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Once upon a time, she designed buildings and interiors of corporate offices and on the rare occasion, homes. Now, she cleans poop and is student of a patience management course. From the drawing board as a London Architect to the realities of Motherhood, she has certainly learned many lessons in humility. And then others.....
To succeed in the corporate world, first succeed with your kid as the happy boss. Seriously. This blog is about Mamapumpkin: A crazy, demented Mom who cares full time, alone, without any help, for an even crazier preschooler AND a baby with a boob addiction problem. She writes anything that comes out of her head, mostly without thinking first, which almost always gets her into trouble (according to her husband, whom she considers the love of her life.......on a good day). Her 2 pet monkeys drive her towards challenge after challenge, 24/7. Day after Day.....and by the way, her parents are Muslim, her in-laws Buddhist, she's Catholic and her Hubs, an Atheist. She's thinking her kids should be Hindu, just to complete the rainbow religion cycle. Gotta love it. She'd love to hear from you : Mamapumpkin at gmail dot com |
Mine to be exact. My crazy masseuse made Tee take a picture of my pregnant back at 9 months. Yup, there sure is a lot of meat towards the bottom. I was PREGNANT!!! Her rationale was that every pregnant lady takes a picture of her big pregnant belly, how many pregnant women take a picture of her pregnant back?
OKKKKAaaaaayyyyyyy………so Tee happily snapped away and this is the result of my pregnant back.
Happy Mederka! Tee took these photos of me and the Hubs. Actually, she was probably taking a picture of T2 as the Hubs’s face and my face has been cut out when she took the shot…..
This on the other hand was really of me and the Hubs but I’ve scratched his face out. It was a really nice pic of us. Not bad at all for an almost 5 year old’s photography skills.
And then this was the day after T2 was born……..
Tee insisted on sleeping with me at the hospital so we got her an extra bed but by 10pm when T2 woke up and then woke Tee up, and when I had TWO crying girls with me, I told the Hubs to take Tee home. So for 2 nights, we paid extra for the extra bed and I pretended that a ghost was sleeping beside me instead. Are you kidding me?! I kid you not, when I was alone with T2 in the hospital room in the wee hours of the morning, I swear I heard someone whistling within the bedroom. Initially I assumed it must’ve been the TV which I had left on (on purpose!) but when I gave it a glance, the people on TV were clearly not whistling, but I still heard the whistling. I very slowly slid under the covers (I couldn’t do it quickly as I had raw wounds and needles all over my body) and closed my eyes till the whistling stopped. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep a wink that night but my eyes were closed till sunrise.
For weeks, Tee had bugged me to allow me to paint my belly. The time was never right as most of the time, Mommy just didn’t feel like it. But I couldn’t disappoint her after promising her and forcing her to wait for weeks. Just before T2 came out, I finally stripped and said, “Here you go, Tee…..my belly is all yours!” Her face beamed like fluorescent spotlights as she ran to get her paint sets and called her Daddy to join her pregnant belly painting expedition. See? It’s always worth the wait when you wait for something you really want…..I kept saying, “Don’t put paint inside my belly button, don’t put paint inside my belly button….” and what did she do? She did exactly what I told her not to do.
Feeling really apprehensive, I asked her what she was going to paint and her reply wasn’t exactly comforting. “Stuff!” “Err…what kind of stuff? My pregnant belly isn’t exactly a graffiti wall!” She shrugs her shoulders. “Just stuff!” I then took matters into my own hands and strongly suggested that she painted a face instead. So my belly button could be the nose of the face and let’s make this quick, hurry, hurry. She bought into the idea and started her quest to create a GREEN PANDA. Huh?
The final result after lots of hurrying……
It looks more like a green clown than a green panda! And of course, I made her clean it all up. Oh well, that kept her occupied for an hour and she was happy. I wonder what T2′s experience was like inside :-O
The time has finally come. Baby is still not out yet so Doctor says that if baby does not make an appearance within the next 48 hours, we will pull her out. YAY!!! I am really looking forward to the month after confinement when I can start losing weight fast to feel normal again. My friend passed me some weight loss pill reviews the other day but I don’t think I’ll be taking any medication for weight loss. I’ve already been on so much drugs this pregnancy that I need a break from drugs! I’m going to get on that treadmill and continue counting my carbs like I did during this pregnancy. And THEN, go on a shopping spree for high heels and sexy clothes!!! I think….? I’m feeling sooooo nauseous and I’ve had this constant hangover type pressure headache for all of last week. Is this normal? I’m slowly losing control of my bowels too – yikes! Ok, sorry….too much information. These are all signs of labour about to start. But when??? I need a massage every day but I cannot afford that. The baby is SO heavy that my shoulders can barely lift it. Please, please……baby……please come out soon. I know I will lose my life all over again but I cannot stand this pain any longer. *sigh* I can hardly breath anymore. I can barely move. I can hardly eat. There is no more room! I have stopped my Glucophage medication for diabetes because I no longer need it. My placenta is not producing as much sugar as it did so I’m fine eating sugar without sending my blood sugar sky-rocketing. I have headaches EVERYDAY. There is so much blood pumping in my body. What used to be a deep prick in my finger in attempt to draw blood, I now only need to prick a shallow painless jab and tons of blood oozes out. No wonder I have such headaches. Blood must be pumping furiously all over my whale body. I was standing in the kitchen this morning at 8am and then OUCH! I had a cramp and couldn’t move for about 30 seconds. I really wonder when baby wants to come out. As much as I will suffer another week, if she could wait till next Saturday at least, just so I can bring Tee for her assessment exam, that would be ideal. But I don’t think she will wait that long, do you? Who wants to place bets??!! Sometimes I just want to defy the Doctor’s orders of bed rest and walk all over KL non-stop till the baby comes out. I think she’s developed enough since those blasted injections Soon, I’ll be all skinny again……. After eating lots of durians (don’t worry, I’ve been taking precautions to ensure that I don’t get over-heated by drinking lots of barley, eating mangosteens and drinking lots of water) AND drinking my nightly liquor; it SEEMS……..that the baby has taken a turn for the better! What can I say? I’m turning into an alcoholic. I even googled to find out what the exact measurement of a shot was because I was so dissatisfied with the miserable amount that the Hubs would pour for me every night. I am LOVING my Kahlua…….This baby knows how to enjoy life! The Doctor was astounded at our last visit this week because the placenta had hardly deteriorated when she had forecasted a quicker death. See? All baby wanted was some durians and some Kahlua. I’m still on bed rest but at least we know baby is growing well and the Doctor is now banking on a 28 July prediction. I am half-hearted because some days are SO BAD that I just want to use every muscle in my body to push the baby right out! 28 July happens to be my brother’s birthday. Tee’s assesment exam is next Saturday 1st August. Whilst I really don’t want to wait that long for baby to come out, it would be ideal if I could follow her for her exam and then get baby out. *sigh* I really don’t think I can wait that long though……it is agony. I’m always having that horrible dull period crampy feeling these last 2 weeks but just yesterday, I experienced my first real contraction. Wow! If THAT is going to get stronger by a thousand times during real labour, then I’d be the first to confess that I would not be able to go through full labour. I would ask for an epidural with extra dosage till I passed out. It was like nothing like I’ve ever felt before. OK, you can laugh all you want……. On to better news, my good friend from London is arriving in 10 days to greet the newborn and is currently busy shopping for us! Tee has asked for more difficult jigsaw puzzles (they are so limited in KL, we probably have everything! and everything we brought back from New York, she has now outgrown). We have asked for a dozen puzzles that are 150-300 pieces and instant oatmeal sachets that have flavouring (also not available in KL) and Bramley apple pies for Nana from Marks & Spencer (also not available in KL) and perhaps some chocolate for the new Mama. And THEN, our cousins from Perth just arrived this evening and although we have not seen them yet, Nana says they have already delivered a big Dora electronic doll with an interactive backpack for Tee and lots of other goodies. I’ll probably have to sneak out tomorrow night to have dinner with them. And THEN, Nana’s best friend from Melbourne is also coming down soon. It seems like everyone’s coming to greet this new baby!!! What great timing!!! You know, tiredness (and drained, fatigued, dead beat, exhausted, worn-out, bushed) are really not the appropriate words to describe what we pregnant women experience at 8 months. It is more like all those words put together and then multiplied by a thousand. With having to wake up several times a night to go pee, with Braxton Hicks contractions, with labour anxiety insomnia, with occasional nausea……..God sure has a way of forcing your body to practise surviving on no sleep when the baby comes! He has thought of it all! Just last night, I couldn’t sleep till 4am yet woke up at 7.30am. Most days, I usually sleep from 1am to 4-6am, and another hour between 7-8am, depending on when the alien within me kicks me up! It’s bloody exhausting! And because of Tee, I don’t get to nap very often either during the day. So what do you do? Thank God, you were born a woman, because I can tell you, no man can ever survive pregnancy despite all the big talk. I have another ambitious plan (which will of course, not materialise as I am such a dreamer) that I should crazy blog 120 posts in advance so that when the baby comes out, my beloved blog will still run! What do you think? After all, if I can’t sleep, I might as well use the hours to work, right? I actually had to force myself to read a book the other day…..*shakes head* I managed only a quarter within two hours and decided to go back to blogging. SO much more fun. The Hubs didn’t allow me out today. *sigh* But I had some Kahlua last night and it was HEAVEN!!! Kahlua Creme on the rocks. It bloody rocked! I’m going to have it every night now. Pity I can only have ONE shot. I swear I could down a whole bottle, it tasted soooooooo good. So I stayed at home to clear out the study with my helper. I instructed, she did the work. I discovered a baby diary that I’d kept of Tee of all her development milestones!!!!! FAR OUT!!! I never even knew I had that!!! I spent an hour browsing through to see what she ate when, who her friends were when she was 0-12 months old, what we did together, when she started talking, her first words, her first turns, her first everything!!! WOW!!! I was so excited!!! I swear to God, I’d totally forgotten that I’d ever recorded anything of her life! And I am so glad that I did, so I must, must make an effort to do the same for Number 2. It is incredible that I had totally forgotten I’d ever recorded any of her milestones, don’t you think? I’m telling you, pregnancy really screws your head in. It was really, really nice reminiscing and going through Tee’s babyhood. *sigh* How fast my girl has grown……. She went for her first official swimming lesson with her Daddy this morning and apparently, she made friends with the older kids so easily by introducing herself chirpily and then became best buddies and started inviting them all to her birthday party which we have not even started planning yet. Since she didn’t have a birthday party last year, we promised her a perfect birthday party this year and then no more birthday parties till she is twelve. She has been extremely particular in who she wants to invite to her party and even has strict guidelines on exactly how she wants it to be. It is difficult because I would like to invite some people too but she says they are not HER friends and since this is HER party, she should invite only those whom SHE wants to invite. What say you? Wiped out every single email on my gmail accidentally. It just makes me SO MAD, but I’ll just accept it as pregnant, frazzled brain for now. Apologies again to those who’ve taken time to comment and email and will not be getting a response now. Sorry….sorry……sorry. The baby isn’t out yet but I have a strong gut feel that she’s going to make it just fine. Call it God’s message to me or whatever. I woke up with a distinct hangover this morning – at 10.33am and despite the fact that I bought a bottle of Kahlua from Cold Storage costing RM99.99 yesterday, I did not consume any. Why am I having a hangover? A pregnant hangover….Perhaps the craving for the Kahlua was so intense that I actually imagined myself consuming half a bottle. Could it be durians? I ate a shit load of durians yesterday. OK – 20 seeds to be exact, and I didn’t drink much all day either. Bad, bad, bad…… Bless my Mom, she brought me out to buy 7 packets of durians (she understands a pregnant lady’s needs) and of course, I had to have it immediately. Nope, I couldn’t wait till we got home. It was like a drug. I was the pregnant druggie who had been deprived of heroine for 22 hours and just HAD to have it immediately. Bless my Mom again for allowing me to contaminate her car with the stench, isn’t she the greatest Mom? Here is Tee, who had to put on a surgical mask to survive the smell in the car, despite numerous begging attempts to Mommy to ‘please NOT eat the durians NOW!!’
As you can see, she did not get her way yesterday. I had a great day yesterday. My masseuse came in the morning and wiped out all my knots. She (being a British nurse) was impressed that my Doctor had called me in the morning just to check on what my status was. I had durians. I bought Kahlua for emergencies (like maybe tonight? *wink*). My DOCTOR gave me the go ahead to eat durians and drink Kahlua (although she did qualify, a FEW seeds only and Kahlua not to be taken together with durians). I slept well last night. But I now have a hangover?! I know I’m supposed to be in bed but you know, now I know how Tee feels whenever we want her to take a nap. I promise, Monday will be my last day out of the house as some ladies are organising a baby shower spa session for me and I truly can’t miss that, can I?  |
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