My 7 months old champ!


Good news: My son is already eating solid food, loves to stand up (assisted), recognized familiar faces more, apparently not afraid of fire crackers, moving around the house by rolling his body instead of crawling, crawls a bit but prefer standing up more, still smiles a lot, not a fussy eater, still breastfeeding, imitating certain noises like birds chirping and me coughing, imitating actions like kissing me smack at my lips because monkey see Daddy do it monkey do too, love watching Sesame Streets and an immediate stress reliever as and when hugged.

Greater news: I become an expert in baby’s poop.

Ever since Kaisan was born, I was told by the doctor to always monitor his poops. Watery runny poo means diarrhea. One piece of hard goat’s pellet-like stool means constipation. Green colored is a MAY-DAY! MAY-DAY! Yellowish with slight green means whatever he’s eating/drinking does not goes well with his digest system. Golden means PURRRRRRRRFECTO!

I find it handy to have this knowledge especially when I’m introducing him to solid food. Like, when I gave him baby cereal, he pooped greenish yellowish colored poop. Green poop means too much lactose or allergy towards the food. So I threw his cereal out the window, hoping it’ll hit my noisy neighbor’s nose.

He has been eating solid food for a month now (I started to feed him when he’s 6 months old) and I applied the four days wait rules –to see whether he’s allergic to the food or not. From there, I found out the hard way that he cannot eat yam, spinach, citrus fruits and pumpkin. All the listed either gives him diarrhea, gas or constipation.

Another month. Another milestone!

Enjoying his first swing!








So... I heard you read a lot


I once made a promise to myself that no matter how busy life gets, I will find a way never stop reading.

In my super manic frantic life, I managed to keep my promise. So how did I do it?

By fully utilizing every seconds of free time that I have.



In the kitchen, while cooking or eating, I read.


In the toilet, while you-know-what, I read.


Before I sleep, I read. 
       
Also, we read to Kaisan before he go to sleep.




In the living room, while accompanying my husband watching TV, I read.


Stuck in a jam? I read in the car.


And everywhere I go, I bring this bagpack -filled with books.


So, in a month, I managed to read at least 5 books. Mission. Accomplished.









My Cotton Candy Raya (The title has nothing to do with the post content. I just feel frivolous for no reason today)



I don’t know how bloggers who celebrate Raya can have the time to update their blogs. I can’t even find time to read my Facebook notifications let alone update my blog.

Before I ramble on (which I tend to do a lot and people still come here and read it –you guys are weird) I would like to say THANK YOU to all the encouraging words from all of you; send to me via emails and comments about my sister’s daughter. We appreciate all the prayers and good wishes and based on how many people visited my blog after I posted the story (mind blowing!), I hope this awareness is well received and actions are taken accordingly. Don’t wait until last minute because this is NOT a game. This is one’s life. You own child’s life.

Anyway, back to my super mundane life.

I anticipated this year’s Raya going to be tiring but I didn’t expect to see all my limps already falling off my body one by one on the very first day of Raya. It was scheduled to fall off on third day, dammit! From day one until Wednesday, me, my husband and Kaisan has been treating our house like a cheap motel –just a place for us to change, sleep and shower. If the house could talk, I won’t be surprised if it screams “I FEEL SO USED!”

We did not celebrate Raya at our own house because my brain frazzles easily when I picture myself as a host. I suck at that task. So, instead I joined force with my sister to celebrate it at her house. Since we share the same friends and family, we invited them to her house instead. I just provided monetary assistant and let the rest handled by her whereas I can sit back and stuff myself like crazy. I know right? I iz so awesome.

But I didn’t get to sit back and stuff my piggy face. I was EXTREMELY busy. My son… my beautiful perfectly well behaved son morphed into a hybrid rampaging bull crossed with Tasmanian devil on first day of Raya and only turned back into his angelic cooing baby self last night. He was a handful. He was throwing tantrums. He was grumpy. He was contemplating on how to efficiently strangle me in my sleep for depriving him of his naps. For allowing friends and relative to smother him with hugs and kisses, he has signed me up at a retirement home in Zimbabwe for me to grow old and alone.

Actually Kaisan is not afraid of people. Be it stranger or familiar faces, he’s happy to flash his 1000 megawatt smiles and allow you to carry him and all but he gets overly overwhelmed easily when there are more than 10 people trying to get his attention. And when that happens; my son tend to spew out fireballs. It’s his mutant power that we are so proud about. RAAAAAWWRRRRR RAAARRRRRR he goes and there goes my chance to sit and talk to visitors. I have to calm him down and bring him to a calmer surrounding. Once he stop breathing fire and back to his chuckling self, I would bring him back in the house. But since he’s like a walking cotton candy to kids and adult, he would be surrounded faster than you can say CRACK EM BUTT and he gets overwhelm again and RRRRRRRRROOOOOOAAAAARRRRRRR again. The scene gets very familiar by the third day of Raya that there’s a permanent stress lines fixed on my face.

We didn’t take many photos this Raya. Whatever that photos that were managed to be captured, I dumped it in my Instagram.



It's not to late to wish you all a SELAMAT HARI RAYA!





STOP IT






To all mothers and fathers out there, please read this


Imagine your newborn baby have been diagnosed with some sort of internal abnormality and you are told that your baby will have to go for a surgery and most probably will have to live the rest of her life without one of her organs, what would you do?

This is the reality that my sister is going through with her two months old baby girl, Alina.

Before I go further, I would like to state here that my sister asked me to write her story. Her reason is NOT to gain sympathy nor is she asking for donation of any kind. She wanted her story to be told so that all parents can be aware of this problem and inform your Ob/GYN to do a thorough ultrasound examination during your pregnancy. From about 18 weeks it is often possible to detect abnormalities of the baby’s kidneys or bladder and one baby in 200 is found to have one of these abnormalities.


7th August 2012

It was supposed to be a shopping vacation. Raya is nearing and my sister and me wanted to shop for Raya clothes so we flew to KL, hoping to catch the big sales. But Alina was having some mild diarrhea for the past 2 days and I told my sister to just bring Alina to a clinic. Luckily, she remembered that her husband’s colleague once said that if ever she’s in KL, go to Gleneagles Hospital because they have the best pediatricians in Malaysia.

So off we went, never once thinking of the worst except wanting to treat Alina’s diarrhea.

As soon as we were called, the doctor asked whether Alina has gone through an ultrasound 10 days after birth. We said no. Even Kaisan didn’t go through any ultrasound except when I was pregnant with him. The doctor said that for all his patients, he would do a thorough ultrasound 10 days after the baby is born to check for any abnormalities internally. Apparently the practice is nonexistence in Miri.

The doctor then went and scan Alina’s tummy. After a series of snapshots taken, the doctor asked me to step outside because he wanted to talk to my sister alone. I waited outside with a crying hungry Kaisan and I waited. And waited. And waited.

After an hour of waiting my sister came out, looking pale and shaky. She said, “It’s worst that I thought” and she went and told me what the doctor told her –Alina’s right kidney is seriously damage due to blockage to the flow of urine. Her left kidney is 5.6cm in size (normal) but her right kidney is 11cm swelling big.

My heart went cold and I thought to myself, “Oh God please don’t make her go through a surgery” but surgery is the only way it seems.


8th August 2012

My sister went to Gleneagles again to get a second opinion. This time she met a kidney specialist and again, the result came out the same.

According to the doctor, Alina will have to go through an isotope scans next month. An isotope scan can assess how well the right kidney is working (as the radionuclide chosen is taken up by kidney cells and passes into the urine). So, the scan can detect scars on the kidney, and how well urine drains from the kidney to the bladder.

After that, we will have to wait for Alina to turn 5 months or gain 7kg, whichever comes first for her to go for an operation to either salvage the right kidney or to take it out.

When my sister was first told of this, her first thought was, “Out of 200 babies, one baby is found to have kidney failures. Why is that one baby had to be my baby?”

God works in a mysterious way, as the doctor said and I can’t tell her how sorry I am that her beautiful baby girl has to go through this nightmare. But I comforted her by saying that at least we detected it early and actions are being taken immediately.

Alina will survive and she will strive healthily even with one kidney.

When the doctor asked why didn’t my sister act upon this matter straightaway, we were dumbfounded because we didn’t know Alina have such problem. The doctor said that the kidney problem should be able to be detected during pregnancy, as early as 18 weeks through pregnancy ultrasound.

Then we remembered… when my sister was 9 months pregnant, her Ob/GYN found a black spot in the center of Alina’s kidney where the urine is collected. The doctor said the reason for that was because her baby was not urinating and in few days time, to come and check again. My sister went for second opinion with another Ob/GYN and the doctor said there was no black spot. In another couple of days, my sister went for another checkup with the first Ob/GYN and he said the black spot was still there.

My sister then decided to be operated then and there because she was worried about her baby. Upon delivery, the doctor did not once mentioned about the black spot in Alina’s kidney again and we did not thought of bringing the matter further as we accepted his diagnosis that Alina was just not urinating while in the womb. As soon as she was pulled out, Alina urinated and we cheered, thinking the problem has been solved. Apparently, that was the tip of the iceberg.


9th August

When we went back to Miri, we asked all of our friends and family if their babies ever had an ultrasound 10 days after birth. Not a single person answered yes and this included the pediatricians in Miri.

Due to the negligent of the Ob/GYN, Alina has missed out 2 months plus of medical treatment that if she had taken right after birth, her right kidney might be able to be safe. Unfortunately the kidney is now severely malfunctioning due to late action taken.

Do take note that kidney problems have no signs whatsoever. The only way to detect is by doing an ultrasound.

I have asked Kaisan’s pediatric to refer Kaisan to get an internal scan soon and I am praying everything is well with my son.

This is terrible news for everyone in my family. I cannot imagine what is my sister is going through right now but I am heartbroken, angry, sad and afraid of what the future holds for my niece. My sister and her husband are strong people and they ask nothing except well wishes and prayers for their daughter. My sister also want parents out there to be aware of this matter so you know actions can be taken immediately right after birth.

The truth is, in a situation like this, there is no right or wrong reaction and there are no profound words to be spoken and my sister understands that. Alina is a strong girl and she is a fighter. And so is my sister.

Please share my sister’s story in your social networks, to your friends and family and your co-workers. We hope that the more people know about this, the more people will take actions immediately upon discovery.


Thank you.










B-b-b-b-but he promised!


.... That he won't grow up too fast!


Kaisan, weren't you just a baby like five minutes ago?

Now he's sitting, eating and talking (gibberish)












 

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