I am miserable.
I've been spending intimate moments (line stolen from my second brother) with Johnson Suisse since 2.50am this morning. Things have come out from both ends. I am not pregnant.
I woke up in the wee hours of the morning thinking I could catch the Brazil-Chile match. But 20 minutes into the game, my stomach was having some kind of Jabulani party. And the sounds of the vuvuzelas that accompanied it..
I'm so weak and miserable now. TheHusband took the morning off to settle the kids but he couldn't take the entire day off. Farah's diaper is as dry as a bone. This is a good time to wean her off but I could barely carry her, what more deal with her violent protests should I try to stuff the milk bottle in her mouth.
Go away, upset tummy.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Bare
Dear Husband@work,
I was washing the dishes. I turned around and this greeted me.
Please take note of the metres of cling wrap and aluminium foil pulled out. Please also note the Ziploc sandwich bags scattered behind her.
I scolded her, shooed her away from the kitchen and went about putting things right.
Coming out of the kitchen, I saw this:
I was washing the dishes. I turned around and this greeted me.
Please take note of the metres of cling wrap and aluminium foil pulled out. Please also note the Ziploc sandwich bags scattered behind her. I scolded her, shooed her away from the kitchen and went about putting things right.
Coming out of the kitchen, I saw this:
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Sunday, June 20, 2010
Wake-ah
WARNING: This is dreadfully dull but it's here anyway so that my dear dear children will know what they were up to when they read this blog a few years down the road.
Socceroo
I am a sometime soccer fan. I don't follow the local league; neither do I follow the European leagues but once every 4 years, I'll savour every little story about the World Cup I can get. (They can be very blistering at times but written with such wry humour - one player from France was described as "loitering without intent on the right". You just gotta read such brilliantly written stories again and again.) And it's not just the stories I read. I also stay up to catch the matches. To the detriment of my sleep. The last match of the day kicks off at 2.30am. Lest you think I paid the telcos $90+ for such a privilege, I watch it free over the internet. The wonders of technology!
Anyway. I can't sleep now not because I'm staying up for the 2.30am Denmark-Cameroon match - I've decided that I absolutely must have more than 4 hours of sleep today - but because I'm so disheartened by Australia's draw. They fought so valiantly but things were not meant to be.
Wake-ah Wake-ah. This Time For Snoozing
So, my sleeplessness means I'll be writing about my kids here.
I've decided that June is the month when I'll start attempting to wean Farah off breastmilk. I have been thinking about it for months now but something I read somewhere strenghtened my resolve. It says that you should stop when you are not enjoying it. I wasn't enjoying it anymore because this little girl could wake up up to 6 times a night for milk. Actually, it's not that she woke up for milk. She woke up for various reasons but each time, she woke up with a loud loud loud and prolonged cry. And the only way to silence her was to feed her.
Starting from the end of May, I tried to replace the middle-of-the-night feeds with plain water, fresh milk and formula milk. I tried. She threw the bottle with such vehemence when I shoved the bottle into her crying mouth. I refused to give in and let her cry. And cry. And CRY. And thrash about violently. And kick anyone who tried to come near. And arch her back so that she seemed to be in danger of snapping her neck. It was such a terrible period. She could cry (and do all of the above) for 2 hours (remember that this is in the middle of the night and I live in a quiet neighbourhood), sleep from the exhaustion for about 30 minutes and then continue crying again for about 1 hour. By 4am, I would give in and give her some milk. This went on for many many nights.
It was such a trying time.
Now, some 3 weeks after I started this, she still wakes up at 11pm/12mn. But, she will cry for about 10 minutes and then go back to sleep. Around 2am, she will cry again for about 10 minutes and then go back to sleep when she realises that she's not getting anything. Around 4am, she'll cry again and that's when she'll get some breastmilk.
Obviously, this is not weaning her off and introducing formula. But, if this is going to be her pattern for the next few months, I will find breastfeeding enjoyable again. I will have no problems continuing breastfeeding til September/October when I absolutely must start introducing the bottle to her in preparation for my return to the workforce in January next year.
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I don't like how multiply is looking more and more like a marketplace but I am stuck here because I don't like having to migrate everything in here to another location. Of course I could very well leave everything here and start afresh on a brand new location but I am very ngeow and OCD so I like everything to be together and not scattered everywhere.
Okay. I'm stopping here. I really really want to upload pictures taken recently. Maybe the next blog entry will be a pictorial entry. It's 1.25am now which means I'll get a luxurious 5-hour sleep if F does not wake up til tomorrow morning. Bye.
Socceroo
I am a sometime soccer fan. I don't follow the local league; neither do I follow the European leagues but once every 4 years, I'll savour every little story about the World Cup I can get. (They can be very blistering at times but written with such wry humour - one player from France was described as "loitering without intent on the right". You just gotta read such brilliantly written stories again and again.) And it's not just the stories I read. I also stay up to catch the matches. To the detriment of my sleep. The last match of the day kicks off at 2.30am. Lest you think I paid the telcos $90+ for such a privilege, I watch it free over the internet. The wonders of technology!
Anyway. I can't sleep now not because I'm staying up for the 2.30am Denmark-Cameroon match - I've decided that I absolutely must have more than 4 hours of sleep today - but because I'm so disheartened by Australia's draw. They fought so valiantly but things were not meant to be.
Wake-ah Wake-ah. This Time For Snoozing
So, my sleeplessness means I'll be writing about my kids here.
I've decided that June is the month when I'll start attempting to wean Farah off breastmilk. I have been thinking about it for months now but something I read somewhere strenghtened my resolve. It says that you should stop when you are not enjoying it. I wasn't enjoying it anymore because this little girl could wake up up to 6 times a night for milk. Actually, it's not that she woke up for milk. She woke up for various reasons but each time, she woke up with a loud loud loud and prolonged cry. And the only way to silence her was to feed her.
Starting from the end of May, I tried to replace the middle-of-the-night feeds with plain water, fresh milk and formula milk. I tried. She threw the bottle with such vehemence when I shoved the bottle into her crying mouth. I refused to give in and let her cry. And cry. And CRY. And thrash about violently. And kick anyone who tried to come near. And arch her back so that she seemed to be in danger of snapping her neck. It was such a terrible period. She could cry (and do all of the above) for 2 hours (remember that this is in the middle of the night and I live in a quiet neighbourhood), sleep from the exhaustion for about 30 minutes and then continue crying again for about 1 hour. By 4am, I would give in and give her some milk. This went on for many many nights.
It was such a trying time.
Now, some 3 weeks after I started this, she still wakes up at 11pm/12mn. But, she will cry for about 10 minutes and then go back to sleep. Around 2am, she will cry again for about 10 minutes and then go back to sleep when she realises that she's not getting anything. Around 4am, she'll cry again and that's when she'll get some breastmilk.
Obviously, this is not weaning her off and introducing formula. But, if this is going to be her pattern for the next few months, I will find breastfeeding enjoyable again. I will have no problems continuing breastfeeding til September/October when I absolutely must start introducing the bottle to her in preparation for my return to the workforce in January next year.
I don't like how multiply is looking more and more like a marketplace but I am stuck here because I don't like having to migrate everything in here to another location. Of course I could very well leave everything here and start afresh on a brand new location but I am very ngeow and OCD so I like everything to be together and not scattered everywhere.
Okay. I'm stopping here. I really really want to upload pictures taken recently. Maybe the next blog entry will be a pictorial entry. It's 1.25am now which means I'll get a luxurious 5-hour sleep if F does not wake up til tomorrow morning. Bye.
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