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My mom got robbed of her gold chain while she was out at the market.  Robbed by two fucking illegal low life  immigrants which this damn government needs to put a stop and do something. We’re just so thankful that she was not harmed in any way except for bruises in her arms, legs and neck and that her handbag wasn’t taken. But the more I think about it, why should we even feel thankful that she was spared of that when such a thing shouldn’t have happened to anyone in the first place ? She fell to the ground but managed to break her fall otherwise I dare not imagine what other damages could have happened. She’s extremely sad over the lost of her chain which was with her for the past 20 years.

Sometimes I don’t understand how this fucking universe works. I just don’t get it. She’s the nicest most sincere person I know on this planet and I’m not just saying it coz she’s my mom. YET, she had to go through such an ordeal which she did not deserve. At all. It’s not about losing the gold chain; it’s the trauma of having to go through something that she clearly didn’t deserve. It breaks my heart every time I think about the way she was violated by those scums.

Did God forget to give them a conscience or heart? Why did he award them such ‘bravery’ and strength to pull off such a stunt? Why wasn’t HE on a look out for her? Why doesn’t HE look out for the good? Why did HE have to go create such people and call them his children?

Why? Questions after questions to myself, yet I can’t seem to find a decent answer.

Why should such a thing happen to her when I know of other mean people who deserve ten times fold, yet they get along life quite nicely!!! Why?

Really makes you wonder sometimes, what the fuck is wrong with this bloody world and if life itself is one big sick twisted joke.

I hope they rot in hell for their sins. All of them.

P.s: After going to see the doctor to get a tetanus jab, she actually came home to cook and bathe my daughter despite us telling her not to. That’s my mom for you. And I will personally fucking tear up the next scum who brings her any harm so help me god!

 Sairah’s daddy was away for 5 days in Perth for some urgent matters. Although he offered to pay for my ticket so I could tag along, I had to turn it down coz of the baby. Naturally.

He would text and call me everyday saying he bought clothes for our girl. I would cringe my nose each time wondering what exactly did he buy because let’s face it……..the man’s taste in clothes can be a little off sometimes. We’re talking about someone who gets bored when he goes shopping with me and who needs my nod of approval or opinion on outfit chosen whenever we go out. Let’s not forget this is the same guy who can pick out a shirt in less than 3 minutes when he shops. Tops.

So for the love of our daughter I was hoping he would actually spend more than 3 minutes before deciding which one to buy. 

When he got home, his bag was filled with goodies, most chocolately stuff (great, like I can afford any of those now). He got his wife tons of shampoos (one would thing I have three heads or something) and then he pulled out the outfits he bought my baby girl, which totally took me by surprise because it really supersedes all notions I have of his shopping habits.

The clothes were indeed adorable!! And from the looks of it, took more than 3 minutes because they actually match

Sairah loves elephants but Daddy forgot that was sooo last week coz now she seems to be into lions :)  It’s still one of my fav outfit, love the bright pink shorts!

At one point I actually had to tell him to stop shopping coz she already has more than enough clothes. Yup, he actually went to more than 1 mall in those 5 days!! Amazing what a dad will do for his baby girl

I’m not sure if I should be happy or upset with the fact that the man can actually pick out girly clothes yet chose not to get me any!  Maybe I’ll be a little bit of both Either way, LOVE all the clothes he got my baby and can’t aint to dress her in it.

So my baby girl is already 3 months. That’s almost close to 100 days on this planet earth! May GOD continue to bless and guide her well.

At 3 months she can already:

Hold her head very steady (infact she was already doing this at 1 month which amazed her pediatrician)!

Turn on her own (again, started doing this at 1 month)

Scream / laugh/ giggle/ smile/ cry/ pout/sulk – you name the expression, missy already has mastered it. This also includes the art of melting her daddy’s heart – the only knight who will come to her rescue when mommy is being super strict with her :D  That also makes her a smart cookie for choosing her ‘victim’ well…..like her mom, heh

Play with her spit and make bubbles.

Can coo, make baby talk, sometime grandma talk too when she goes on for hours!

Respond to her name, our voices or when you go coo.  There is always some sort of conversation going on with just these two simply words: Ahhhh coooooo.

Hold objects for a short while.

Hold her hand together, which also includes putting her fingers/entire fist in her mouth most of the time!

Play on her own for short periods of time. She can clearly recognize her toys already.

Fake cough – YUP, little one has mastered the art of fake coughing to get some attention.

Watch tv, react to cartoons/tv shows like as if she really knows what’s going on.

Unleash her kepoh side, lol. She’s constantly stretching her cute little neck to look at things / sounds and basically just absorb her surroundings. And she loves lights!!

What’s she’s attempting to do now: Sit up (for real) and she’s trying to hold her bottle on her own!

What she needs to do:

SLEEP – this is still our no 1 concern because this baby just refuses to sleep. And as the bodysuit I got her says ‘if I don’t sleep, no one does’ truly does apply! She only takes cat naps in the afternoon lasting for 30 minutes each time. Her baby doctor says her power naps only means she’s a smart productive baby. I love a smart productive baby but it really wouldn’t hurt for her to sleep more.  

Stick to her 4.5oz feed every 3 hours – She seems to be demanding for the next feed after 2 hours-2.5 hours. It’s something we can’t afford to let her have because her weight is on the above average scale.

That said, I’ve taken out yet another pile of clothes for her to wear and I’m damn adamant that she’ll at least get to wear it once before out-growing it. This is what happens when you over-shop or when you start shopping when you were just 2 months pregnant!

No mommy I don’t want to look at your stupid camera.

*sulk mode* Not too pleased with being dumped into the car seat obviously.

The annoyed-what-the-hell-is-on-my-head look.

Aaah just one of those days….

The sleepy milk face – YAY for Milk!

What up Ma!

The puss in boots look that can melt any heart.

Bring on the fourth month yo!

I’ve been back to work for the past couple of weeks. It was horrible. Still is, though I’m settling down more. I actually cried the night before dreading the idea of being away from my baby girl. It’s funny because a month earlier, I told everyone I was sooooo bent on going back since it got hectic and tiring just looking after a newborn. I was indeed looking forward to the opportunity of being away from a crying baby, sleepless nights and wet nappies – but now that I’m back to work, I yearn for those things!!

Life is so bloody ironic sometimes.

I’m starting to hate everything about work. I hate how it’s a routine. I hate waking up in the morning, I hate going through the damn jam. I hate Malaysian drivers,  I hate being at work and thinking about my baby, wondering what she’s up to and if she’s behaving herself, I hate getting stuck in the jam just to get home. Just hate.

Have I become so used to being away from work for those 2 months? Most certainly. It’s a horrible impact. I also hate how we don’t have 3-4 months maternity leave like the rest of the world. Above all, I hate how I’m missing out on her developments and daily antics. It’s just something we working moms have to go through, which only makes us tough(er) I suppose.

I did speak to the husband about the prospect of quitting my job. He gave me the green light but conveniently added that we’ll just have to live a little frugally (which means cutting down on holidays and banishing my addiction and love for online shopping!) until his part-time business takes off.

We conveyed the idea to my dad who of course blatantly puts it as ‘wasting away your education’ and proceeded with a lecture that if it was my goal to be a housewife I shouldn’t have gone to Uni and wasted his $. Dads! But I know him better, it’s just a way of him making sure I remain independent, just incase

After considering the advantages and disadvantage of leaving my job, I have to admit, there are more pros to continue slaving away because that would mean providing my baby a better life and more importantly, I’ll get to buy her whatever her little heart desires without having to ask permission from her dad (thought I suspect he’s more likely to spoil her rotten with whatever she wants!)

The arrangement so far is to leave my baby with my parents on’ weekdays and we take over on weekends. For now I have been staying at my parents place (yea I’m the almost-30 year old kid who refuses to move out!), because my baby is being looked after by my Mom and Baby Sis.  Mommies and sisters are heaven-sent really! But starting next week or so I’ll be dropping by their place after work, spend some time with my baby girl and then go back to our apartment. It’s going to be tiring, I know it will be but it’s just a short arrangement until my baby is able to have a proper sleeping routine. Thank God we just live 10 minutes away though!

Meanwhile I shall continue to sulk at work all day long for as long as it takes until I hit the damn bloody jackpot so I can stay at home!!I hope someone up there is listening.

Goodness, does 1 year really fly that fast? It feels like it was only yesterday that we had the Christmas reunion in JB (also the night I got knocked up yes!) with these bunch and here we are again for Grace’s wedding in KL with baby in tow!

The first event was a little get together on Friday night. It was also Baby Sairah’s FIRST party debut and introductory to the Chong family. So far the kid has only been out three times for short dinners hence I was a little anxious and worried about how she’ll carry herself :)  As it, packing for such an outing was also quite the task. I quickly came from work and straight away worked on putting all her clothes, diaper, milk, hot water, warm water, bottles, bibs (yes not just one but a few), towels, more diapers,  cotton balls, toys etc into the diaper bag carefully not forgetting a single important item. And boy did I run through the list many many times in my head!!

Happy to report that it went very very well and she was indeed the BELLE of the party *proud*

Let’s get this party started mommieee!!

The scene and people

Can you see how HAPPY and proud my dad looks?

Showing off his grandchild to someone

And here’s the equally very proud mommy

Get your fingers off your mouth baby girl! Oh she doesn’t look happy I know.

With Aunty Alice who is majorly taken up by Sairah

Here’s us with Uncle Deric aka Babu Loh our childhood friend. Babu being his Indian name was coined by Sis and I justtt for him.

Babu was being plain ol’ Babu by trying his very best to annoy my baby

And of course in true Babu fashion, he succeeded, see that disgusted look she gave him?

She definitely learns her expressions well from her mommy alright!

Baby and her attention seeking whore father!

Just the cute baby staring intently to the camera

Had to take a break from all that posing to feed my baby! So un-glam with the white nappy hanging over mah shoulder…

But a mama’s gotta do what a mama’s gotta do to keep her little one full.

My baby was really taken up by Uncle Steve, who also recently became a father two weeks ago to a cute baby girl named Naomi.

Yay – I already like you mister.

See the adoring look she’s giving him. I think she likes Chinese guys, heh

And here’s the best part, despite all that NOISE, she managed to doze off well.  Do you know how difficult it is to get this baby to nap in the evening at home?!

Baby’s daddy acting all silly. One shall not waste spilt wine. And it wasn’t him for the record.

Sairah with my dad’s wonderful maid who’s returning to Indonesia next week! She takes good care of my baby like it’s her own . Good help is so hard to come by thesedays.

And here’s the little one all tired out at the end of the party.

It was a joy having her around. She was easy going, loved being out (like her mom!), enjoyed the noise and attention (like her dad!), made people smile just looking at her and with that we’ll definitely be taking her out more because we know it makes her very happy.