(A parent mentioned I looked younger after giving birth. Really? I think I’m all of 26, right?)

P/S: Aaliya’s blog updated.

Starting off, a little message from Aaliya….

Heh… brought her to my school for the annual Food&Fun Fair in conjunction with National Day. She slept through all the ruckus of the fair but as soon as we went back to the carpark, she was wailing. Thank goodness she only acted up after that. I wonder what would happen if she were to make noise during the fair. This girl, if it’s time to sleep, she’ll sleep through even a war with exploding bombs here and there. But if it’s not the time, she’ll wake up at even at the sound of a dropping pin in a silent room. Sheesh.

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I went to K-K again yesterday for a problem I’ve been facing since like almost a month ago.

Seriously, I hate going to the 24-hours clinic there but since I couldn’t stand it, I went down anyways.

Why I hate going there? Somehow, I’ve had more bad encounters than good ones there.

When I had a miscarriage last year, I was faced with a male doc who told me, “There doesn’t seem to be any heartbeat. You can try to wait and check again in a few days time but I don’t think it makes a difference.” Ok, so you will never get to know how it feels like to be told  that the new life you’re carrying was not meant to be. But, I believe there is a much better and more soothing way of saying it to your patient than “it won’t make a difference”, right?

Of course, I’m not saying that being male has anything to do with it. I’ve been treated by a male doc before and he was very nice and gentle. And I’ve read of nice encounters people had with the male docs they go to.

Some female ones aren’t that pleasant as well. One who did a painful pap smear on me and one who said, “I know it’s painful” with the most un-empathetic face you can imagine. Yesterday’s encounter, was no different. I opted for a female doc and I got a young-ish doc who looked like she was forced to be there on the eve of National Day. The way she asked me questions was almost, rude. When she examined me, she even pressed on my caesarean wound. WTF? If I wasn’t tired, I swore I would have told her off. Dy would have too. I told her I wanted a follow-up with my own gynae. No-fucking-way was I going to be follow up with her.

Nasib baik anak aku, The Lean-Mean-Farting-Machine, tak ikut… kalau tidak…

Well, ok. i’m not exactly physically tired since I’m still on maternity leave and all.

Just mentally exhausted. Especially about blogging.

I mean, I blog-hop around and there are so many people out there with such colourful lives and they have much to blog about. Me, on the other hand, live my life in mono. Ok, I could be exaggerating there a weeny bit. There are many things that go on in my life every day now with having my own family and all, I just think blogging about it, is kinda like, redundant. First and foremost, it’s exhausting typing things out in English. Secondly, I doubt I get any visitors at all to this site.

So, I’m contemplating on whether to even continue with this. Cos’ there’s that little voice in my head telling me that blogging’s one of the few ways I get to practise my English since I’ll be using Malay when I teach everyday. And also, a blog is one ‘diary’ that has been with me since, well, since before I met Dy. I get intrigued when I re-read all my entries from that time and I bet a few years down the road, I’ll be pleasantly surprised with what I’ve typed in 20-08.

So, I dunno. Kinda stuck in a rut here.

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On a lighter note, Dy has started school already. And I feel like a proud mother on her son’s first day of school. Dy, blajar betul2, k? Ini NIE tau? Jangan main2 nanti anak kita takde pampers.

And speaking of anak, Aaliya received her first bling-bling from her maternal nenek a.k.a my mom. She found a smaller version of her own locket and so, bought it for Aaliya. I, for one, am not into accessories, so…

Yes, Aaliya’s getting chubbier by the day. Which makes her cheeks all the more irresistable to kiss and romos. But for me, I bite them. Wakaka… good thing she’s getting taller too, though. Else she’d prolly be like Marshmellow Man with all the arm ‘muscle’ she has.

She’s beginning to talk and laugh back to us when we talk to her. Her longest was a 3-syllabic gibberish response. Heh. She also actively kicks her legs and waves her arm around when she’s excited by the mobile on her cot. She looks intensely at the pictures in the books i bought for her. And she watches tv. Ahakz. Though it has only been 2 days, but she has been sleeping the nights quite well these past days. But one thing’s for sure, when she hasn’t got enough of milk, she’ll cry and in the midst, you can hear her scream, “A-YER!” (as in ‘air’ or ‘water’ in Malay). I kid you not. Haha.

I feel blessed.

It feels weird to have menses again after like almost a year of absence. No wonder I’d been cranky these pass few days. Heh. Thank God though I did not get those cramps I used to get back then. Well, at least not for this cycle I guess. However, I’m hoping my menses from now on will be somewhat less painful than before. But then again, after going through a miscarriage, being pregnant and enduring labour and giving birth, menstrual cramps should be a breeze. *gulps*

I have the contraceptive pills I asked gynae for. I’d been contemplating on whether to really actually take them, weighing the pros and cons and all. And since Aaliya doesn’t wanna breastfeed no more, I’m prolly going to take them. So at least I can get my hormones in check and, stop lactating. Anyways, I wouldn’t wanna have another kid SO soon. Besides, I must let my s-i-l bask in attention of being pregnant. Aaliya’s gonna have a cousin early next year. Insya-Allah. Yeay~

Speaking of Aaliya, alhamdullilah, she’s getting much better. Hopefully, she’ll recover over the weekend. Dy & I made a blog for her where we’ll be putting up updates of her and also pics. Kinda like a storage and tracking place for us. So, hop on to http://aaliya.kapoosh.net anytime, aight? Leave a note there if you would like to be linked up. =D

Alrightey, the Lil’ One calls. 2 months old already. Time flies by so darn fast.