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// The B.E Girls // Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Just call Nurul, Ili and I the 'B.E Girls' from now on.
Why, 'B.E Girls' stands for 'Bandwidth Exceeded Girls'!!
Anybody wants our autographs?
'_'
We, the B.E Girls, really do not want to put ourselves out to fix the bandwidth problem that all three of us are facing yet again. Ya, we could have opened up another account and transfer all our pictures there if we wanted to. Ya, we could have transferred all our pictures to our other photobucket accounts if we wanted to. Ya, we could have uploaded our pictures using a totally different image host, one that does not suck as much as photobucket, if we wanted to.
But why bother?
As it is, the B.E Girls are forever busy doing their own things. Nurul is very much occupied with her shoes, shootings and yes, her fat cats. Ili is very much occupied with dolling herself up 24/7, her bf, and yes, her endless assignments. I am well, you know, very much occupied with eating fish porridge, staying at home from dawn to dusk, and yes, taking care of my baby daughter.
So please, be as forbearing as us and just wait till this bandwidth problem is okay, hokay? It will resolve on its own, you'll see.
Meanwhile, altogether now, PHOTOBUCKET SUCKS!
@ 12:18 p.m.
// Pictures no more. // Thursday, January 25, 2007
Oh oh, bandwidth exceeded again!
Can you, especially Nat/Esah, stop viewing Sharleez's pictures over and over again?
Tsk tsk tsk.
Now we'll have to wait for one more month before these pictures can be up again. One month time from today is my 26th birthday.
Simply great lor!!!!
@ 11:59 a.m.
// I am Baby Gap. // Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Hello, I am Sharleez. Yeah, THAT grumpy baby.
Allow me to express my special thanks to several people now.
Thank you Aunty Sangy, Aunty Suzy, Aunty Wats & Aunty Anita for that irresistible GAP voucher. My mummy *almost* ended up buying something for herself, hokay?! But don't you aunties worry. With the help of my CUTE CHUBBY FACE, my parents got all these for me, and only me, eventually.
Err, was I praising myself just seconds ago?
Was I? Was I?
So sorry but I just couldn't help it lor.
Thank you also to my favourite mama (kiuk kiuk kiuk), Mama Aan, for buying all these for me from GAP online. You keep showering me with gifts, I couldn't be happier. My parents' wallets, pockets, ATM cards and credit cards couldn't be happier too.
'_'
And thank you dearest Mummy for purchasing this GAP dress online for me. Wah Mummy, you've been doing a lot of online shopping for me. By any chance, does Daddy know what you've been up to, Mummy? Oh well, what do I care just as long as I get dressed up in GAP? And Mummy, I know you've been wanting to dress me up in this dress, along with white tights and a little rose hairclip. Cheeky Mummy!
Any more GAP purchases or vouchers for me?
I am a GAP girl, alright!
Ok lah, I am Mummy's girl also.
Happy now, Mummy?
Childish adults!
@ 11:44 a.m.
// Kiss Me. // Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Mummies, have you already mastered the art of cradling the baby with just one hand, and typing an entry with the other? I am taking a mad crack at it at this very moment. I have to, since this little girl of mine expects me to cuddle her tight and cover her entire face with my wet kisses. I call it 'The Kissing Game', and I never get sick of playing it with her. Oh yes, my little girl loves to be kissed over and over again. We play this kissing game a lot of times at night, when the daddy is either asleep or at work. But wait, before you even start planning to play the kissing game with her, let me tell you something.
MY LITTLE GIRL, SHE ONLY LIKES TO BE KISSED BY HER MUMMY.
Ok, time for the kissing game.
Tatek, care to join us?
'_'
@ 03:04 p.m.
// DIAH TRUMP // Monday, January 22, 2007
I woke up on the better side of the bed this morning.
Thus, this sily entry has to go.
@ 11:52 a.m.
// Talking bout my girl.. // Thursday, January 18, 2007
The Daddy has been pampering the little one a lot till the Mummy (read: old one) feels a bit left out and at times, superfluous! If the Mummy used to be the Daddy's one and only baby, now not anymore. The Mummy has to learn to share the Daddy with the little one now. Everyone now let's sing, 'It's a small world, after all.'
'_'
No, don't get me wrong. I am not resentful or even anything close to feeling that way. Its a pleasure, really, to have a small family of three where we are one another's baby.
Just yesterday, the Daddy presented the Mummy with an OG paperbag the moment he reached home. Wah, for once the Mummy thought that the Daddy had bought something for the Mummy. But the Mummy was proven wrong. See, the Mummy opened the bag only to reveal three boxes of baby socks. The Mummy was disillusioned, yet again.
Now, knowing what big feet the Mummy have, these baby socks couldn't possibly be for the Mummy.
Right?
Chet!!
Daddy's girl, Sharleez indeed is.
Wey Daddy, Sharleez is my girl too, hokay?
And and and...
I'm your girl still too, right?
Right, Daddy?
Right, Tatek?
Right, B?
'_'
P.S: Sharleez's cukur rambut (shaving of hair) ceremony is coming up pretty soon. But oh, we are just going to snip a bit of her hair.
Now, who DOES NOT want to be invited?!
@ 05:14 p.m.
// Who is the joker? // Tuesday, January 16, 2007
What a joke!
What a big, fat joke!
Surprisingly, I am not even amused.
@ 03:44 p.m.
// Prison Break. // Monday, January 15, 2007
Singles with plans to get married (or not) and then pregnant, married ones with plans to get pregnant, or mummies to be, this entry is a must read.
'_'
Confinement sucks. I think it should be called imprisonment instead of confinement. Wah, I've only been confined for 2 weeks or less, but I am already feeling so restless and frantic staying at home! I think confinement promotes post natal blues. I think my confinement period makes me think about all the choices I have made and the sins I have committed in life so far. I think my confinement period makes me down in the dumps. And I think I must thank god for having Sharleez around. This angel of mine, she really does turn my grey clouds blue, you know?
‘_’
IMAGINE...
- Being stuck at home everyday for forty four days straight.
Ok kidding, I did go out for check ups and all, and did make quick sinful trips to Tampines Mall after the check ups.
- Not being allowed to bath at all for forty days straight.
Ok kidding, I did not bath for the first two days only.
- Having to apply ‘pilis’ on the forehead everyday for forty days straight.
Ok kidding, I only applied pilis on my forehead for one week or less. The last straw was when dry crisps of pilis went into my eyes, and nearly into Sharleez’s mouth! What a narrow escape, you!
- Being forced to swallow the jamu, an Indonesian mixed herb, for forty days straight.
Ok kidding, I have yet to swallow it (thank god!) due to Sharleez's ongoing jaundice.
- Being forced to drink ‘ubat periuk’ everyday for forty days straight.
Ok kidding, I have yet to drink it. I do not even have to drink it. It comes in the capsule form, mixed together with the jamu. Word of thanks to modernization.
- Being stomach wrapped very tightly everyday for forty days straight.
Ok kidding, I only went through one week of the stomach wrap! I couldn’t breathe or walk properly with that thing on!
- Having to eat fish porridge for breakfast, lunch, tea, dinner, supper and even dessert for forty four days straight.
Ok not kidding. My daily menu is that miserable. :( Even prisoners get to sample different types of food everyday!
- Having to avoid spicy food and basically almost everything edible and delectable for forty days straight.
Ok not kidding. Just yesterday, I salivated while I watched Tatek menacingly eat a bowl of hot mee soto in front of me. And like it or not, I had to be contented with my bowl of fish porridge. He had to give me a sinister laugh when he saw me with my porridge yet again!
- Having to drink nothing but a maximum of 500 ml of hot drinks everyday for forty four days straight.
Ok not kidding too. Surprisingly I have been able to avoid cold drinks. I really do not want a flabby or big tummy anymore, that’s how I keep myself motivated. Enough, already! Right now I get so horror-struck whenever I see my tummy as I walk. It’s almost like having a big jellyfish attached to my tummy! Wibble wobble, wibble wobble, jelly on a plate stomach. And hey, I have never been a big fan of hot drinks, so you can imagine the extreme anguish I am going through right now.
I am very fortunate though that Mak is unexpectedly cool during my confinement period. She is not as strict as I thought she would be. She lets me decide what I want or choose to follow. But despite not having to go through the confinement 100% traditionally, I am already choking. I therefore offer my compassion and commiseration to those of you who had to go or are going through it all the way.
Time for tea! Anyone cares to join me?
I have only got a bowl of fish porridge to offer you, though.
Goldilocks would love to be invited, I am sure.
@ 12:10 p.m.
// The girl with a puckered brow. // Sunday, January 14, 2007
My girl, she is funny, in a peculiar way.
She loves to frown, see?
She frowns at anyone and everyone when she is alert and awake.
She frowns at anything and everything when she is alert and awake.
She frowns at her Mummy who loves to stuff her nipples into her mouth.
Mummy, stop doing that before I bite your nipples off!
She frowns at her Daddy who loves to sing completely wrong versions of nursery rhymes and songs.
Daddy, please go attend nursery school or something!
She frowns at her Dada who loves to squeal 'Sharleeeeeez' whenever he sees her.
Dada, you not only look like a giant. You sound like one too!
She frowns at her Nana who loves to hold and embrace whenever she is asleep.
Nana, are my eyes too small till you cannot tell when I am awake or asleep?
She frowns at her Mama Aan who loves to praise herself, and not her, whenever she comes to visit.
So insensitive lor, some people!
She frowns at Papa Fiq who loves to smell her fingers and toes whenever he comes near her.
What a maniac! Go smell your own toes, Papa Fiq!
She frowns at Papa Ian who loves to call her 'Busyuk sekali' (read: very smelly) when he jolly well knows that Nana bathes her every morning.
The nerves when in reality, he is the 'Busyuk sekali' one.
She frowns at Mama Ili who is hardly at home and who is just too obsessed with work and Starbucks coffee.
One mocha frap with whip, please?
But then again, she has every reason to frown. Look at what we have been doing to her.
Poor girl.
And just in case you are wondering, the only time you can really see my girl smile, grin or chuckle is when she is asleep. (read: free from us)
That's my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!
That's my girl!
'_'
@ 11:28 a.m.
// The Birth of Sharleez Nadya // Friday, January 12, 2007
2nd January 2006
Time Check: 9.20 a.m
I was still sleeping, while Tatek was in the kitchen having his breakfast. He had just came back from the night shift. I felt a very slight twinge and a gush. The night before, I had experienced mild tightenings but thought they were just the normal Braxton Hicks contractions. Initially, when I felt the gush of warm liquid coming out, I thought it was blood. I thought it was THE SHOW. But funny how the liquid just kept coming out. I just couldn’t control its flow, unlike urine. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to move. I was afraid to move. I was shock-still. I shouted for Tatek but since he was in the kitchen, he couldn’t hear me.
Time Check: About 9.30 a.m
It was only about five minutes later that Tatek came inside the room. He then called me a ‘Buffalo’, no thanks to my position on bed. See, I was lying down sideways and involuntarily exposing my fat butt to him. Yup. Trust me, that was not an appealing sight at all. Imagine a buffalo exposing its rear at you. What Tatek didn’t know was the fact that I was already leaking. I told him meekly that my waterbag had started to leak. He was like, “Bedek la!” (Kidding la!) But when he saw for himself the very wet me and the very wet bed, he lost his nerves. He totally lost his nerves, I tell you. He hurried me to get up from bed and proceed straight to the toilet. I was then told to remain in the toilet till my water stopped leaking. But like a leaking tap, my water did not stop gushing. It was leaking all the more. It was gushing all the more. I felt really wet and uncomfortable. I then decided to take a warm shower while Tatek breathlessly went to spread the news to my parents. My parents turned all panicky then and there, and told me to quickly rush to the hospital. They didn’t allow me to even take a shower! But I was already in the shower by then, and I still had time to condition my hair. ‘_’ I was pretty composed at that point of time. I didn’t feel any pain yet, see? I was confident labour would not take place within the next few hours. But somehow, I was not able to convince my parents and Tatek. To explain my Mak’s jumpiness, her waterbag did not leak at home when she was pregnant with all four of us. It was something totally new to her. I grabbed whatever top I could grab that did not need ironing and thought I could maybe try my luck and put on some makeup. Tatek bawled at me and told me to stop my nonsense. Looking good no matter what is never nonsensical, Tatek! Sadly with no makeup on, straight we headed to KKH. Before I left home, Mak had wanted to feed me with two half-boiled eggs. I refused as I have never been a big fan of half-boiled egg. It looks and tastes like vomit. Yucks. I only brought with me a big bottle of ‘air selusuh’ which I was told, would help me deliver smoothly. In the car, on our way to KKH, I was bored. Besides drinking 'air selusuh', I had nothing better to do. No contractions were felt at all. Songs played on the radio were boring. So what did I do? I took out my makeup bag, and put on some powder and gloss. I didn’t want to look like a dead chicken upon my arrival at the hospital. I wanted to look at least presentable. My water was still leaking though. Luckily I had put on 3 maternity pads to somehow stop the water from trickling down my pants. And luckily Tatek covered my seat with a very thick towel on top of a canvas sheet just so that his precious car seat would not be wet with my water. Chet!
Time Check: 10.50 a.m
We reached KKH and headed straight to the delivery suite. I practically soaked the chair I was sitting on during our registration. Kwa kwa kwa. Then, it was off to the labour ward. I asked whether I could wait a few hours more before I was admitted but no, I was not allowed to. According to them, since my waterbag had burst, it was possible for the cord to slip down below the baby. And should that happen, the pressure on the cord could cut off the baby's blood supply. Okay, fine! Medical terminology yet again! In my mind, I was only thinking of the hospital bills. ‘_’
Time Check: About 11 a.m
I was put on the wheelchair and pushed to the labour ward. I was then given a skimpy white gown with the back side all bare. Tatek had the honour of typing the back of the gown for me. Again, it was not an appealing sight at all. My fat butt was exposed to the air. I had to lie on the bed while Tatek put on my socks for me. I felt like a queen at that point of time. He then started taking pictures of the entire labour ward while I tried to enjoy the comfort of the bed I was going to give birth on. The feeling was just so surreal at that point of time, I could not believe the very fact that I was going to give birth and see my Sharleez soon. I then started becoming impatient and prayed for the contractions to come fast. I prayed that I was already 10 cm dilated though that was really impossible. How could anyone be 10 cm dilated without any contractions at all? Very the bedek, lor! I was put on the cardiotocograph machine (‘ CTG’ ) to monitor my baby’s heart rate and to measure the intensity and regularity of my uterine contractions. Yeah baby, two different belts with sensors were attached around my abdomen! I almost felt like I was waiting to be electrocuted. The doctor on call did a vaginal exam (‘VE’) on me. I had not opened up still. Very frustrating, I tell you! My gynae then instructed for me to be induced. A tablet was inserted inside me to stimulate mild uterine contractions which would hopefully cause my cervix to dilate. I was then told to relax and watch TV. The next VE would be at 6 pm. Yup, I had to wait that long. Thank god it was a public holiday that day, so at least there was something for me to watch on TV. Tatek, who was really tired and sleepy, had his short zizz at the very comfortable couch next to my bed.
Time Check: About 1 p.m
My lunch was served. Despite the lack of appetite, I tried to eat as much as I possibly could before my labour started. By then, I was already feeling very mild contractions. They were still bearable. I could still smile. I could still laugh. My pain score at that point was between 1 to 2 out of 10. Tatek then bought nuggets from MacD for me. I could only eat two. Yes Sharleez, you last had nuggets and the curry sauce before you were born.
Does anyone remember the Chicken McNugget song?
Chicken McNugget and the curry sauce.
Chicken McNugget, chicken curry even more..
Time Check: 4 p.m
The surges were getting stronger. They intensified every five minutes or so, and I was already out of breath by then. I have very low pain tolerance, remember? I started to feel disappointed with myself. I was no longer able to stand the surges. I had to grip Tatek’s hand tight, real tight. Tatek tried his very best to encourage me and he kept telling me I could do it. He kept telling me to hold on. But I simply could not. I felt like my body was being stretched apart.
Time Check: 6 p.m
The second VE was done and guess what, I was only 1.5 cm dilated! You mean, after 6 hours of unbearable pain and I was only 1.5 cm?! My mind was doing mental calculations. It would take me at least 24 hours or more before I was 10 cm dilated. The midwife then told me that she was going to induce me again but this time round, by adding Syntocinon to my drip. Syntocinon is a hormone that will make the contractions stronger, more regular, and definitely more painful. I was already in so much pain by then. What then?
EPIDURALLLLLLLLLLLLL, baby!!
Time Check 6.30 pm
The anaesthetist came in. I was told to curl up to form the letter C so that she could insert the epidural in between my spines. The surges were seriously too much to take. They were too strong till I could not even feel four to five needles of different sizes being inserted at my back. Of course these needles did not remain on my back. They were later removed. The midwife then estimated that I would be 10 cm dilated by 4 am. Great! More waiting to do, higher hospital bills to deal with.
Time Check: 6.45 pm
Not knowing what was in store for me, I felt relieved that I had decided to take the epidural for I thought I could at least breathe and wait for my cervix to be fully dilated without having to bear the pain. But what do you know baby, the epidural did not work on me!!! I was cheated! The surges were intensifying, and I felt every single one of them. I was not at all numb. I was already wincing by then, and told Tatek I couldn’t do it. I wanted to give up. And to make things worse, I kept on vomiting. The first time, I vomited all over the floor as I could not control the urge to throw up. Yes my friend, that is one of the side effects of taking epidural. I was mad at the midwife. I chose to blame her when the epidural had no effect on me. I told her I wanted the dosage of the epidural increased. She told me she would inform the anaesthetist but there she was, still lingering in the room, trying to sort out the tangled tubes. I felt like grabbing the tangled tubes and strangling her with them, I tell you! I raised my voice at her slightly and told her to hurry with the calling of the anaesthetist. She was lucky that despite the excruciating pain I was in, I only raised my voice at her. I could have screeched at her. Or bite her fat arm. Or yes, strangle her with the tubes.
Time Check: About 6.50 pm
The anaesthetist came in to increase the dosage. I then became so numb that I could not feel the lower half of my body. I could not even lift up my legs. How then would I give birth? I wondered and I fell asleep soon after.
Time Check: About 8 p.m
VE was done on me. I was 4 cm dilated.
Time Check: About 9.30 pm
VE was done again. I was 6 cm dilated.
Time Check: 11 pm
VE again. I was 10 cm dilated. (And I thought the midwife said I had to wait till 4 am!) I was ready to push. Or so I thought. The midwife called in my gynae. Meanwhile, we practiced pushing. I kept looking at the tray full of scissors of different sizes in the midst of pushing. I didn't want to be cut open. I didn't want to give birth via C-sect. I was so determined to give birth naturally. So I kept on practicing with the pushing.
Time Check: 11.30 p.m
My gynae was in the labour ward by then. But I couldn’t push still. How to, when I couldn’t feel a thing?
The midwife told me to imagine I was about to SHIT. I couldn’t even imagine lah, shithead!!! I was totally numb, how to imagine this and that?! I told her but she asked me to try. So I tried pushing but I was pushing my tummy instead. I couldn’t do it. And to make things worse, my midwife was not supportive at all. She started discouraging me and told every single nurse who came in how really bad I was at pushing. She told me I could not feel the sensation. Sensation here, sensation there. Apparently ‘sensation’ was her favourite word. So let's call her the sensational midwife from here on. I was really annoyed by then and wanted to kick her. But too bad for me, I was numb. I couldn’t lift up my leg to kick her. So I had to remain calm. And ended up sleepy. I was seriously falling asleep. In the middle of pushing, I closed my eyes and was about to drift to dream world when the sensational midwife told me to feel the sensation yet again. Imagine falling asleep in the middle of labour! The sensational midwife told me to make it fast if I wanted a 2nd January baby. No missy, I wanted a 3rd January baby because my maternity leave started on the 3rd too! Chet!
3rd January 2007
Time Check: 12 a.m
There was still no progress. I was still as numb as numb. I was very agitated by then. I told Tatek to just keep quiet (read: shut up). I told him to stop encouraging me. Suddenly everyone in the room was annoying. I then decided to stop on the epidural. I told the sensational midwife to stop running the epidural on me. I wanted all the pain to come back, fast. I wanted to see my Sharleez so badly. I could no longer stand the nine months of suspense. Enough already.
Time Check: 12.45 am
The pain was back. I could feel the surges. The surges were so bad that I felt a very strong urge to push. I started pushing. My gynae, Dr Judy Wong, was very encouraging and told me I was doing a good job. (But of course!!) She counted from 1 to 10, and told me to push and remain pushing till she reached 10. The sensational midwife, well, she tried to be encouraging as well but she just sounded so fake. I could have kicked her if I wanted to since I could already lift up my leg then. But I did not. Pushing out my baby was more momentous. Tatek, well, he was really quiet. I had told him to keep quiet, remember? So he just held my hand tight to assure me he was there for me, no matter what. Thanks, love!
Time Check: 1.08 a.m
After 4 major pushes, my Sharleez was finally out. After 1 more push, Sharleez’s friend, Missy Placenta was out too. I threw up right after that.
The ordeal was over. When I heard that cry and saw that angelic face of hers, the pain was all gone.
(The classic statement of all mothers right after giving birth!)
Alhamdullilah.
Yes, I wasted my money on the epidural.
Yes, my white socks had to be thrown as they were all bloody red by then.
Yes the sensational midwife asked me for the final time, "Ahhh, so did you feel the sensation when you pushed her out?"
Yes lah, nyonya!!
And yes, I now have my Sharleez.
There you have it, my very long story to aptly describe my very long labour.
Typing this entry is almost equivalent to typing a 5000 words essay. I almost felt like I was back in NIE, working on my final year project.
Now do you know why I kept prolonging this entry?
@ 09:42 p.m.
// A mother's love. // Thursday, January 11, 2007
Before I gave birth to Sharleez, I used to go "Awwwww, so cute!!" each time I heard a baby cry.
Now, I don't find that cute any longer.
Now, I am a mother myself.
Now, I have my own child.
And now, I get so distressed whenever I hear my Sharleez cry.
I cannot hear her cry.
I cannot watch her cry.
When she was hospitalized a few days ago for her high jaundice, I was one big emotional wreck.
It pained me to see her stripped off to her pampers.
It pained me to see her eyes covered totally with a mask.
It pained me to see her being forced to lie on her tummy and stay under the light for 24 hours.
It pained me to know that I couldn't be there for her.
And it pained me all the more when I was not able to breastfeed her fully.
I was that affected. I was that distraught.
I cried each time I came to visit her at the nursery.
I cried when I had to kiss her goodbye and let her stay at the hospital for the night.
I cried when I had to sleep without her at night.
I cried when I smelled her mittens.
And I cried all the more when I was told her jaundice level had gone up after all that she had gone through.
Ahhh, so this is what they call MOTHERHOOD.
I am loving every single second of it.
'_'
But don't you worry about Sharleez now.
My Sharleez, she is one strong and determined little girl.
Right, Sharleez?
Right, Mummy!
See my muscles??
Next up, my labour story!
You wouldn't want to miss it for the world or even trade it for a cup of coke, I am very sure.
Kwa kwa kwa.
@ 08:38 p.m.
// Are you sleeping? // Thursday, January 11, 2007
This is crazy.
Whenever Sharleez is having her forty winks, I will be expressing my milk, surfing the net for baby clothes, reading as many emails from my inbox as I possibly can, or blog. But blogging is not much of a problem since it has always been an enjoyment, never an obligation. So no matter what, how, when, I'll ALWAYS make time to blog or two.
'_'
Never ever has it crossed my mind to catch up on my lost sleep while she is sleeping. Suddenly sleep is no longer of the essence. Suddenly having eyebags is no longer a big deal.
Weird, isnt it?
Anyway, I am going crazy over these at the present moment!!
Absurdly cute, aren't they all?
Oh don't worry, they are all on big sale, which explains why I am going oh so crazy. Had they not been on sale, I wouldnt even dare hallucinate about owning them. In fact, I am still thinking twice about buying them for Sharleez. (even though they are already on sale!)
I am not a label freak, hokay?!
I am just a sucker for things on sale.
But then again, who isn't, right?
@ 01:23 p.m.
// Visiting Angels // Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Okay, the present situation is as such.
I, Diah Mastura Roslan, mother of Sharleez Nadya, have 200 plus emails to read and reply to, and truthfully, I have been trying to find the time to read an email a day at least. Oh, I have been trying to find the time to sleep too but hey, I am not whining. Every hour of sleep lost is an hour well-spent with my Sharleez, see?
So there.
Amongst some of those emails that I have managed to read so far are humble requests from beautiful online friends/acquaintances to visit my Little Sharleez. Wow, we are truly flattered! For those who are really keen on visiting her, could you please email me again (sorry!) with the subject 'VISIT' so that I can read your emails first, and reply to them promptly? And in your email, please do also include the preferred day and time of visit, and I will see whether I am able to meet to your request.
If not, then I'm afraid you might just have to wait forever before I reply to your emails. Yikes!
Meanwhile, my Little Sharleez is back from the hospital. She is not 100% well yet but is already on the road to recovery. Alhamdullilah.
Yes, she is really winking at you!! You are not seeing things. ;p
Just give her about a week more, and you can come and visit her, hor?
Yay!!!
P.S: For the rest of you who have emailed me, thank you so much once again. I might not be able to reply to them, but I give you the surety I will read them come what may.
@ 09:53 p.m.
// News Flash! // Wednesday, January 10, 2007
WEYYYY!!!
Ok, let me make this clear.
That's my right arm lah!!
I am a proud breastfeeding mum, not a flasher.
Please take note.
'_'
@ 03:26 p.m.
// And it was all yellow. // Tuesday, January 9, 2007
Dear all,
My Sharleez is still recovering from her jaundice. So could you please hold on first to your plans of visiting her for the time being? See, I want to be able to entertain you well when you come to visit her, me, Tatek, us. And of course, I do want my darling Sharleez to be really well before she is able to accept visitors. (and gifts!)
Please hold your horses, okay?
And do pray for her speedy recovery.
Thank you so much!
'_'
@ 12:19 p.m.
// Day 5 // Sunday, January 7, 2007
Who wants more of Sharleez?
You cannot have her, though.
She is mine! All mine!
Wait a minute, you can have some of her actually.
Who wants her footprints?
Email me.
Kwa kwa kwa.
@ 05:23 p.m.
// S is for... // Friday, January 5, 2007
Hello, world!
I am Little S or rather, the NOT-SO-LITTLE S. Today, I shall make known my name to you because of two reasons. Firstly, my name has finally been registered. It is already official, in other words. Secondly, Mummy has received too many requests asking demanding for my name to be revealed. Thank you Mummy for making me this popular.
Before I reveal my name to you, let me just briefly recall what happened. Please do take note that this is not the much anticipated birth story. That, I shall leave it to Mummy. She is still too pooped for that at the current moment, I'm afraid.
Okay, I was born on 3rd January 2007 at 0108 hours after several pushes by Mummy. I was getting bored inside waiting for Mummy to push me out real hard, you know? Hello, my only two friends inside were Missy Placenta and Missy Umbilical Cord, okay?!
Then my weight was taken. I weighed a hefty 3.465 kg the day I was born. I was 48 cm long. Now I understand why Mummy had a hard time pushing me out!
And now,the WORLD PREMIERE of my naked picture.
Do you like it?
Me with Mummy, the superwoman who gave birth to me.
Look at her tired face. Look at her eyebags.
Sorry Mummy for causing you to look this haggard.
Lol Lol Lol.
Me and Daddy. Yeah, I know we look alike. So zip it already.
Wait, is this me or Mummy talking here?!
I smell jealousy. It stinks.
Me with Mama Aan. I adore this woman. She has been visiting me every single day without fail since the day I was born. And I too heard she is a STAR. You mean she is Twinkle Twinkle Little Star?!! That song is super annoying, I tell you! Daddy, stop singing it to me!! Learn some other songs like maybe, High by Lighthouse Family.
And this is me again.
(Must make good use of this free publicity while I can!)
But who exactly am I?
Why, I am
LITTLE SHARLEEZ NADYA, to be exact.
Nice to meet all of you!
So did anyone guess my name correctly? Please contact my Mummy then to claim your prize. She has lots of free goodie bags from KK to give away!
Hurry, do not miss out on the freebies!
@ 06:23 p.m.
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