Nivea Avocado Oil

Through out my stay at the hospital recently...I received lotsa comments from the doctors bout strecth mark. Yup...they were so impressed that I dont have any strecth mark although this is my 2nd pregnancy and had a triplet pregnancy previously.

They asked me what cream/lotion/oil did I use. Oh nothing expensive... i tried using the Cocoa Butter which apparently seems to berather famous to prevent pregnancy strecth mark, but it wasn't suitable for me. I had small2 rashes on my tummy when I used it. Then I was recommended to use the Franch Oil but it was very thick...find it hasle to us it.

So what's the answer to my strecth mark free....Tadddaaaaa

Thanks to hubby for rubbing the oil on my tummy (though at times he needed constant reminder to rub it...hehehe). And although I am not discpline enough in putting the oil (coz when hubby goes to work, I'm simply lazy to do it myself) it still helps me from having strecth mark free. Yabedabeduuuu. Yup, when hubby around, rajin pulak nk remind die. but when he's not around i'll conviniently lupe about the oil...hahahah. Ngada2 that is! ;)

A Graduate....?!??!?!

Here's the post as promised. My experience with a student doctor which I find it verrryyy scary to have such doctor in future!

He came with another two friends to ask about my case cause they have to do case presentation infront of their professor.

It will be a long entry if I were to tell in detail, so i'll just highlight some of the question that I think very ridiculous!!!


Scenario 1
He: Ini anak yang ke berapa?
Me: This my second pregnancy, first pregnancy was a triplet.
He: (Looked at his friend and showed his fingers..two fingers then three fingers?
Me: (Gosh I was like &#*$&@?? He doesn't know triplets means THREE???)

Scenario 2
He wanted to measure the size of my tummy to see what's my gestation (how many weeks am i pregnant) and apparently there are two methods..either by using fingers or the measuring tape. His friend asked him to proceed either way to measure my gestation. He then asked his friend...

He: Which one is more accurate? Fingers or measuring tape?
His friend: Well, are your fingers the same size as mine?
He: So which one more accurate? Do I use my fingers or the tape?

Gosh...can't he put two and two things together. His friend clearly point out that not everyone have the same size of fingers...so obviously tape is more accurate aight??

But he still didn't get it. His friend ended up telling him that measuring tape is more accurate
And his respond was...

He: Ohh...


Scenario 3:
He: Anak puan laki atau perempuan?
(are your children girl or boy?)
Me: A girl and a boy
He: Anak lelaki brapa umur? (how old is your boy?)
Me: 1 year 2 weeks.
He: Anak perempuan? (and your girl?)
Me: ANAK KEMBAR SAMA UMUR LARRRRR (they are twins...same age!)
He: Ohh...

I really feel like knocking his head at the wall!!!


Scenario 4:
He: Kepala bayi di mana? (where's your baby's head?)
Me: How am i supposed to know?
He: (He gave me a suprise look and said..) You don't know???
Me: You are the doctor....you are suppose to tell me!
He: Yang bahagian keras itu kepala bayi. (The harden part is the baby's head)
Me: Oh, sorry I don't know that. You can go round the ward and make a survey how many pregnant mom out there knows where their baby's head.
He: Oh, some people know.
Me: Sorry...i'm not the "some" who knows.

He: Do you know where is your baby's leg?
Me: NO!
He: Well, where there are movement....that's the leg
Me: But it can also be the hand moving aight??!?!?
He: (Remain quiet)


Scenario 5:
He: Why were you admitted?
Me: I was having contraction
He: Macam mane awak tau itu contraction? ( how do you know it was a contraction)
Me: I felt the discomfort and pain.
He: Was it discomfort or pain?
Me: The pain causes the discomfort.
He: Tapi discomfort dan pain tak sama, yang mana satu? (But discomfort and pain is not the same? What did you actually feel?)
Me: Well, it was pain but I consider it tolerable, thus i call it discomfort.
He: Tak sama wo (But that's not the same)
Me: (I think there will be no end to it..so I told him off) Kay kay...it was pain then!

He: Brapa lama contraction ( how long was the interval between your contraction?)
Me: It was every 5 miuntes then it goes up to every 3 minutes.
He: Kenapa mula2 setiap 5 min kemudian setiap 3 min? (Why was it at first every 5 mins then it goes to every 3 mins)
Me:(I really feel like knocking his head...how am I supposed to answer that??!?!?!)
- then his friend whispered to him "You are not supposed to ask such question, but instead you are supposed to tell her why it happen that way!"

Yes, by now even his friends were embarassed with such questions that he gave me...

There were soo many other dumb question that he asked me...the entry would be too long for me to write in detail....

Well, wondering what's the background of this student doctor?
His background: A GRADUATE medic student from Beijing. but since his university that he attended not being recognize by our Education Ministry, he need to do few more years here to get his degree recognise. So technically he is in fact a GRADUATE!

Longest 3 Days of My Life

24th June 2008:

At about 5am, suddenly i felt some discomfort...well it was more of a backache. The exact kind of pain that I felt during my triplets pregnancy (which I ignored and slept over it) and ended up I was dilated 9cm and ready to give birth at 26 weeks of gestation.

So this time around, I was more alert. I knew the pain was bearable but to avoid another premature baby...woke hubster up and told him about the pain. We went to the 24 hrs clinic at first..thought the doctor could roughly tell us whether I'm in early labbour or it is just another pregnant discomfort. But the doctor was like half asleep and was uncertain what to do thus suggested us to go the hospital straight. (according to him, just by scanning...it can't tell much).

Although, I'm booked under D'sara Specialist, thinking that I might ended up in labour...we decided to go to University Hospital instead since our miracles bAbies were born and nurses there. So we rushed to the hospital Emergency Unit. Actually by the time we reached there I was no longer in pain...but since I was already wheeled in the emergency unit, we waited for the gynae to come and have a look. Oh...i was in fact having contraction (which I didn't feel a thing). In fact my contraction was like twice every 5 minutes!

The doctor straightaway said that I need to be admitted and to be send to the labour room...I was like "ohh...noooo! not another premmie baby".

In the labour room...they put the CTG machine on my tummy to monitor baby's heart rate as well as my contraction. Oh apparently I was having contraction every 3 minutes but then again...i felt nothing. Doctor rushed to checked for the availability of incubator in case I ended up giving birth. They wanted to give me medication called Dexa which supposed to matured my baby's lung (again, in case I ended up giving birth) but I told them I'm allergic to it. They find it impossible to be allergic to the medication coz that medication is supposed to supress any allergy. So they decided to give me a test dose, just under my skin and see if there's any reaction. After an hour or so..there wasn't any reaction. Thus I was given the first dosage of the injection. ( a total of four dosage to be completed). I ended up in the labour room till 3pm...cause i was still having contraction and was given medication to stop it.

I was then pushed to the ward upstairs and there I was stuck for 2 nites...


Why was I there for two nites? Coz I have to finish my 4 dosage of Dexa that was given to me every 12 hours.



25th June 2008:

Doctors did their round and came to check me. Guess what? I was actually still having my contraction. Did I feel it? Nope...I didn't. I guess that's explain why when I reached hospital for my first pregnancy I was already 9 cm dilated. Doctors said my pain of threshold must be rather high than. So they warn me...the minute I felt any discomfort..even the slighest ever, regardless even if it is tolerable, I still need to come to the hospital.

My Dexa injection completed at night and i was soooo looking forward to go home the next day. I miss my babies soooo much. All this while, they are never out of my sight. And there I was 2 nites without them.


Oh, pApa did a suprise for mOmmy. The second day pApa came with the babies to visit me...they wore rompers with printed picture of mOmmy and written on it "We miss our mOmmy!!!" Awwww....so sweet!



26th June 2008:


Early morning, doctors came to do their round. They asked me if there's any pain. I told them...that I didnt feel anything even after being told I'm having my contraction. So they scheduled me for a scan to see if everything is okay. I was begging the doctor to discharge me.


Scan was done at about 3:30pm... i was crossing my fingers for everything to be okay. By the time I return to the ward...doctors have finish their roundings. And I was like "gosh...does that mean I have to sleep another night?!?!?!" The minute I saw a doctor I chased after her to inform I did my scan and please have a look at it. She said she will look into it but 5 minutes later i no longer see her in the ward. DAmn....felt like crying.

Then I saw another doctor, again I chased after her but she said she can have a look at the scan but have no authority to discharge me. Need at least a senior Medical Officer to do so. Few minutes later I saw another doctor, I approached him and asked..why no doctor came to see me. He said compulsory round is only in the morning, in the afternoon...they don't see all patients. Only those they think need to be seen. I was begging him to look into my case. Almost crying! He was king enough, he assured me a doctor will look into it.

But soon after, the doctor lak dissapeared. And there I was crying on my bed......

Mom and Hanah came wiz my babies while pApa park the car. they caught me crying..huhu. Thus mom went to ask the nurse can I be discharge. Oh, the doctor that dissapeared was actually chasing after her lecturer to show my scan result. What a relief. Soon after, the lecturer came and said that I need to do a final CTG and if everything goes well...I may then go home.

Yabedabeduuuuu...things went well. And now I'm back, home sweet home!


p/s: stay tuned for another episode of story. Preview: A student doctor who doesn't know triplets means THREE!!!

Another Historical Date for the Month of June

24th - 26th June 2008

THE LONGEST 3 DAYS OF MY LIVE!!!

*will write about it soon...

We Love You pApa!

How was fAthers' dAy celebrated? It was pApa who ended up in the kitchen doing Macaroni for me :D

Well, besides putting on the two rompers on my bAbies that was made wiz l0ve by mOmmy, nothing else happened.... And the reason being:

1) Wanted to go out with the rest of the family but both my bro are not around and my sis, Hanah is coming back soon...so might as well wait for all to be around.

2) On second thought, wanted to belanja (whoever is around), my parents and all the 4 of us dinner but dAd is scheduled for a medical check-up the next morning, so he didn't want to makan besar. wanna control his colestrol level...so there goes my offer.

Looks like we will have a fAther's dAy celebration but a belated one soon...

Meanwhile, a BIG SHOUT OUT to pApa (hubby) bApak (my dad) and ayAh (father-in-law)

HAPPY FATHERS' DAY!

To pApa, thanks for being such a lovely dad to the babies, my stronger backbone during those critical times our bAbies were in the hospital, waking up middle of the night to do milk when the bAbies cry for it, changing their diapers (my nose tend to be super sensitive for this pregnancy, thus all diaper time pApa is taking the tender ;)) bathing them...oh they are getting heavier and heavier for a 32 weeks pregnant lady to carry and bathe them, sleeps in a sitting position to hold the baby up whenever they have block nose while mOmmy on the other hand tido terbaring, nyenyak and selesa, sedut the bAbies' mucus manually when they have flu, melayan mOmmy's never ending kerenah of hungry but not knowing what to eat, and of cause keep the babies occupied while mOmmy busy blogging away, hehehe...and the list can go on and on, impossible for me to even jot down every single sacrifice that pApa have made to the fAmily.

And best thing of all, to make it possible for mOmmy to be a homemaker while all my needs and wants are fulfilled. ( but please dont u ever picture in mind that homemakers sit at home and just goyang kaki...i certainly don't have time for that but instead i'm busy chasing after the two bAbies. It's definately more tiring than what I used to work 10 hours a day, 5 days a week) And also, putting aside what he wants so that he could fulfill the needs and wants of his babies and yours truly =)

The latest photo of the King with his Prince and Princess...shots taken today just before pApa left for work (oh pengsan lar mOmmy, pApa takde till rabu)

WE LOVE YOU PAPA!

AND WE CERTAINLY MISSES YOU WHEN YOU ARE AWAY FOR WORK!!!

p/s: wat do u wish to have pApa? perhaps we shall go to ur fav hardware store and mOmmy belanja u any drill or any other DIY stuff u wish to have...j0m!

My first and second attempt

In the previous post I was saying how difficult it was or rather how impossible to get my bAbies to hold the sign "WE ARE 1!". So mOmmy decided to do her first handcraft (idea originate from Aida =) )....

And here's the outcome...






After done with the 1st attempt...suddenly it pop in my head to do something for fAther's day. Unfortunately, I seriously don't know how to draw. (yup, even the simple gal and boy symbol above i had trouble drawing...) At first I thought of doing something "pApa is my hero" but I couldn't figure out any symbol to go along with it ( i mean symbol that I know how to draw). Thus I came out with a different phrase " PAPA'S LIL PRINCE" and "PAPA'S LIL PRINCESS"

And here's the outcome of ym 2nd attempt...








Yes, I know there's lots of space for improvement. But most importantly, it was made with l0ve =)

If only...

If only I had recorded what had happened....


athirAh was in a standing position, holding on to the bed. She then confidently let go one hand and wanted to let go the other hand. Somehow she knew she will lost her balance and wanted to be back into her sitting position. But it looks to me that she was trying to figure out the best way to sit down without any falling impact. Meanwhile...hArith was putting an eye on athirAh. I'm sure he was doing a monologue "hmm..i wonder what my sister is trying to do". Then suddenly, athirAh decided to just let go her hand, which is how she usually does it and land on her padded buttock a.k.a pampers.


To my suprise hArith started to laugh, and giggle out loud to athirAh. It was as though he was trying to say "I knew there was nothing else u could do except just drop urself to the floor". I was sooo amused to see hArith laughing away. I joined him, yup i laugh at athirAh too...hihi. And spontaneously I raised my hand and said "high 5 hArith!" and to my suprise he gave me a high 5. Thought it was coincidence. So I did again "high 5 hArith!" and again "high 5 hArith!"... he he responded to all of it. Wow...who taught you "high 5" hArith?


Hmm..must be pApa's doing behind my back. Way to go hArith. and athirAh...please please stop being toooo daring. My gal is scared with nothing. She would climb anything, everything, anywhere, any time. She does realise the depth between the bed and floor, but that doesnt scare her at all, instead she would stretch her hands out waiting to touch the ground. So she would land on her hand first instead of face.

Well, just a day after my bAbies started crawling, they started climbing up stairs. athirAh had already climbed flight of stairs..all the way from downstairs to upstairs. Thought she would be exhausted by the time she reaches upstairs...but no she wasn't. She continued climbing the tv cabinet.


And below..hArith is showing his interest in rock climbing. Wayy to go hArith. Lets share the same passion with mOmmy =)

My bAbies turn 1!

Al-hamdulillah

Nope, there wasn't any birthdAy bash. pApa said they are too young to appreciate it. But we did send a birthdAy cake to the nurses and doctors that help to nurse them during their critical stage. All nurses were so hAppy to see them. Everyone started to take out their phone to take shots of my bAbies.

While in the Special Care Nursery (SCN) I took the opportunity to peep at other babies. Oh...how small they were. Find it hard to believe that my bAbies were once that small too and now have grown well and healthy. I thank Allah for this precious gift. And because of that, instead of doing a birthdAy bash we decided to do kenduri doa selamat at Rumah Anak Yatim Pinggir Taman Tun.

Oh in case you are wondering how the cake looks like...here it is...tadaaaaaa.

And we also wanted to capture photos of our babies being 1 year old. But gosh, it was sooo difficult to get both of them in the right position. We wanted them to hold the sign "WE ARE 1" but it was just impossible. The paper ended up crumple and almost torn. So the only solution was this....

Belated post?

I was expecting my maid to come back so I could update all the belated post. But looks like i just have to forget about those belated post. Don't think it is possible for me to the Mothers' DAy post that I have been tag by my friends.

Nway, for mOthers' dAy, it was a good excuse for me to splurge on Hagen Danz ice-cream cake. Bought it for mAma and we all had it for tea and brother compliment it wiz a bouquet of flower. Next day we went for family dinner at Bubba Gump, the Curve. It was nothing great for me. Don't see any reason that would make me want to go there again.

And pApa bought for me new bAby bag, skip*hop. My previous Storksak can no longer accomodate my two babies' stuff. Thus pApa bought two massenger skip*hop =). A blue and a pink. It hangs nicely at the stroller, making it easier to reach for stuff. thAnks deAr!

Well, main intention of this post was to write about my first out-station journey. But it is almost midnite, i better catch my sleep because tomorrow will be any tiring day.

That's all for now, till i can find some time to spare here....

I AM OFFICIALLY WITHOUT A MAID

I HAD ENOUGH OF HER LIES

(*anak sakit lar, permit problem lar, tiket abis lar,mak meninggal dunia lar)

THUS

LEAVING ME WITH TWO SUPER ACTIVE BABIES

TO HANDLE

(Oh pengsan lar guwe bile pApa pegi keja)