Category Archives: Motherhood
Hyperdrive
OK, my boobs have definitely gone into hyperdrive. Over the last few days, I kept getting the feeling that K was not getting enough to feed and so was pumping like crazy, each time trying to top the previous pump. Now, mi … Continue reading
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We’ve been Mycoplasma-ed!
Egads and triple egads! B has a mycoplasma infection and is diagnosed with bronchitis. We are told we have to rent the nebuliser for 5 days and administer it 4 times a day! I feel so mad with myself for not … Continue reading
Heart Installation
I come out of the shower to find the whole apartment peppered with hearts. B has tagged the bed, table, chest of drawers, floor, wall, door, piano with heart-shaped post-it notes. I quickly grab the camera – B has put up an … Continue reading
Protected: Swirly Portraits
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Dawn Rain
The thing about night feeds is – after turning on the steriliser, warming up the refrigerated milk, doing the bottle feed, burping, changing nappy, burping again, expressing milk, and changing your own jammies which is soaked right through from leaky … Continue reading
The Blue Dog
Phew. Both kids in bed. B puked all over the bed. We have to do something about that cough. It’s been nearly a month. The whole family is sputtering away, except for K. The antibodies from my milk must be working, … Continue reading
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The Singapore Winter
A fairly grey Tuesday morning. A passing shower and then a nice cool breeze. I love the November and December months in Singapore. It makes the weather bearable and this is the only time of the year where I am fully … Continue reading
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Marshmallows and Jelly
The silence is sublime. B is downstairs with M. It’s her daily 5 o’clock playground workout. She is bringing down marshmallows for her friends today. I tell her jelly is not good as the cold temperature is bad for her cough. The … Continue reading
Puffy Eyes
I still see your puffy eyes. I don’t want to see your puffy eyes. I just want to see you.
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Ponder With PEK 