At the age of 2+, Khye was already telling me this:
- i want to sleep, i tired- raining, go home
If there are Undo or Rewind buttons in life, i'd rewind my life to 1996 and start all over again wisely & happily.
Becoming a mom has become one of the routine in my life since Khye was born. However, the feeling of becoming a REAL mom hits me lately.
Firstly, when i was confirmed pregnant with my second baby. Crazy me, but it's sad to think that khye is not going to get 100% attention from me anymore and i'm going to miss his growing up before my eyes. We are closer to each other more now that khye started to ignore and refuse his dad. He even wants me to clean his butt and wear the diaper on him. Every night, khye will glue to me until he goes to sleep.
Secondly, we have to look for a suitable nursery for khye before the arrival of the second one. One weekend, we went to survey a few nurseries and after looking at the number of kids in the nurseries, i started to worry about khye. He is going to be alone with so many kids. He is going to be force to do things in a more strictly manner. Are the teachers going to patient enough with him? Are the teachers going to hit him? Will the teachers hide the truth from me when khye slips and falls in the toilet? What if i find bruises on khye's body? What if khye doesn't want to sleep and the teachers will force the cough syrup down his throat? What if khye is being bullied by the bigger sized kids but the teachers will tell me it's a common? What if, what if, what if....these are the questions that run thru my mind the whole week after the survey. Suddenly, i'm missing khye.
Lastly...Khye has not been feeling well since last Monday. And i failed to detect that as a mom. He was fussy, cranky and a crying baby at night. Even while sleeping, he would want to hold my fingers to make sure i'm there. Until Weds night, he was down with fever, followed by throat inflammation then cough. On Saturday night, i was thinking, what food can he take on Sunday. Usually, sunday is a rest day for me, which means no activities in the kitchen. We would buy breakfast, lunch and dinner. Lately, i came to realise that i should cook on everyday sunday, to ensure khye eats well, esp when he dun take veggies at all during weekdays. Yesterday, i cooked kuey teow soup for lunch and spaghetti for dinner. Hubby had to finish the awful kuey teow soup from lunch. Amazingly, khye finished his lunch & dinner without protest....am so pleased. I can tell the whole world, khye likes my cooking in the end!!!
When my mensus delayed for the 6th day, i was so excited that i bought home the test kit. I had a very strong feeling that i'm preg but i still need to be 100% confirm. So, on the 7th day, i woke up so early in the morning around 5.30am and also cos i couldn't sleep anymore. I collected the first urine of the day and dipped the stick into the urine. It didn't take long for the 2nd red line to appear and i could feel my face glowing already. I left the stick in the toilet, took a pic and went back to bed. Hubby was away on biz trip and i kept it until he was back, which was a week later. I was so good in keeping secret :D Silly hubby had the stupidest reaction ever. He asked me, why i showed him the picture of the test kit from last year.
We have a portable baby cradle set in our house which is kept at a hidden corner right in front of the storeroom. Each time it's time for Khye to sleep, we just need to pull it out and put it under the fan next to the dining table. Khye does not like it when we do that as it'll indicate that it's his bedtime already. Usually, what he will do is try to run away or lying down on the floor and pretending to cry. He'll never win at any attempt.
Yesterday, hubby's fren came for a visit. Both of them were talking at the dining table while khye & i played together. An hour passed and the fren was still not ready to go home. It's almost time for khye's afternoon nap. Not wanting to be impolite, i didn't say anything and left khye to play with his toys while i got ready some food for lunch in the kitchen.
Surprisingly, khye followed me, but not into the kitchen. He went to drag his cradle set, like how we always do and placed it next to the fren's chair. Khye hardly does that unless he's extremely tired or sleepy. Then only the fren got the message and finally left the house.
Khye slept peacefully from 1pm to almost 4pm. Khye's mum too.
Brought to you by Khye...
One fine morning, instead of dressing me up into TT shirt, Papa-yoh dressed me up in another set of pyjamas. I was thinking has he gone senile? Three of us got into the car and Papa-yoh called his friend to informed that we're on the way. Yay, we're not going to TT this weekend. It was a long journey to this place. While Papa-yoh was driving, i went crazy with mama at the passenger seat behind. To be exact, i made mama crazy by being a monkey in the car. Finally, after about an hour or less, we reached a dead-end in a jungle. Papa-yoh parked the car by the hill side. Mama told Papa-yoh that if i were to be naughty again, she would throw me down the hill. I took that seriously and stood very close to them all the time. Papa-yoh was carrying me while mama was carrying a camera bag, my bag & an umbrella. She didn't look happy though. While on the way up the so called short hike, mama reluctantly took a pic of me and Papa-yoh.
After about 25mins, we finally reached the durian farm. I was sweating a lot too even though i didn't have to walk. I bet Papa-yoh must have transferred his sweat to my pyjamas. There were a lot of mosquitoes and that time i knew why i was dressed in pyjamas. But i wonder why Papa-yoh & mama did not do the same. But after thinking it over, they must be the world greatest parents, to sacrifice their body & blood to protect me from the fierce mosquitoes. I was so touched.
Later, Papa-yoh left me & mama to bring back some fruits. It reminded me of the story of Tarzan & Jane. Tarzan would go and brings back fruits for Jane (& Tarzan junior). While waiting for Papa-yoh to come back, i played with a few purple fruits which i've not seen before. Mama called them mangosteens.
I was fascinated by these fruits but i dun like red hairy fruits called rambutans.
After about 15mins, i was bored and i told mama i wanted to look for Papa-yoh. She kept pulling me back to where she was standing. Mama didn't even allow me to peep at her camera.
There was a tug of war and i fell down on my buttock. Mama screamed, not becos i was hurt, it's becos she had to wash the dirt from my white pyjamas now.
Soon, Papa-yoh came back with a big bunch of red....hairy fruits and smiling happily. Mama thought he was going to bring back lots of "red prawns" (ang heh durian). Papa-yoh disappeared again to bring back more fruits. I was hungry, sweaty & bored. Mama was always pulling me whenever i tried to walk off. I even threaten to pull down her bag from the tree. But she ignored me.
Finally, i lost my temper and started to cry. Mama panicked and i was dissatisfied with a bottle of milk. Finally, after much hassle, i dozed off until the rest came back. We finally made it to ground at 2pm+.
Papa-yoh told mama that next year, i will have to hike up the hill myself. I was very excited and can't wait for next year =) Mama just kept quiet.
The two men in my life. Don't be fooled by their gentleman/innocent look.
Khye is a copycat now and hubby is forever teaching him silly acts like this. Look at how khye was observing his papa-yoh's action so attentively.
(khye loves to call hubby papa-yoh and we have no idea why).
Khye's turn.
Both of them seemed to be enjoying themselves so much, until they started making out right in front of me!! Ya Allah....
Let me share our almost fixed routine everyday.
(inspired by Karen Cheng).
6.50am Alarm goes off and hubby bathes & i prepare breakfast
7.00am My turn to bathe while hubby dressed up and carry khye downstairs.
7.30am Leave house to work.
8-5.45pm Slaves at work
6.45pm Reached home with packed dinner.
7.15pm Fetch khye from in-laws'.
8.15pm Send khye to sleep - lights off, air-cond on.
9.00pm Get ready khye's feeding things & relax in front of Astro.
10.30pm Bed-time for both of us.
Getting khye to sleep everyday is an ordeal. He does not sleep easily unless he is REALLY tired which does not happen very often. Hubby has to get him ready by wiping him clean and changing into his pyjamas. Sometimes, it goes very smoothly. Most of the time, he will be screaming like he's being abuse or something. But before changing him into his pyjamas, i have to get ready his bottle of milk and setup his baby cradle in the living room, in front of the air-cond. Lights & tv must be 100% off with full speed fan & moderate air-cond temp. If you miss any of these, the whole house will turn into a mad house almost instantly. The IKEA chair is to block him from the tv when we on it after he goes to sleep.
After about 20-30mins of irritating baby cradle music & non-stop tapping, we will on the porch light to see whether he is still awake or not. No noise from the cradle does not mean that he is already asleep. At times, we will find him staring back at us after 30mins. If that happens, we have to switch off the light and start all over again.
If he is confirmed sleeping then we can safely switch on the dining room lights and tv.
When it's our bed time, hubby has to slowly lift him up from the baby cradle before putting him into his baby cot. Normally, he will just open his eyes for a while and continue with his sleep. If he protests, a bottle of milk will do to calm him down.
Last night, i showed hubby my leg, taking for granted he would know that i was trying to show him my slightly bruised leg. He was as blind as a bat and didn't even notice the discoloration of my skin. 5 years ago, he would have asked what had happened to my leg before I myself knew it was there.
