tete-a-tete

my sarong sling has always drawn lots of attention from the public esp the older ladies. they always think i will kill the baby inside, suffocating n distorting their body.

so today…

dorothy was sleeping inside the sarong while went for lunch. after i ordered my ba chor mee n teh peng i sat in an empty seat. near my left n right are 2 ladies. the younger one, let’s call her mrs47, ask whether is it my baby inside n the lady on my right, let’s call her mdm88, also join in n ‘AIYO’ me. that’s when conversation started…

mrs47, is 47 yrs old and have 3 grown daughters 20,18 n 15

mdm 88, is…88yrs old, have 1 daughter but living in US

n me Ms31 is 31yrs old n have 2 daughters…

so coincident hor 3,2,1!

the 2 of them are really those old but look at least 10-15yrs younger then their age…think i also ha ha ha mrs47 calls me xiao mei mei!! hur hur hur…happy like a bird! n she peep n say dorothy looks like, she’s made fr an ang ku kueh mold ha ha ha

victoria love reading very much…thank God!

BUT is the mother, me, is very sian of reading The Three Little Fish and the Big Bad Shark for a millionth time. SO smarty mom took a Dans festival brochure and read to her. after going many pages of ballerinas in beautiful poses…

mum: victoria you wanna be a dancer?

vic: no, i don’t wanna be dancer

mum: then what you wanna be?

vic: i wanna be WOMAN!

mum:…

can grant me the extra 4th month leave?

so happy, cheaper school fees for victoria. hooray!

let’s have baby no.3! OH YEAH!

no thanks!

heh heh…

so what have i done in my 3 months of UNRESTED maternity leave? let me try to recall…

-go polyclinc (every other day in the first 2 weeks of dot’s birth)
-nurse sick victoria
-pump milk
-breastfeed
-i kena urinary tract infection for 2 weeks (those who know the feeling, will agree its hell)
-eat a lot of bak chor mee
-critic a lot of bak chor mee (i’m so good, a stall offer me their mushroom to try on their first day to confirm its taste. i should wear a banner – ambassodor of ba chor mee)
-drank a lot of pao pao cha (koi, sweet talk…)
-tried all the donut (donut factory, J.Co, missy donut, toapayoh bakery donut…j.Co Winner!
-shop in toa payoh (there’s always something to buy there.)
-shop in NTUC (buy dettol all the time! thanks to HFMD)
-plan party
-read 8days
-make movie
-facebook
-blog
-youtube
-sms
-cycle (until wanna die)
-attempted swimming (looking like whale in the pool, all the children ran away)
-tried to ignore the world
-found new favourite food at home – miso soup with seeweed and rice noodle. yesterday i finished the seeweed, shows the ending of my maternity leave gaaaaahhhh…

one last thing to do tomorrow, dorothy’s 3 month injection. sekali cannot inject cuz got rash outbreak….sigh…

i can smell work already….light, sound and action!

i’m actually ‘writing backwards’ compensating to you, faithful readers, the lost days. i always have dying in my head. i’m afraid what if i die, will bikermice dress my girls properly? i’m not joking. you CANNOT trust a man to dress little girls, they’ll end up looking like boys or like they just woken up from a long hibernation. he’ll prob cut their hair, forgot their nails, watch tv with chips all day, dehydrated, dusty and surfing internet all day. this is just my imagination cuz i know my man is no David Gan or Ted Wu.

i had dying in my head cuz I WAS FREAKING LIKE DYING!! i had FEVER forever! since day2 of cycling, i fever fever fever till sunday noon, then i thought i well already. next day went check up with dorothy, come home, fever again! and then fever fever, cannot already, did blood test, so scared got hfmd, dengue, chikungunya…THANK GOD ALL CLEAR! so i just safely nurse my fever and the pounding headache (i can’t even cough without the headache) and finally saw some light TODAY, which is also a thursday from the day i collected the bicycle, it’s been a week!

yesterday, while i’m still fevering, Dorothy’s turn to have spots all over her feet and palms! ahh hfmd?? wiow really like the chinese syaing yi-po-wei-ping-yi-po-you-qi! rushed to thomson med, she so young, never know what’s going on man! onnce again THANK GOD! its prob virul rash from previus bout of virus which prob not shown to us exteriorly or a allergic rash. today she’s rash all over already. look like a strawberry.

its already THURSDAY! wasted my last week of maternity leave and the gahmen j.u.s.t announce 4 MONTH MATERNITY LEAVE ahhhhh i want i want i want!!!!

after the first day’s excitemet bringing victoria on the bicycle home, we set off the next day on the bicycle TO SCHOOL! oh what fun it is to ride on our big big bicycle HEY!

my entourage was waiting for me at the school gate to welcome me. what am i o do with out my family :’-)

after seeing victoria in to the school, my entourage say i’ve lost my tummy after one round of cycling to which timothy say,”i don’t know, i can’t tell, i better not answer.” that’s the way man DON’T KNOW DON’T SAY! Ha ha ha…love that guy! by then i already half dead again, but my entourage encourage me by telling me whampoa market is only around the corner, oh man, win already. so we zooom there and had a hearty breakfast and with all my fishball power, i cycle home.

every paddle was getting heavier, i was running out of energy, i wanna reach home and QUICK!

finally got home, shower, fed ah dot and i piak onto my bed and slept…FOR HOURS…and woke up with high fever!! can’t believe it. only cycling can make me hot! thankfully my FIL(father in law) volunteer to pick victoria so i can sleep somemore.

victoria came home, ran to my bed side and ask ,’you fever? i no fever. you have flu?’

awww….like a real mother too.

it was a beautiful thursday (not today but last week) afternoon, with an excited spirit, i went to collect back my old bicycle from my sister’s place hoping to create our very own ’school bus’ to send my NO.1 to school. ahh…things a mother can do for their child…

its been years since i cycle long distance alone and now i’m all set to not only cycle by myself, i’m gonna ferry my Queen to school!! talk about challenging myself after giving birth to lose weight (not my intention here, if really lose, that’ll be a bonus) i really long for bonding time with Victoria. as a working mother… (gaaaah starting work freaking soon!! in 8days time! blogging about that next…stay tune.) i dun have much time with my kids and bikermice, so every seconds counts! literally every second. i’ll take any possible oppotunity to

-bath them myself
-pack her child care school bag
-give stickers
-go playground
-eat bak chor mee (she also eat!)
-lim teh peng (only little bit lah)
-sing ‘funky town’ like chipmunks
-memorise thomas and train’s name so can sing the theme song (i’m very good with that already…come lah, test me!)
-play bubble
-read a million book (10books X 10,000 time each

so what else i wouldn’t do?

here we go on Project RunAway - Revamp of the Bicycle (given to me on my hen’s nite in 2006…awww…thanks sistas!)

here’s the uncle who gave the bicycle her revamp. check out his assistant and the shop man! they are really Lao-Dang-Yi-Zhuang! but he, he dun people kan cheong kan cheong around him and ask him this and that ha ha ha…i only as one question he say (translated) ,”slowly slowly, one thing at a time hor” then he frown. oh ma ma…

the many tools uncle used to give ’school bus’ her facelifts…

while waiting for the operation to be finish, we wander around the shop. make a guess, what are these??

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SEATS!! you got it? heh heh they handmade them with staple gun and sell you for $15!

ok now guess what’s this

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… give up?

its an ALLEN KEY! this giant one is like 50times the size of those you get in those Ikea packages to screw your desk. he used this to unscrew the handle bar…i’m impress (so easily hor ha ha)

wait wait wait…

and TADAH! the facelift was incredible…ok, it didn’t made her into super power bike but with a new added basket for school bag (and cute helmet donated by her yi ma), handle bar higher, seat lower, brake fixed, more oil for the paddle, tighten here, loosen there and of course, a brand new seat for her majesty…LET THE RIDE BEGIN!

we had a wonderful time ride together, mother and daughter, heart to heart…she kinda freakout half way, mumbling…,”mmmmmuuuuummmmmiiiieeeeee” hur hur hur

we reach home safely but i half dead already and all set for day 2!!

someone ask me ‘what if one day, someone brings another 2.5yrs old child to me and insist KK made a mistake and my girls aren’t mine but the other person’s child. HOW?’

i say, ‘i will not give them back to her natural mother. she can have my original child.’

this remind me of a story i read in my social studies text in primary or was it in secondary school? i dun remember liao…anyway its about a girl named Maria Hertogh.

read here >> http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Hertogh_Riots

i was further ‘reinforce’ by a play which left a deep impression of Maria. so deep that i can’t even remember the title of the play *snigger* just the image and the story of the struggle of 2 mothers fighting for their child.

their problems cause riots in spore, people die, people go jail – some almost kena death sentence…super jia lat. after all the ‘la la che che’ the custody was given to the natural mother. of course the child is not happy at all. she was only 5 when she was given to the foster mum. to me between 5 to 13yrs of age is the most important time of their life where bonding is being made but you also can say that is only the beginning to her life, she have time to reformat and reinstall with new ‘windows’. at the end she even plot to murder her ang mo husband later in life. maybe if her natural mom wasn’t given the custody, would she have a better life? i say yes.

i can imagine how the foster mother feel at the time of parting. giving birth is just a process, uncomfortable, pain many hours and DONE! seriously, NO BIG DEAL. but nurturing, loving and giving up all your life for the child is A BIG THING! even giving up your pet cat or dog is like a gazillion of needles dropping down from the sky into your head…and you dun need to give birth to you dog to feel that.

shits…i think until i wanna cry.

you tell me lah, what would you do?

after the dramatic show you have watched in the previous blog, there was a moment where she rest and rest her eyes from all the crying. i played a game with her, i cover her left eye and ask

me: can you see mummy?

vic: yesshh

then i cover her right and ask

me: can you see mummy?

vic: … (she turn her head)

me: can you see mummy? (panicking)

vic: No. i cannot seeeeeee….

i F.R.E.A.K.E.D. out!

my right eye was diagnosed with lazy eye when i was 6. to correct it, you have to patch it before 7 to force the lazy one to work. but my mom didn’t force me. so now i’m living with a almost blind right eye. betcha you can’t tell right my beautiful eye are actually not working ha ha…

some people tell me that its hereditory and that i got mine from my aunt and my mother always so i is very suay to kena from her (she just love blaming others. she forgotten who’s my mother hur hur hur…) i very worried that she also have lazy eye. i was determine to stand firm if she have to patch her eyes. i tell myself i must not give in even if she cry like mad or disown me.

so we went to check with polyclinic doc first. reason why i always go polyclinic for referal is, kids’ doc are so expensive!!! so i rather queue a little longer. poor people die first ha ha ha…

so finally, yesterday was THE day. i think i was more worried than her. not the result but more like she won’t cooperate with the doc and whatever they gonna do.

see how prfeesional she is

we have go to so many rooms for so many different thing.

room1
so impressive!!

the moment she enter, the doc ask her to sit on a big chair which is meant for ’special girls only’ heh heh so clever to bluff hor…then she say ‘count to 3 and there’s gonna be something special for you’. in my mind i was like, yah right,, what else. must be stickers, gummy lor. then vic say 1, 2 ,3…

tadah! music and lights from the other end of the room. its a box with 3 compartment. inside go battery operated meowing cat, elephant playing drum and a worm trying to get out. SO CUTE LOR! doc say,’oh you like tv? howb aout this’ and lo and behold the tv’s on with tom and jerry. ‘oh you dun like tom and jerry? how about BARNEY?!’

AI SAY! WIN ALREADY!

all the above are controlled by some buttons on the doc’s table. so cool! it really made vic less tense. but she very shy. she just stare at the doc whenever she ask her question.

GAMES TIME! match the picture. the doc gave her an A4 size paper with black images on them e.g. house, boots, apple… she had a smimilar one which she show her from a far and ask her to say the things she can see. the images becomes smaller and smaller until i cannot see…but vic can! only her left eye cannot see the second smallest. not so bad.

then come the merry-go-round. go to room 7, room 3, room 10…and lots of waiting…

got toys to entertain her

room 7
the most horrifying one. every kid what goes in will scream and cry. ah! is the room to drip eye drops to dilate the pupil. need to have 3 sets of drop with 5 mins interval. i so worry she’ll cry so we practice outside. thankfully she very good mood, she practice and when’s her turn she drip with very little struggle.

everytime she drip, she gets to choose a sticker. see how happy she is. the whole proces in the eye centre was filled with stickers, gummy, chocolate, toys and watching other kids cry ha ha…victoria so brave.

all thanks go to God who hear my prayers. she’s only having long sighted, a common thing for her age. she needs go check again next year.

thank you God for hearing our prayer. Amen.

victoria latest episode of fever has been the most ultimate experience for me and has left me with zero energy. she made me mad, made me laughed (or snigger most of the time cuz cannot let her see me laugh while punishing her), made me wanna cry with her too. everything a mom does is ‘always for your good’. p/s: the goo outta her nose is REAL…not enhanced.

during the few days i felt its either she or me gonna die first.

she’ll die of fever, i’ll be dead for overdose of frustration!

watch this till the end

thank heaven for little girlzzzz…and she’s very well already.

he’s 18

i’m 31

we party

the Josiah Surprise Party

its rather embaressing to be receiving presents at i-organise-my-own party. like so cheapo.

‘hi, come for my party, gimme present.’ ha ha ha

thank you all who so kindly obliged to my josiah-surprise and GAVE ME A PRESENT…pai say ah…

my niece never fail to design cards for all occasion. she so cleverly made me a pop up card (can’t show you in a photo) i was already impress with the one she made for dorothy’s 1st month, until i receive my own…whoa! steady lah! up and coming designer, got my blood ha ha ha