Singkapoh, here I come.

This weekend, I'm going to make a very lightning fast, super hurry, rush trip to Down Below. Remember the little baby who appeared some weeks ago? It's her full moon's day, and there's going to be a little party at her posh home. Who wanna miss that?

Actually, I'm not really keen to make the hurried trip, considering the big guy needs to go to school and it's just like, what, probably about 40 hours packed inside. And most likely half of it will go to spending it at my hubby's sister's area. Not that I am unfriendly to her, but when you have (a) your own nephews and niece to play with and (b) your inlaws with a newborn baby who is just good for cuddling for, say, 10 mins, which one would you like to spend your time with? See? Exactly what I'm trying to say.

Anyway, my big boss is really a family man, and he made some "threats" discreetly, so there we go, committed to see that the big guy is well trained to be the top ponteng student in future. Sigh..

(Oh dear! I look like preggie into my 5th month, after savoring each biji durian one after another, not daring to drink water when I was done for fear I will bloat, and here I am, still bloating and I can't sleep.. ish! Angry, but still not regretting what I had done, God, I'm a hopeless case)

Back to the little baby, here I was chatting with the new mom, and listening to the oh-so-familiar tales of crying baby nonstopping, asking for advices what could possibly go wrong and how to overcome it super fast. I wanted to tell her "enjoy the process, dear".. hehe, yeah, I'm just wicked, kill me.

But that was exactly the kind of nightmare I had dealing with my eldest son. The first month when I had him was pretty good, albeit me being a little bit depressed for God knows why. Into the 2nd month, he was making me paranoid whenever he started to stir from his sleep, and the first hint he will be wailing for unknown reason, I will pick him up before it starts. I have tried rocking him to sleep, letting him suck on my "wonders of the chest", oh just whatever there could be.

Most times, I carried him until he sleeps in my arms and I dared not make any movement to just let him sleep on. Once, I had done just that for about few hours straight into the night and my bladder almost burst! *violin playing in the background the song "shi shang zhe you ma ma hau...*

But no, he just lurved to wail.. and it could go on for hours. And frankly speaking, I would have this evil thought to just cover him with a pillow to stop the noise. Of course, my better self held me back. The point I'm trying to say is, having a baby is unlike playing Barbie doll. The reality of babysitting is so harsh we can't fathom it at all before we got ourselves pregnant. All I had wanted at that time was "Give me a baby, I don't care, I believe I can manage, I can, what comes may".

But of course, your own blood and flesh brings lots of other good stuffs and many cheers and laughter. Especially in their toddler years. The best years in a mom's life, aren't they?

So, to my sil, I advised her not to stress herself over the baby too much, and it's basically all "trial and error" to see which methods works and which not. Nobody will be able to advise her what's the best way for she's the only one who understands her baby in this process.

As for myself, I can't sit back too much either. My kids are driving me nuts and need serious attention from me for some disciplinary actions.

(Oh yeah, I was out shopping to get gifts for my nephews, niece, little baby, new mommy, shopping is really rejuvenating, so happy now, but won't be happy when big boss sees all that, blek)

Who else gonna share some miseries of baby not equals Barbies? Those with easy going kids, you need not comment. :)