random rant of a working mama
Archive for December, 2009
heart broken
Dec 24th
Just to see my little one suffering from dysentery breaks my heart into pieces…
Its been 2 weeks, and she is still not in normal condition.. Though she has been cheerful as always, but her tummy decided that its not the time to play yet…
Please God, I know lately I haven’t been religiously close to you, but I beg you to let me be the one who gets sick, not my little sunshine … Please…
Magic Oil
Dec 10th
When I was pregnant, I’ve spent every second of it scratching my bumps. Everyone who strikes a conversation with me during that time will definitely notice that I’m scratching away like mad. In fact, you can come to my office now and / or ask my friends about the-monkey-episodes.
People say I will definitely have super stretch-mark all over my tummy if I kept on going monkey. My first reaction was, “Ah.. So be it!” I don’t care about Stretch-marks in future. My most concern is actually the scratching and the itches; it really causes distractions at work.
When I consult my SPOG Dr. Otamar, about this, I asked him whether I should use something or take some sort of Incidal for preggers to get rid of the itches. He just laughed. He said it’s a common hormonal thing during pregnancies and there is nothing to be worried about. Some woman gets pimples all over her face, I’m lucky to have itches than to have clear-pimples-free face. He actually said that to comfort me.
When the itches leave blotches of red rash look on my tummy (Loads of red blotches), thighs, arms and even breast, I started my searches for the cure. I looked high and low, and finally the search ended the moment I found this in one Guardian shelf.
For Dry, Itchy Skin Soothing Oil is uniquely formulated to soothe, moisturize and soften the dry, itchy skin associated with pregnancy. The unique combination of Cocoa Butter, Vitamin E, Collagen, and Elastin soothes and softens skin naturally, while improving skin elasticity and firmness. The addition of Lecithin delivers further softening and smoothing effects. Convenient pump spray. Clinically and Dermatologically Tested.
I sprayed this easy-absorbing Oil twice a day each after morning shower and night bath. Despite the cocoa ingredients in it, it doesn’t have that granny smell at all, in fact, it smells nice and soothing.
My advice is to take your time when applying this oil. Give it a little more time to absorb to your skin, before you put on your clothes. (Although it does absorb rapidly).
I’ve spent the total of 4 bottles during my pregnancies resulting to a non-stretch-mark body. It really does magic.
Whoever said that Stretch-mark is a certification to pregnancies and child-bearing process is somewhat clueless to stretch-mark prevention.…
Look at me, I scratched like monkeys on steroids, and I don’t have a single stretch marks and neither do Heidi (Klum). 
(image from – Palmers’ official website)
suddenly mama
Dec 9th
So there we were.. newlyweds at their 1st year. Having a ball. Traveling plans lies ahead in our heads, thinking of places to go and those things-to-do-before-you-hit-30-sort-of-things has been nicely crafted on our nifty minds. Yeah, of course those plans exist, until one day…
The day when Armin Van Bureen’s arse shakes Jakarta
the day I strangely threw up my whole takes of Long Island Iced Tea throughout the night.
The day when I’ve became sober enough to finally realize my monthly period has been unreasonably late
The day when my girlfriends urged me to buy a test pack and pee on it
The morning that I pee on wot-so-called-HcG Kit
The morning I saw a “ + “ sign on it.
The morning I rushed to a sleeping husband, sobbing. Performing a scene from a soap opera, illustrating a teenage girl knocked up by her boyfriend, asking for the best solution
The morning I have to go to work, emotionally unstable, whether to keep the baby or not…
From the moment we decide to tie the knots, having a baby is the last thing on our mind. (Well, at least mine). It was surely a horror episode when I found out that I’m pregnant. But, surely not to keep a baby is not an option. The thought just came amidst the wave of surprises.
Surely it was just a phase where certain confuse daughter just needs calming words from her mother, saying, “Well? How long are you planning to be childless?” DANG.
That questions from my mother works like a calm sea after a perfect storm. I suddenly stop crying and sobbing. My weeping morning cheered by dear friends who suddenly decided to have lunch with me, celebrating this unexpected pregnancy. (I love you friends).
42 weeks, riding on-emotional-roller-coaster, hop in and out a merry-go-round, nurturing a baby was indeed a more than words experience to me. How could I, a person who’s into hedonistic lifestyle, be such a fussy-over-protective-mother?
How could I? A person who thinks toddlers screaming at the malls are monster, but laugh whole heartedly when Ollie jumps at her Dad’s round tummy.
Unexpected as it is, I suddenly became a mom who gets parenting tips from Google, and couple of Mailing Lists, not to mentions seminars and classes. A mom who breaks all Grand Ma’s rules and silly myths. A mom who shabbily dress her baby without a “kaos dalem”. A mom who threw out all Baby Talc Powder and Lotions. mom who cries when her baby have to take a formula-milk when we ran out of breast-milk supply. A mom who boastfully tells everybody that she goes R.U.D. (Rational Use of Drugs). A mom who proudly campaign breast-milk is the best liquid in the world. Lastly, a Mom who sticks to homemade meals even when her toddler is showing a picky-eater trend.
With a kid in your life, packed with all the hustles and bustles, things can be an absolute topsy-turvy, but it sure does made a complete human being out of you.
And this whole unexpected motherhood leads to an unexpected parenting, has been such a pleasantly bumpy ride which I’m still riding with my husband and of course, our pretty little daughter, singing “the wheel on a bus goes round and round… round and round.. round and round… “
I have no regrets. Ollie is a blessing in disguise for me. With a smart witty little girl by my side, I couldn’t ask for more.
(featured at mommiesdaily on December 9th 2009).
What could be worse….
Dec 8th
Than to be a Guest Greeter on your Best friend’s wedding?
It’s your best friend wedding!! If you are not one the maids of honor, or the best man, the master of ceremony, or maybe the Wedding Organizer, you ought to be the honorable guest who gets all the privileged to enjoy the party.
How do you feel if your best friend ask you to be a Guest Greeter on her/his wedding day?
Well, I don’t know about you, but to me, as a BEST friend, I surely will feel disappointed and dishonored.
I am writing this on a special occasion. A girl that I know from a company I’ve worked for years ago, recently got married and held a big reception in an exclusive hotel. The Guest Greeter is, of course, the Bride’s best friend. (soooooo pathetic)
Can you believe it?
Seriously, there is nothing fancy about being a Guest Greeter in a Party. Especially in a Chinese Party! Guest Greeter must put on a looooads of makeup and pathetic gowns just to take “Ang Pao” from the guests and NUMBER IT, and give the guests the souvenir in return.
Seriously, they NUMBER the ANG PAO! They FORCE you not to stick your ANG PAO to the flowery box. They take your ANG PAO, and number it with labels.
Fancy being a Guest Greeter in a Chinese Wedding?
Out of Cave?
Dec 3rd
A few days ago, a dear friend of mine, asked me to write some stuff again. And I was like.. gee.. yeah.. I don’t know if my Pentium up here (pointing at my head) still up and running or not… I don’t feel it up and running. So I asked myself where have I been for the past 15 months? It knocked me hard, real hard that I have been absence for quite a long time.
I even ask myself, what have I been doing? My perfect answer would be: “I’ve been raising a baby into its toddler days…yada yada yada…” But unfortunately, things is not always Perfect here in the real world.. There are flaws here and there.. Bumps in each steps… hiccups once in a blue moon.. But those flaws, bumps and hiccups are merely a sugar-icing to a cake.. meaning.. you gotta have them to make it look interesting… right? Am I right? Or am I not making any sense? (LOL).
Apparently, if I’m not busy yodeling to lil’cupcake of mine, I’d be busy at work. If I’m not busy at work, I’d be making my brain slightly freeze, fixating on some Facebook games. If I’m not busy freezing my brain on Facebook games, I’d be gluing my palm to the two gadget I love the most. iPod Touch and Blackberry. LOL. Yea yeah.. some say those gadget are just a piece of shit. Bollocks. I love it anyway. (we’ll talk about these pointless infatuation, later).
So now that 2009 is almost over.. and we’re about to embrace 2010, I’m thinking about crawling out of my comfort cave and be civilized once again.. just as civil as my old lil’o’ me (before Ollie’s Era that is).
Darn it. Did I just make a so-called-new-years-resolution? Aaaaaargh hate resolutions. Seems like, I rarely accomplish my resolutions… and now my beat-up-brain is making a new one..
