I used to use a single electric pump Phillip Avent because I didn't want to buy such an expensive pump like Medela (bloody RM1600++ okay!) in case I couldn't produce much breast milk - you know, due to stress or postpartum depression from unflattering body image or lack of breast feeding skill. 

No proper latching --> no feeding. No demand --> no supply. 

Phillip Avent was a good pump, served my need well in my first two months but soon, I want a double one. 

First of all, single pump is messy as in when you pump one side, the other leaked. Wtf. And time consuming. As I established my supply, I invested in Medela Freestyle pump. Really excellent effective pumping and I like that I've cut down my duration of pumping session to half. Very worth buying. 

My Medela

Even so, I saved the frozen milk merely as insurance. In case I fall sick or something like that. Baby Maya still gets "fresh" milk (feels like a cow now) that I expressed the day before and we still breastfeed at night time. Only the extra ones I'll freeze. I usually bring her "breakfast, lunch and teatime" in a cute pink lunch bag with ice packs. Haha.

Baby Maya's breakfast and lunch and teatime

A piece of advice (from Le Dasao): try to feed your baby with the thawed EBM at least once, see if your little one likes it. If she doesn't even want to drink it, no point you store a freezer full of iced EBM. If that happens, then you will have to make sure you pump enough the day before for her to bring to nursery or nanny. 

Le Dasao has stock up so much that Little Sleeping Beauty has the luxury of having milk bath spa. Say hello to silky smooth skin! I do not have that much to spare. Wtf. Haha. 

2) Find a good reliable trustworthy honest nanny. Doesn't matter how much or how far, as long as she takes good care of your baby right? I honestly think that this is NOT a case to be stingy. You cannot afford to skimp this budget. Your baby will be in the care of this person for most of the day (8am - 5pm; if heavy traffic: 7.30am - 5.30 or 6pm), so ascertain that you are leaving your sweetheart in good hands. 

Seeing so many abuse cases by maids and teacher and whoever, my heart just cringe. I can only pray hard everyday that TheNanny is not psycho. 

I will freaking kill anyone who lay her hands on Baby Maya. 

Thank goodness we managed to find a sympathetic kind nanny. TheNanny is a very friendly person. And she sayang Baby Maya so much. Always asking me to bring her earlier (okay maybe we were late in several occasions). And Baby Maya has her own cot there. All her stuff is neatly arranged in a corner. TheNanny's house is a little dilapidated but as long as it is clean and orderly, we are fine. TheNanny seems hygienic so I'm glad. She washes Baby Maya's clothes and bottles for me too. And she offers to help cut Baby Maya's nails (I have phobia. Don't ask). So lucky me. 

Also remember to send your baby to the Nanny's a few days earlier. To help baby adapt to new environment as well as the nanny to get to know your baby's pattern and routine. As usual, I do things very Kia Su. We had our trial weeks before I came back to work. Haha. 

The night before I couldn't sleep. Worried that she will cry and cry and TheNanny couldn't manage to comfort Baby Maya. Then the day came. And we left her there. My heart JUST broke and tears welled up in my eyes. Horrible detached feeling. I rather endure a knife in my thigh than this pain. Really. The first few hours was unsettling. I was very perturbed and keep wanting to call TheNanny and ask about my baby. Seeing me so flustered, so Dear Hubby did. I felt only slightly better after she assured me that all was well. Half day came and we went there and saw Baby Maya lying smiling to us from the cot. She accustomed well. Good girl. You can't believe how relieved I was!

You can't be feeling this crazy on your first day back to work. So, help yourself and your  baby and your nanny learn and cope. 

3) Go frenzy shopping for new work clothes. Why? You still have your old ones? Let me tell you why. Many reasonable reasons to do so. 

Chances are some, if not, most of your old work wear no longer fit your post delivery figure. True story. 

Three main areas - your boobs, your tummy and your hips. After the initial painful engorgement resolves, I'm still a whooping size bigger. Although I have OFF-loaded 15kg (kudos me, I know!) in just three months, my abdomen remains a flabby flap. Not so firm, not so taut. A lot of abs exercise needed. And hips. Hips don't lie. With proper coverage and flair here and frills there, I know I have successfully camouflaged it. Haha. Everyone say I'm back to my old body. *gleaming 

This new top is supposed to say CatalogueMum. Baby Maya agrees with her 'peace' sign! LOL.

And OLD workwear is OLD. Donate or sell them and get yourself a new ones. After nine months in unattractive maternity clothes, and feeling unattractive, it's time for a revamp! Plus, you are holding a new role - mummy. You should dress the part, don't you think? Haha. SuperMum, PowerMum, HotMum, SexyMum, CorporateMum, CatalogueMum, ModelMum, PTAMum, whoever you want to be. 

Besides you deserve a shopping spree after all that you have done. No reason needed. Wtf. Just go crazy. 

Oh yes, get some toys for your little one too. By now, she should be quite interactive. She can respond to voices and sounds and songs and moving objects. Super delightful to play with! So geram! So try to stimulate her as much as you can by talking or singing or dancing with her. Baby Maya is the only one in this whole wide world who appreciate my awful singing. Haha. 

Bright colours captivate her attention.

4) Packing. Other than your workbag, pack for your baby to bring to Nanny's and pack your own pump bag. I usually pack her clothes for the whole week. The wet tissues, diapers, handkerchiefs, towels, blankie and other necessities are, of course, nicely folded and arranged in the bag as well. Don't forget her lunch bag! And as for my pump bag, Medela Freestyle comes with a bag of its own. It's very convenient and I won't run the chance of misplacing my pump (if I change my bag every other day). 

By now, you should have a rough idea of where you want to express and pump at work. It should be somewhere private la obviously. Wtf. And quiet. In order to avoid awkward situations and in case you have difficulty in letting-down. I have a sink in the clinic where I can wash my pump easily and Medela comes with its own ice cubicle (very thoughtful right) so I don't need a fridge.

You can keep your pump in the fridge, if your office has one, for the next use if you are lazy to wash all the parts. Just dab dry the pump. This piece of information also comes from Le Dasao. I tell you, she is really resourceful and knowledgable in this - breast milk, breast feeding stuff. Unless your male colleague decided to play with it. Which will be lame. Or accidentally drinks the milk you keep there. Which will be tragic. But funny. Tragic for him, you and your baby, funny for everyone else.

5) Lastly, spend every minute with your baby. Not like you won't play with her again. Choy! But your bonding time will shorter - only in the evenings from then onwards. So, cherish!

Daddy's little sweetheart

And remember to set your alarm clock, ladies! No more snoozings!

Oh yes. Any of you who like to have my old Phillip Avent single pump, let me know. I have sterilised it already. 

Work? What work? My job is to sleep, feed and poop!

Happy working, Mummies!

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