- Happy Birthday to ME -



My son turned a BIG ONE on last Tuesday 29 May 2007. Unfortunately, he was too sick to celebrate. No cakes, no swimming pool, no outing, only medication. His mama was still sick too.

I wish he will grow bigger and walk faster and stay cute always. Muahz. I love him so much!!

- Graduation Ceremony -

One lucky chap. He was one of the latest TP Graduates to get to wear that graduation dress. At first, he wanted to rent it but after wearing it for half a day, he got shioked so he decided to keep it.

I didn't get to attend the whole ceremony, coz of our little son. So his parents went instead. I could see hubby was proud as hell to achieve something with his own effort.

I'm proud of him too!

- Illness -

On that very day too, my mil was actually not feeling well. However, she push aside her not feeling wellness and joined along with the whole day celebration for her son's happiness. Yah, we not only dragged her to our house, but to White Sands, Ikea & Courts Tampines and lastly Tampines Mart.

Hubby wanted so much for a LCD 37inch TV that he couldn't wait another day to buy it. And he bought it.

3 days later, he also managed to fixed our wall unit air condition in our master bedroom. He fixed it with a new one though. Lol.

Anyway, 2 days later after his graduation day, we woke up early to find our son having bloody high fever, while me having bad coughing and body aching. Hubby took half day leave and brought us to Pasir Ris Polyclinic. I must say, I don't like Polyclinic.

I hate queuing up early in the morning just to be able to be registered and served early. My son's temperature reached 39.6 degree celsius and the doctor only prescribed medication and nothing else, despite vomitting twice.

I was prescribed with what i'd like to call 'weak medication' as I was pregnant. The medication didn't help much for both me and my son. His temperature throughout the day was still in the range of 39 degree celsius.

By evening, hubby had to call my dad and told my parents that he wanted to bring Abdurrahman to KKH. So along with them, we went to KKH. I was still aching as hell, wearing 3 layers of clothing and socks. I vomitted once and after hubby saw me vomitting, he had a migraine. Our son vomitted again too.

At KKH, his temperature was 40.2 degree celsius. Helped was given, in a form of bed and pushed in the butt hole pill to bring down the temperature. He whimpered and cried restlessly. He didn't even want to sleep on the bed, instead on my 8 months belly.

We were there for 5 hours before doctor let us went home. Luckily he didn't see the need for our son to be admitted. Phew. But that night, hubby had to look after him coz I too had the fever. I was already too weak to look after him.

Next day, hubby brought me to see my Dr. Tan and 2-3 days later, I was cured and only needed to finish up the AntiBiotic. Abdurrahman's fever went up and down for the next 4 days and he started to cough. He has phlegm and he couldn't get the bloody thing out of his mouth.

Again, he would roll and whimpered and cried as he cough and cough, with tears running down his cheeks. It really was not a good thing for me to watch my son suffer, let me suffer, but not him.

The source of virus actually came from my sil. She got sick and then my mil got really sick. Followed by my fil and then my son and me and haha.. my mom! I won't deny being angry at the virus coz it hurts watching my son suffered so much and so long. But then, hubby too was awared of the situation and my feeling and he told me that he's banning anyone that is sick to go near my son in future.

But i was still angry. Then he told me to chill as he felt guilty too for he knew his mom was sick on that day and we went out instead of chilling at home. So my angry-ness subsided.

Then he thought everything was fine and falling back to normal, when he received a bad call from my sil that one night. He actually just returned from visiting his parents. My mil had passed out and was sent to SGH Emergency. Apparently, she stopped breathing for awhile.

I told hubby to use my dad's car and rushed over. My mil was admitted until now. She had minor heart attacks and will be in hospital for a couple of days as doctor tried to find the source of her attacks. Poor her.

So I prayed for her wellness soon. I'm truly sorry I can't be there as much as possible.

Oh by the way...I'm back at my own crib for 2-3 weeks, before going back to my parent's crib. I have exactly a month left before I'd be operated on again. Sigh.