November 2013

Let's see...

Another month flew by so fast huh?

November is like a recovery month for me after a thunderstorm series of unfortunate events of Freaky October. 

It's like a breather to me. Doing nothing special, doing nothing much. Quite thankfully actually. Just sufficient time for me to regain my composure, organise my life back to normal, and to remind myself the blessings I have and no dwell on what's-not.

Nursed myself to health. Strong as a cow. But unlike the real milking cow. As I mentioned, I was suffocating in the midst of exhaustion, I decided to wean off breastfeeding. I see my Medela dying like a sign. Haha. And now, I feel - free. Well, freer at least. Not attached to the electric point, not having an affair with the pump, no need to worry about where to pump outdoors. More time for myself. More time for touching and playing and donkey laughing and feeling the warmth of Baby Maya when I hug her at night - because I'm much happier and tension-free with what the extra times on hand. Which is wonderful!

I thank whoever the inventor of formula milk because now, my girl can still get her supply of calories, DHA, other essential acids, gangliosides and etc nutrients.

Finally, my transfer letter is out. Thank goodness! About time!!! Came to my knowledge that there was a complain email, addressed to the more superior person in office and then, voila just over the weekend --> we got our letters!! Damn! If I knew earlier that all it takes to get job done is a complain letter, I would have done earlier! But it's okay. The lazy will always be inefficient and they will always remain at the same spot in their lives. So... I'm just thrilled of going back to civilisation! Am gonna take some personal leaves coming Christmas and hope it will be granted! 

Busy introducing some solids to Baby Maya. Teehee~~ happily playing the dedicate housewife past two weeks in the kitchen! LOLOLOLOL! Steaming and blending fresh produce for my princess using my new Phillip Avent Steamer + Blender. How fun! Especially satisfying when I see baby finishing her purée. Yummy yum!!! I now truly understand LeHomemaker's overjoyed face whenever we finished up the food on table. 

Also engrossed in recipe book for baby. Reading parenting booklet. This month quite domestic stuff. Wanting to be mum of the year. Hahahha!!! I'll learn to bake. Properly. Serious. Haha. I envision one day, Baby Maya and I will be baking together in the kitchen. I'll be sifting the flour, rolling the dough and cutting out cookies. She'll be smiling and happily decorating the cupcakes with sprinkles (standing on a small stool) and thinking I'm the best Mummy in the whole wide world!! Hahahah!!! One day. 

We had Dear Hubby for a whole full week this month. For that, we are grateful. Also because of that, I realise how important is the partner in a family unit. It is not impossible to raise a child on your own (well, haven't I been doing?) but it is bloody hell tough! This journey has made me see my real endurance and strength. I'd always thought that the spoilt brat who eats expensive, dresses in brands and uses designers that I used to be (errr... actually, still am, but smaller part of me lol) can never handle this role that life had thrown at me. But I did. And I think I've done it not bad. 

*pat on me-self back*

Here, I salute all single parents out there. You guys all are amazing!!! *salute* 

Seriously time flies. Even my LeSista is having her ROM coming month.

My sexy dress - checked.

Baby's cute dress - checked.

Baby's second (in case) frilly dress - checked. 

My heels - checked.

Pedicure - checked.

Home facial and hair treatment - checked.

Make up and perfume - checked.

Sony camera - charged and checked.

ROM Gift - pending and secret. 

Can't wait!!! Check it out in my next month's post!

Pampered for life! ❤

One fine day in the previous month, I overheard Dear Hubby talking to Baby Maya....

"Baby.. Come daddy carry.. Daddy carry you until you big big girl also no problem! Daddy sayang sayang you oh!" 

Smiling to myself, I couldn't help but wonder... if it was a baby boy, I doubt Dear Hubby would fawn or fuss or manja gedik-gedik so excessively much. 0_o Haha! 

In Chinese society, it is the guy who bears the surname of the family and only their generation offsprings' names can be written in the family's ancestral book. Giving birth to a baby boy brings such pride and 'face' to the family. Looking at China's one-child family law and the outrageous number of abandoned baby girls, you know what I mean. 

I used to think that being a guy is so much easier than a girl. First of the list, being a guy means no embarrassing period stain on the skirts. No need to bring extra pads for outings. No need panty liners. No need to always keep a pack of tissue in bag for 'emergency'. No need to worry about dirty toilet seats in public toilets. No need to spend precious time searching for the perfect bra. No need to fight the urge to adjust (embarrassedly) the underwire bra in public. No need to worry about leaking milk or stretch marks or Kegel's....

Guys.. Well, guys & their sticks and can go around screwing people. They can just wiggle out their sticks and pee anywhere. In my mind --> they can own an attitude and talk non-sensible bull and curse and people will only shrugged. They can stay out late at night and proudly be spotted at clubs and pubs and no one will raise a brow. They can wear their jeans hanging from their asses and people will simply say, "Aiyah, that's a fashion... Fashion...."

I used to wear straps & pants in my teenage years and my neighbours and relatives almost boggled their eyes out 0_o. Fashion also le.. *kolot*

Guys... They seem like they are able to do anything as they wish and get away with it. They seem to lead a MORE carefree life. Perhaps, that that was merely their attitude towards life that is different from us ladies. After years of critical observation and scrutiny, we are erm.. what you can describe as more uptight and rigid (plainly known as sensitive 'small-gas 'control freak) which also make lady bosses MORE hormonal and hell to work with. @_@ But, I'm not gonna touch on that topic today. 

Yes I realise I'm a female too. -_-

I used to want to be reborned as a guy. 

I used to think that... until now.

They say man is the head of the family (no pun intended). I say that's true. 

And I say woman is the neck of the family.

❤ So... if the neck turns to right, the head follows. Haha. Get it? Agree? ❤

In the front, they seem to be making all the major decisions, but it is also us, the women, who silently help to manage and take care of the household matters, sharing the responsibilities. Though we seem like the weaker gender, but only God knows our true strengths. Though we are the smaller size gender, but we can endure much bigger and stronger things than ourselves - childbirth, motherhood and the ability to love unconditionally.

If I can choose... If I can choose, in my next human life, I would choose to be woman 👠💄💅👛👗🙋 again. No doubt. 

Apart from that, being a woman also means pampering and ❤ loving for life, by man, indefinitely. 

I'm blessed to have great men in my life who love and love to pamper me.

When I was younger, I liked to pretend to be sleeping on the sofa so that daddy aka LeBoss would carried me to my bed at night after his night tuitions *teehee*. I love to read. Reading is my all-time favourite past time. Lots and lots of story books (adventures, girly fairy tales, detectives - Sweet Valley whole collection, Lima Sekawan collection, Enid Blyton, etc etc) piled up in my childhood room, all were bought by LeBoss's hard-earned $$$. When I knew about how he (painstakingly) bought the beautiful black piano for me, it brought tears to my eyes and made me treasure it more. It was this same man who gave me away at my wedding. *sniffles*

When I got older, then-boyfriend-turned-fiancée took over the role of protecting and loving me. I must admit, I was spoiled unsparingly! Haha! Showered with generous gifts and expensive dinners, lavished with extravagant trips, fulfilling backpacking adventures across Europe... I am treated with love and respect. How could I not married this gentleman who never says No to me, who loves me more than anything in this world? *swooning* ❤❤❤

And when I'm old, aged (and Botox-loaded) if we are blessed to have a son, then him and/or my future son-in-law, would take over that responsibility to take care of me in my old days, in a luxurious beautiful retirement village (I sure do hope we have such 'homes' by the time I'm old). I'd stay there (with my retirement funds) with Dear Hubby (if he is still around lol) and they'd come visit us, with our grandchildren and bring us a good bottle of red wine. And we'd all be sprawled across the freshly-lawned garden and spend a good evening chatting and laughing and clinking glasses at the 'good old times'. All while  my grandchildren wonder how I looked 40years old!! (hahahha.... Super perasan!!!). 

And the rest of my life..... is and will be taken care of....

It is as if by the law of life, we are bound to be pampered and taken care of. ❤❤❤

I Say He Says - Like the annoying patient's relative.

I was coaxing Baby Maya to sleep last night. Smiling and cooing her on the bed, then slightly I pushed her head down to the bed to indicate sleeping. Of course, her head bounced back straight up as she still wanted to play turning and rolling. 

And then this father of hers....

Dear Hubby (protectively carry her up): Eh eh!!! Why so ganas you push her head!!!

Me (confused): No la.. I just gently push down nia... 

Dear Hubby: Aiyoh.. She pain pain le (babytalking has already seeped into most of our adult talk lol). 

Me: Where got. No le. Very gentle only. 

Dear Hubby (not convinced): You so ganas. Later you hurt her.

Me (feeling very the defensive and offended): Eh!!! You all ah... You all talk as though I will intentionally hurt my little girl ah.... I never ganas her la... Of all people, you wanna be overprotective over the mother (I don't know if you understand me but Dear Hubby did lol). I ❤ her like crazy, I would never do anything purposely to hurt or cause her pain. Tell me this cannot do, that cannot eat, don't force this, why you feed that, etc.... I'm a new mum, I might not know alot of things about parenting and I still need to learn but I will NEVER deliberately do things to harm my girl. I took care of her all these months, got problem meh? (See she so healthy and naughty and everything cute!!!)

You all are like those patient's relatives, who you never saw before in the ward and suddenly appeared on the day patient was planned for a major surgery, and demanded explanation to why was the patient even going into surgery (which was already meticulously discussed with patient by specialists, decided for, arranged and painstakingly prepped pre-operatively by you) long before those 'concerned' relatives came into picture. The same type of relatives who asked rudely if you are absolutely 100% sure the patient can go home, and threatened to sue if we wrongfully discharged the patient. Those relatives who were never there to care for the patient but demanded an attendance letter from us to show their boss, on the day of discharge (that was usually the first time we ever saw them). Ironically those well-meaning (?) people are the more educated and richer relatives. They are not wrong doing that, but freaking annoying la!!! Like you now..!!!

Dear Hubby (looking amused): Wah! So elaborate... How long have you been thinking about that?

Me (feeling paiseh): Quite some time....

Dear Hubby: So, which one is you in that picture?

Me: The poor kind innocent and humble relative who stood by the patient all the while. 

Dear Hubby: Innocent and humble? (throwing a loud laugh)

Me: Oh shut up!!! (joining the laughter)

Cheh. Haha.