Allergy season

For the past 1 month, T has been down with cold symptoms – running nose, a bad cough and lots of phlegm. It seemed to improve and worsen every now and then. Been to 2 doctors and they diagnosed it as allergy rhinitis. Surprisingly, I got the same diagnosis too when I too, came down with the same symptoms and went to see a doctor after 2 weeks of suffering.

Allergy season? Both of us never got cold symptoms this bad for this long, before.

Anyway, I don’t mind to be sick, but praying hard that T will recover quickly 😢

Have been trying to supplement her with nutritious food to boost up her immune system but it doesn’t seem to help, so far.

Broccoli day. “Hey Cookie, want some??”

Pumpkin carrot rice porridge


Nowadays, she doesn’t seem to eat much when I give her food BLW style. She mostly just plays with her food and very little goes down her mouth. So I have to make her porridge to make sure she eats something. She is also very particular with her porridge, as she only likes to have very fine and smooth congee style. So I had blend the rice grains to get a finer consistency when cooking the porridge in the slow cooker.

Blender and rice grains ready to be milled into rice powder!

T also has some slight eczema which is suspected to be due to consuming chicken. She can’t tolerate cow’s milk (she gets very cranky and gassy whenever I had milk and then breastfeed her, somehow the milk protein I consumed gets into the breastmilk!) and cheese as well, those give her runny diarrhea. Oh my, what a boring life she will have without milk, cheese and chicken. I am hoping that probiotics will help with all these allergies and eczema. The doctor has prescribed Linex BB-12 for a week to boost her immune system after taking a course of antibiotics. Once we have finished that, I think I will try out LactoGG which claims to be able to help reduce allergies and eczema.

I highly suspect that T has a low immune system, allergies and eczema due to the antibiotics jab that I was given while delivering her. That probably killed all the good bacteria that was supposed to be passed into her system during birth – maybe that’s why she had such bad colic during her early days and unable to tolerate cow’s milk formula. But we didn’t have much choice when the antibiotic jab was given because when the doctor broke my water bag, he said that the water was a little yellowish (suspecting T had already passed motion), hence the antibiotics.

Poor T did not have a good start in life, and I feel bad for not giving her the best start. But I hope I will be able to make it up to her by curing her poor health, allergies and eczema. Please get well soon my dear baby!


Sharing is caring

One day, Cookie the smelly beagle decided to borrow T’s expensive teether toy while we were all out for dinner…

Oh my, what fun she must have had while we were gone!

It’s okay, Cookie… you can keep it!

I don’t think T would want it anymore with all your drool all over it 😂

Oh the challenges of bringing up T together with a funny beagle who is like a 2yo toddler.


T’s birth story

Having a baby is no walk in the park. Although it has been almost 6 months since T was born, I thought I’d better write it all down before my memory dies on me one day.

Before baby T was born, I was so confident that she was going to be early, or “on time”. Unfortunately, T had other thoughts – lounging around in mommy’s womb seemed like a better idea. After taking long walks and cleaning the house 3 times with no sign of labour, I couldn’t wait and decided to induce labour at exactly 40 weeks.

Well, bad idea. And T was determined to let me know I should have let her stay much longer.

Cut a long story short, the labour lasted almost 24 hours with the most intense pain happening at around midnight. I have an extremely low tolerance for pain, yet the doc refused to allow epidural until I was dilated (I was 0cm dilated when induced!) so by then I had taken 2 painkiller shots and inhaled more than enough gas to make me pass out anytime. Both were useless at easing any pain at all. Finally, I was allowed epidural, the most heavenly and magical drug in childbirth. I have no words to describe the pain and grief labour can bring, but you know, the magic of epidural makes you forget all of that.

The doc broke the water bag the next morning at 3cm dilation and administered pitocin to kick up the contractions. I was fully dilated by lunch time. The doc came in and asked me to start pushing…. and the whole thing just felt kinda like having that kind of constipated poop that is coming out halfway through your butt hole but just hangs in there halfway and never manages to pop out no matter how hard you push until you feel like your head is about to explode. Hence, I must say the vacuum extractor is another magical invention in childbirth. After an hour of pushing, T was finally vacuum extracted out… and even though I couldn’t feel any pain, the feeling of a watermelon sized T popping right out of me was like the most relieving feeling in the whole world (after having her head stuck down there for an hour!). The funniest moment after T came out was the doc asking my husband if he wanted to cut the umbilical cord…
Doc: Do you want to cut the cord?

Hubs: Yeah, cut it… (obviously not understanding the question)

Doc: Do you want to cut it?

Hubs: Yeah, just cut it.

Me: (losing it) Omg, he means YOU cut the cord!!

Hubs: No no no….you do it!!

Yeah, I have the funniest sweetheart hubby in the world who was probably blur from the lack of sleep. By the time the doc was done stitching me up (I had a 5cm tear! And bad hemorrhoids after all that pushing), I was throwing up all over and felt really bad for throwing up on the poor nurse.

Recovery was a rollercoaster ride for me as well. On the first week I couldn’t pee and had to have my pee drained out at the hospital. Then my hemorrhoids were so bad that I could hardly control my farting and pooping. I couldn’t sit with all that pain as well and had a hard time breastfeeding T. The doc had suggested surgery to remove the hemorrhoids, but no way I was gonna have a surgery on my butt after having a “watermelon” pass through my vagina! 😂 I was in tears worrying about when my bladder was gonna burst from my inability to pee, or how the doc was gonna make me carry a pee bag around. Thank God I didn’t need a pee bag after all, and I managed to finally pee on my own a few days later.

My beloved Cookie saying hello to her little baby human

Giving birth to T is definitely not a smooth sailing journey for me, it was also rough on T’s poor daddy as well. Even though we managed to check in to a single room ward, there was no extra bed for him to spend the night, only a narrow uncomfortable sofa with no blankets. He did not sleep well for the 2 nights we were at the hospital… and with T back at home, well nobody got any sleep! 😂 So, fathers make a lot of sacrifices too to watch their child come into this world. I hope T will grow up to appreciate and love her dad for all that he has done for her.

Being a mom definitely made me appreciate my mom even more. I remembered the time I left home to pursue my tertiary education some hundreds of miles away from home, and I saw my mom wiping her tears at the airport watching me leave. Maybe at that time I was feeling excited and couldn’t wait to leave home for the first time, but many years later I now understood how my mom felt at that moment when her little girl finally left the nest. I know that one day I will go through it as well, and I sure hope that moment will not come so soon. As my mom had said to me… the hardest part of being a mom is when you have to cut off the second and final umbilical cord, when your child is finally ready to leave the nest.

I am dreading the day when T is finally all grown up and ready to leave our nest and fly… but eventually she will. And until then, I shall make the most of every moment I have with her, cherish every memory I have with her, and love her the best I can. Sometimes, I still shed tears when I think of how she will leave me one day, but I know I need to keep reminding myself that she will eventually have her own life and her own happiness. I just pray that she will find happiness and the right path in her life. I will always be here for her whenever she needs me, I promise her that. And she will always be my dear little baby.


My Lovely Valentines

Happy Valentine’s to my little sweetheart… my little baby bunny 😘😘

I never knew I could love another human being this much until I carried you in my tummy and saw you for the first time after you came out. You have filled my days with joy (and sleeplessness, and frustration, and others) and made my life complete. You are my little miracle 🙂

And Happy Valentine’s to T’s wonderful daddy also. Thank you for putting up with all my nonsense and still love me despite me being an asshole sometimes. T’s daddy is not a romantic person who would buy flowers or chocolates (ok, sometimes he would if I nag him to buy some to satisfy my sweet tooth), but he would do lovely things everyday like:

  1. Fill up my car when fuel is running low so that I won’t need to make a trip to the station.
  2. Reload my touchngo card so I won’t get stuck at the toll booth cos I’m such a forgetful person
  3. Wash the milk bottles and breast pump at night so that I don’t have to.
  4. Walk the dogs so I can get more rest
  5. Ask me if I need any help even though I’m being an asshole and spitting fire like a dragon on tomyum overdose… 😦

And a whole load more of things he has done that I’m grateful for. Well, everyday is Valentine’s day but for today I would just like to express my gratitude to my better half. Although we sometimes fight and disagree with each other, but I love him from the bottom of my heart ❤️

We spent tonight (unromantically) trying to make T’s passport but failed to, as she would need to get her passport done at the immigration HQ. We’ll be travelling with T on her first overseas trip at the end of this year! Can’t wait… 😍 meanwhile, got to work hard on saving up as all the travelling is gonna do some pretty hard damage on our poor wallets…