Ello I'm back!
Terima kasih Blogspot sbb tak terminate blog saya. Encik Nuffnang, TQ masih lagi tayangkan iklan di sini. Kawan-kawan blogger (erk, ada lagi ke? Hehehehe), TQ sbb masih lalu-lalang. Pasti adalah sangat bosan memberi salam tapi tuan punya takde.
Masalah ni adalah disebabkan Khayla. Ya, semua salah Khayla! (ececey, mak apakah ini, salahkan bayi berumur 2 bulan?) OMG, Khayla sudah 2 bulan. Pejam celik berkali-kali, anak kecil saya dah pandai senyum, pandai angkat kepala tinggi2 dan sudah ghairah berceloteh! Always selepas mandi ada je bunyi menceceh keluar dari mulut Khayla. Tapi kalau sebelum mandi tak diberi susu, siap lah. Yang keluar bukan bunyi yang comel mencair hati, tapi bunyi Khayla terpekik2 mintak susu.
Hari ni Khayla ada appointment dengan paediatrician pukul 11.30pg di hospital tempat kelahirannya. Sungguhpun tau dia akan jumpa doktor, kami anak beranak bangun lambat. Sudah la bangun lambat, lagi bermalas-malasan dan bermanja-manjaan bersama-sama! Pagi-pagi harus bergomolan dengan Khayla dan memberi si budak kecik susu ibu. Susu ibu adalah terbaik ye kawan-kawan :D
Lepas minum susu dan bermain, si budak kecik mandi dalam besen mandinya. Khayla dah cukup besar, so boleh baring atas papan supaya dia tak tergelincir. And she loves it! Dia suka sesi mandi sambil Mak bercerita dengannya tentang duck yang berenang2 dalam air mandinya, dan kenapa syampu berbau wangi... Kerana Khayla suka dengar suara Mak yang sungguh merdu di telinganya :P Bila saya angkat Khayla dari besen mandi, dia mula lah merengek2 dan mencebik2 muka. Sungguh comel kamu ya Khayla. Kecik2 dah tau konsep berendam!
Next, sesi urutan badan dan pakai baju. Bila sesi urutan badan, Khayla pulak yang bercerita dengan Mak nya. Entah apa lah Khayla membebel, Mak nya iyakan aje. Khayla dah pandai membuat pelbagai bunyian yang sumpah, melting my heart! Oleh sebab doktor akan periksa badan Khayla hari ni, maka haruslah beliau memakai rompers supaya senang dibuka dan dipasang semula :) Rompers Khayla ada gajah berwarna pepel. Warna faveret Mak. Hehe.
Lepas mandi dan pakai baju, Khayla menyusu sekali lagi sambil mak tengok tv. Bila dia dah tido, saya macam lipas kudung bancuh Nestum dan panaskan dalam microwave (jadi ibu mesti belajar cepat dan mudah!) dan mandi. Lepas tu, siapkan beg diaper Khayla - diaper secukupnya, baju ekstra, baby wipe dengan diaper cream, teddy bear kesayangan Khayla, pacifier, tuala kecil dan sebotol susu untuk bekalan di dalam kereta ;)
Bila semuanya dah setel, saya masukkan Khayla dalam sling macam anak kangaroo. Then off kami ke hospital. Sampai lewat, nasib baik tak ramai patient hari ni.Paediatrician Khayla bernama Dr Anna. Perkara pertama bila pandang Khayla - 'Wow! She gains weight wonderfully!' Hehehe. Saya bagitau Khayla suka minum susu ibu. Ibu paksa dia minum sampai pipi dia tembam. Muahaha! Dr Anna tanya macam2 benda - berapa kali sehari dia minum, berapa minit, berapa kali buang air besar, berak macamana, dan ruam dah hilang atau belum.
Lepas tanya pelbagai soalan sampai Khayla bosan dan mula menggeliat2 macam ulat beluncas dalam tangan saya, Dr Anna suruh saya baringkan Khayla untuk pemeriksaan fizikal. Khayla sihat walafiat, Alhamdulillah. Takde ruam susu atau ruam lampin, jantung ok, pergerakan ok, brain development pun adalah memberangsangkan. Well done, baby!
Next, part yang saya tidak suka. Masa untuk beri ubat Rotavirus (muka Khayla berkerut2 bila disuapkan ubat, sah adalah anak Mak yang tak suka ubat!), dan 2 suntikan imunisasi di paha kanan dan kiri. Khayla hisap pacifier dan pandang doktor dan nurse dengan dahi berkerut2 sebab dieorang pegang kaki Khayla sampai dia tak boleh tendang2. Suntikan pertama, Khayla merengek sekejap lepas tu sambung hisap pacifier. Suntikan kedua, Khayla meraung sekuat-kuat hati! My poor baby!
Tapi saya tau macamana nak tenangkan anakku yang menangis meraung2 sambil tendang2 kaki. Bagi saja susu gantung, dia akan senyap dan tertido. Khayla tak complicated macam mak nya. Khayla ikut macam bapak, very easy dan very lovable! :)
Lepas breastfeed Khayla, kami turun dan ambil ubat di farmasi. Then perut yang berkeroncong menghasut saya untuk duduk di Coffee Bean untuk makan tengahari. Makan tengahari dengan anak dalam sling yang sedang tido adalah mencabar iman, tapi saya perlu membiasakan diri jadi wanita supersonic, eh, super-boleh. Jadi ibu umpama orang bercinta - makan tak kenyang, tido tak lena dan mandi tak basah! Semua perlu usai secepat2 boleh sebelum Khayla terbangun dari tido dan mula merengek2 mintak melekat pada Mak.Keluar dari hospital lepas lunch. Pukul 2pm. Mula2 nak terus balik ke rumah, tapi teringatkan botol susu untuk simpan bekalan susu dah habis. Perlu membeli botol tambahan, so melakukan lencongan ke My Baby World di Sri Gombak. Membeli botol cap Autumz - 10 botol hanya RM38+, bukan ke cukup murah? Sangat teruja, dan mula go into shopaholic mode. Membeli set beg untuk simpan susu dan pam susu, lengkap dengan ice pack dan 3 botol tambahan *wink*
Lepas bayar barangan, Khayla terbangun dan mula merengek2 mintak susu. Owner kedai berbaik hati menghantar barangan ke kereta, dan lepas tu ibu dan anak duduk dalam kereta sambil menunggu si anak menyusu dari badan. Bekalan susu dalam botol dah lama habis. Khayla minum sampai tertido, barulah saya letakkan dia dalam car seat.
Dan akhirnya Khayla seperti gambar di atas. Tertido keletihan selepas outing with Mommy berjumpa doktor dan membeli botol susu. Badan Khayla pun panas sedikit, hopefully demam tak teruk sangat. Hopefully esok Khayla akan bangun dengan ceria. I love you, Khayla!
Best friend,
I just wanted to wish you.
Merry Christmas. Wherever you are.
You asked - 'Is he everything to you now?'
I could not bring myself to answer that, monk. What could I say?
That you are my best friend, but he. My soulmate, my partner. We shared a child together, we lost it. He held my hand as I went through the pain of loss. He carried me when I lost my strength. He gave me back my laughter when I thought I had lost it all. He shared everything he has with me.
You know monk, he is the one like we used to fantasize about our dream guy. The One.
Yet both of you cannot be compared, or weighed, or ranked because you don't belong in the same category. You are both special to me in your own rights. Just like everybody else is special to me in their own rights.
If one day you meet The One, I will not question you. Is he everything to you? Because monk. I very well know the answer.
That I too, have a special place somewhere in your heart. Your best friend who once shared your ups and downs.
Have a blessed celebration. I pray that you will meet The One soon.
Love,
-Chimpz-
If there is one thing to be marvelled about my pregnancy this time is that how good we were at keeping it a secret. We spent the first trimester acting like two guilty teens trying to hide our pregnancy from everyone including family members. The second trimester, trying to ward off 'Are you pregnant??' questions in Facebook ('Pregnant? Who? Me?'). The third trimester, well. No point in hiding it anyway.
Some friends were offended that such news were not shared in our blogs - other people joyously announced about their pregnancy the moment the second line on the pregnancy test appeared either through tweet or Facebook update or a one-liner in their blog - Yeaay! I'm pregnant!' Then the weeks after that, they proudly showed the ultrasound scans of their fetus and/or moan about not being able to stomach any food due to morning sickness.
But not us. Not a single test kit, nor a vomit story came forth (and there were plenty of vomits, I tell you). After our first pregnancy, we could not help being superstitious and totally left it out of our blogs until we entered the last few weeks of the pregnancy. By that time of course our blogs were like two abandoned houses and nobody bothered to visit any more.
To make it up to our friends who used to read this blog anyway, let me tell the story of the birth of the most awaited baby of the year - Baby Khayla.
There were a few things that I wanted to do before the baby pops out, unfortunately we were not able to spare the time nor the resource to do it:
1. Climb Mount Kinabalu - for obvious reason kan? How do you expect a huge human incubator to fly to KK, let alone reach the foot of the mountain?
2. Go backpacking to UK - OK, I should've planned this 3 years ago. Scrap it.
3. Spend a night unwinding at a luxurious hotel - remember that house project that ate whatever reserve fund we have for fun?
4. Go on endless dates with the hubby - Knowing that going on a date with hubby only the two of us after this point will be near impossible, I set my heart on trying to make this happen. BUT. This simple and harmless act was usually thwart by the lack of appropriate clothes to go out. By appropriate, I mean, I run out of clothes that still fit me and the rest are just my work clothes. Takkan nak pergi dating pakai baju ofis kan?
Therefore, lessons learnt are never put off any ambitions and never wait until the last trimester to do stuffs that you want to do.
Before Khayla was born, I was convinced that I would have a normal delivery. My mother had normal vaginal births, so I would have one too, no? Being typical me, I spent hours poring over pregnancy books to prepare myself for normal labour. Heck, I even spent hours reading about making babies weeks away from my wedding date to prepare myself for the scary night - but that is totally irrelevant here. According to the pregnancy books I read, some of these tactics help to reduce labour pain / time:
1. Walk up and down the stairs - I only did this maybe 3 times. It took me 10 minutes to reach our house at 3rd floor, and by the time I reached home, I collapsed on the bed, panting with exhaustion.
2. 15-minute brisk walk in the evening - Hah. I am proud to say that I have done this ONCE. That is, together with Idayu. The only thing that made it our hour-long walk bearable (because after 5 minutes, I started to get back ache) was because we also checked out the guys jogging at the park. Idayu went, 'OMG, look at that delicious guy!' and I nodded my head and went, 'Uhuh! Totally!' Khayla, sila jangan ikut perangai mak.
3. Make love to hubby as part of the labour exercise - THIS I follow diligently.
Turns out that whatever preparations I made were pointless because by Week 36, my doctor was positive that I will not be granted my hope of delivering my baby the normal way due to placenta previa. Huh. So much for stair-climbing and waddling across KLCC park and knocking back a glass of cold chocolate drink afterwards.
She was also positive that she may not be around towards my due date and by the way, which date do I prefer? 15th or 17th? It took us a day to deliberate on the perfect date which consists of - 'But 15th is our wedding anniversary! It's only appropriate that she is our wedding anniversary gift this year...'
So 15th December 2010 it is.
The only problem with knowing the delivery date is trying to cramp everything in the in-between period. We were told that the baby will be delivered via C-section in Week 36 and the operation will take place in Week 37, so I had only 2 days to finish work before going on maternity leave. 2 days. 2 FREAKING days.
There I was, racing against time to finish my job in order to deliver on the chosen date (and impatiently telling people over the phone, 'What? Don't bother me now, I have plenty of things to do before I start my maternity leave in about 2 days' time!') Unlike other people who takes birthing process seriously and does the necessary preparation (a.k.a. get early leave to get into birthing mode and de-stress...), I went full-speed ahead with work to finish my job. I did not leave office until it was almost 9pm. I don't know why - for someone who wishes to flunk job and get VSS offer (seriously), I couldn't leave my job unfinished. Full of flaws - yes. Unfinished / half-completed, no-no. You see, that is why I hate my job so much - there's too much work, nak beranak pun tak senang.
(To be continued...)
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