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ilyse is one month old! We did not hold any celebration this time for mei mei.  Reason being; she is small for her gestational age. Surely, there will be gossips flying here and there with all the flocking relatives and friends of inlaws' side. She definitely dislike that kind of scenario of pointing-fingers, one-kind-look and all. Well, anyway - we went to Por Por house instead since she has not visited ilyse at home; though once at the hospital. Ilyse received Red Packet from Por-Por, Yee-Yee and Yee-Yee's In-Law family. Mommy is a little taken by surprise on Yee-Yee (Her sister) inlaw's red packet because she did not hold any celebration & therefore no full month cakes was given to her. Anyway, she was grateful. Mommy promised ilyse to hold a grand party when she is one year old. We will look forward to that! 

As the title meant; my little sister was indeed kinda tiny... but we are seeing her growing day by day... she is getting all the fats from Mommy's breastmilk as well as the frozen stash. She is trying to stock up as much as she can for now on the milk. Target to stop breastmilk by 6 months but seems like, perhaps need to end a little earlier because Mommy is going back to work in the 4th month. I hope ilyse can share the same privilege as me. Mommy stop breastfeeding me @ 5months plus before going back to workforce.  Ilyse will be tanned-skin like Mommy. Aw..., Mommy wanted her to be like me, as fair as a tofu. But then, again this is all pre-destined. Well, tan-skinned also not bad. Most important is healthy.

Ever since I joined the new school, my phobia & dislike towards school are not as extreme anymore. I dunno if this had to do with the teachers or myself (meaning Im just full of excuses when it comes to "going to school')...  Sometimes, I will tell Mom - I like to go to school. However, the idea of going to school straight 5 days are not so fun indeed. So when comes to the 3rd or 4th day of school, I will start to fuss. Dunno why, I started to dread going to school at times. This breaks Mommy's heart very much. Hopefully I will grow out of it.  There are more activities in this school, not sure if it is because its 'semi-government' and thats why? This day, I brought back a balloon happily and couldnt bear to play with it, with fear that it will burst..

One fine morning, we were walking to school as usual. I started all my WHY-questions... Sometimes Mom just finds it hard to answer to ALL my questions. To those Moms out there, u know what I meant. Well, then we came to the topic of question-&-answer on wipers on the vehicle windscreens... Surprisingly, I describe how different the directions of the wipers are; on different vehicles like on cars, buses. Mom asked about bicycles, motorcycles, I told Mom -- There are NO wipers on them, Mommy. Only bus, car, lorry and truck. Dunno if Im so alert to notice on these, she is just taken by surprise on how well I know about the "wiper" wiping directions. Maybe as a toddler, its easier to remember things with one look or even a few more times. So we adults always have to be careful on our words in front of our little ones, and even actions.

In order to make me not to feel left out, Mommy had bought a gift for me on behalf of mei mei ilyse. Indeed, I feel so overjoyed at the Thomas The Train gift! I started to build the tracks and all and played non-stopped. On the other hand, Mom has some 'unfounded' worries. She sees that I am more indulged in playing than anything else as I grow older. This should be normal but she would like me to do more reading up, writing... etc. Isn't this every Mommy's wish? Well, a wish is always a wish. Keeping fingers crossed that; things will change (again) as I grow again. I will be in Kindergarten One by next year. Talk about tough being a parent, yes. Generations after generations; getting tougher, more challenging each time.

Of course, sleeping on our own bed is always better than any other bed, especially hospital bed.  Now, see how soundly my little sister sleeps on her own tiny cot. I am just sleeping right below; beside her on my own mattress. This little cot used to be own wholly by me. But now since I had grown out of it, I had passed down to my sister. Perhaps the next person would be my cousin; Yee Yee's baby. Else, this cot will be discarded or maybe sold to other needy person. Nowadays, there are people who rather get 2nd hand goods than new ones especially the items are costly. 

Mei mei is back home today. We are all delighted to know that she is able to maintain her body temperature, able to suckle well and free from photo therapy although she still has some jaundice. Time flies and it had been 3 weeks. Her bed was prepared last weekend; and Mom was so looking forward to it. All the late nights, pumping, feeding, burping, crying, bathing, etc. all will repeat itself again after a good 4 years plus.  I am scheduled for follow-up appointment in a week's time. And gonna see physio therapist the following week as well. Yes, am being put on course of physio therapy as well, home-based by Mommy. She was well-trained by the hospital therapist of course.

Meimei loves to sleep... But come to think of it, new borns either sleep or drink. This is taken when she's awake... see she sucking her fingers.. So for the first few weeks, Mom's gonna continue to have a breeze of time.  The next thing on her mind is the maid aka Helper. New Helper gonna come soon in few weeks time too. Mom keeps her fingers crossed for this NEW INDO Helper; hopefully will be a better one but we all know its fat hope.  In fact, most of the helpers are the same. When they are still on loan, everything else is so important around the employer. After loan finishes, things start to change. Well, somehow - Mom learnt that its not advisable to keep a Helper for more than 2years.

When there is demand, there is supply. Mom still remembered when she was back in Poly (school) then, one of the modules - Economics which she detested the most and almost failed every test/exam. She hates all the graphs, analysis, etc. All she could remember was; DEMAND & SUPPLY... So now, this phrase is really put into a good use. Mom pumps every 3 hourly. Sometimes, 4 hours. This morning, she missed out one session in the midnight because she forgot to tune the alarm. Ended up, this morning @ 4.30am; the Breast Milk supply shot up almost double of what she usually has... This went on for the next session this morning @ almost 11am. Supply shot up more than double level too. Well, anyway... she hopes our mei mei - ilyse will not waste Mommy's every little efforts in these frozen breast milk... They are all waiting for your return, ilyse.  21 Avent VIA Cups occupied all 75% of the left-over space (after deducting the food space) in the freezer. Now Mom used Milk bags ins...

Seems like I am getting the "hook" of it... I seldom talk about not going to school these 2 days. I had requested to bring my Playdoh along to school. Mom knew that the school will not allow me to play there. However she still allowed me to bring. She knew very well, if she says NO, I will retaliate and may even start to reject school again. So she let me and at the end of the day, I indeed complained to Mom; that the school teacher disallowed my playdoh. Mom then came to the picture, to explain to me that reason being, the teachers are worried that my friends may accidentally spoil my toy instead. Well, that was a very convincing "excuse" cum reason. I accepted it without further protests... Let's hope and keep our fingers crossed; that things will stay this way till my little sister is back home... Mom will have less stress and problems bringing me to school in the morning then.

4th day of school Surprisingly, I dun cry anymore today.   Last night; during our usual Story-Telling session, Mom talked about a boy whom refused to go to school. His name is Tom. Mom cleverly stressed below to me: Tom's Mommy told Tom - If mommy goes to work, Tom will go to school. If mommy stays at home, Tom will stay at home with mommy. *IN OTHER WORDS, it meant if Mom goes to work, Ray goes to school. If Mom stays at home, Ray will stay at home. So on the journey to school, Mom kept reminding me about Tom's story. Apart from that, our maid will pretend to leave home together with us & go to the other direction, made me believe that the maid is also going to school. This will make the house empty i.e. no one @ home. Then, am more willing to leave home to school knowing that no one will be at home playing with me if I chose to stay at home. Hope this trick works till forever...

This time round, Mom works really hard to have more Breast Milk for me. Because I am a preemie; breast milk is the best food for me...  Milk to Hospital Even the nurses praised Mom for being diligent; bringing BM everyday from Home to Hospital daily in the morning without fail. Daddy also tried to be supportive as well. And Mom wants to thank Auntie Sammi for being the best supportive partner all this while. She's has been standing by her; from breasts engorgement to pumping as little as 10ml each time; to now more than she ever expects... All the waking up in the nite - every 3 hourly is worthwhile. Frozen Milk As Mom can see; the flesh growing on me... she swallowed her tears and tell herself - Hey, ilyse is striving much better in the outside environment than in the womb... Sorry Babe and Mommy promised to give you the best things in the world!

Our lil princess is still not discharged yet... Her jaundice level fluctuates and still feeding by the tube. She looks so tiny and fragile... Mommy's heart felt pain though by looking at her. This is by far; the best picture of all for the past week plus. See how soundly am asleep... because I do not need to be under the photo therapy anymore for the moment and am wrapped snugly... so I had a consistent heartbeat and peaceful sleep.

Today is my first day @ the new school... As usual, I bawled to the top of my voice... I feel so sad that Mom has to leave me @ school and go. I refused to accept any kind of reasons, any explanations even though they all meant well. Seems like no teachers can control me when Im crying. But when Mom went to pick me up, I looked happy. As per teachers' feedback, my rants stopped minutes after Mom left. Well, its all about the separation anxiety.