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*Sigh*...parent teacher meeting again..

It was report card signing day again. But there was a lot of difference today because my knight in shining armour (or shining buckle)aka dear hubby was with me.*grin*

Teacher Rosma showed us Amri's school works, which of course were graded a variation of Cs throughout. Not that I cared too much about it. Amri can stay another half year being illiterate and as silly as he wants to. But come next year, both Amri and I would have to be more academic oriented or else he would not survive in government school.

Then we spent another few minutes listening to teacher Rosma narration of Amri being too talkative and playful for his own good and more often than not ended up doing his work at teacher's table. Fortunately for him, teacher Rosma did not have the heart to reprimand him, due to his innocent (?) look.

Nothing was mentioned about the undone homework. And teacher Rosma assured us that Amri was happy, was not pressured and enjoyed playing with his classmates.
Very well then, maybe I managed to get my point across...that my 4 1/2 year old is too young for homework...after preaching about it every single chance I had. Or maybe it was the intimidating presence of my bodyguard...heheheh

p/s: my apologise to the parents of Amri's classmates whom he may have become, err..'negative influence' :)

Amri, Adam & Cousins

With their all time favourite person - Tok Ki


Adam with Nadia, whom is 2 months older


The kids with one of their many games - shooting the 'boh-boh'


Adam attempting to 'panjat tiang'


My fav niece, Syawani and her bro, Alif


My cutie pie little niece, Nadia, who can still wear her last year baju raya


Adam, the little explorer who wants to try everything, especially with Ibu too sick to argue


Still can't get the hang of it


Jalan jalan cari makan

School donation

This morning at a shop near my house, I came across a neighbour who was busy soliciting donation from the shop owner. Turned out, she was collecting donation on behalf of her daughter. The daughter (and all of her schoolmates) was given a booklet whereby generous hearts would sign and donate any appropriate sum. The purpose was to give the school walls a new coat of paint.

Well...I'm all for a good looking school walls. But I'd like to differ on the method of sourcing for fund. How would the school principal expect a little girl to go around soliciting fund? From whom? Knocking neighbours door? Can't there be a better way to raise the needed 40k fund other than begging from people? What sort of value we're teaching our young ones. To beg? Or subsidy mentality revisited.
What about having a jumble sale or school concert for a change. Put the price of the ticket ridiculously high by all means. Just make sure to state clearly where the proceed will go

I gave my donation to the mother, more so to spare her the trouble of going around asking for donation while she should be in her office doing more productive things. The time will come when Amri would be in school and been instructed to raise money for school project. I think I'll just sign all the column in the donation booklet myself and pretend to donate RM2 each. Ha!

Now I need to have a word with Kak Cik the school teacher

Harry Porter and Half Blood Prince

Oh my........why did Dumbledore has to die :(
Now I will have to wait for book 7 to find out whether Dumbledore really was dead or somehow he managed to conjure up a phoenix trick to get out of the situation.

Harry Porter & Batman - The Similarities

Both have witnessed the deaths of their parents.
Harry as an infant in his home.
Bruce as a young child outside an opera house.

Both are incredibly wealthy.
Harry's parents left him a vault of their savings.
Bruce's parents left him bonds.

Both have impressive means of transportation.
Harry's broomstick.
Bruce's batmobile.

Both fight against the forces of evil.
Harry vs. Voldemort and his deatheaters.
Batman vs. the corrupt of Gotham.

Both have wise old mentors.
Harry has Dumbledore.
Bruce has Alfred.

Both have corrupt governments.
Harry & the Ministry of Magic (as it stands under Fudge).
Bruce & Gotham City.

Both have recognizable trademarks.
Harry's lightning bolt.
Bruce's bat silhouette.

Both have two sidekicks, one girl and one guy.
Ron and Hermione.
Robin and Batgirl.

Both have learned to overcome their greatest fears.
Harry faces dementors several times.
Bruce has become batman.

Both want to follow the footsteps of his father.
Harry looks up to James and wants to be a member of the Order just like his dad.
Bruce looks up to his father, who used his wealth to try to make Gotham a better place.

Actor Gary Oldman is in both movies.
He plays Sirius Black in the Harry Potter movies.
He plays Jim Gordon in Batman Begins.

Thanks to Nicole and Danielle from www.mugglenet.com

We were back home

Back to Shah Alam. All in all, we were pretty much a whole lot better than the day we arrived at Mie's doorstep last Friday. Adam and I were as good as new. Amri, well....almost. As usual he sported new scratches and bruises but no longer wheezing his breath out. Hubby was happy with his newly acquired fishing boat. Adam was having extraordinary appetite which I suspect was the side effect from his medication. But then he was off the presciptions for two days and the big appetite was still there. Could be this cheeky little troublemaker has turned into an eating machine or experiencing a growth spurt.

Baby on the way

Now that I was back on my feet, I couldn't help but wished Adik's baby would hurry up and pop out soon. I so wanted to see her newborn baby before we went back home tomorrow. As it is....the baby decided that I was not important enough to make early show. Very well, guessed I would have to make another trip to Kuantan to see the baby in a month time.

This sure was an unusual balik kampung trip. No visits to relatives houses, except for Che Non's house. No trips to beach, waterfall, pasar payang or our usual eating binge of deep fried seafood by the seaside near the airport. Hubby managed to squeeze in one meeting at Setiu in between his usual rushing around.

Book deprived

I was feeling well enough to start getting restless. Hubby must have decided not to bring my books and laptop for obvious reason, so that I could have a good long sleep. It worked well I guess but since I no longer has fever to deal with and my voice was too raspy to talk, not to mention the fit of coughing that would seized me if I were to speak in long sentence, pretty soon I was bored out of my skull.

Hubby very kindly drove me to one of KT's bookstore so that I could pick up something to occupy my time. Thank goodness, the shop did have a good selection of books. I was kind of afraid that I would find shelves after shelves of hopelessly romantic love story with a million spelling errors in it. Also the fact that I was feeling the least romantic at the moment.

I wish I had the latest Harry Porter with me.

We were at Losong Dato Amar

There was no better place to nurse your sick self back to health than here. I woke up at Losong to my favourite Terengganu breakfast, only that I was not in feasting mood. Adam and Amri were well fed and taken care of. All I needed to do was put my feet up and rest. Oh..and gulped down my long list of pills that supposed to get me back on my feet in no time.

I knew the fresh air here would do us good and despite the all day rain, I noticed Adam no longer has runny nose. I couldn't help but marvel at what the combination of fresh air and lotsa TLC could do to one.

Amri on the other hand, would be difficult to get well on any account. The temptation of wide open space to roam (came rain or shine) plus the unexpected arrival of durians (heaps of them) were too much for him.

Cu Nan smsed saying that my latest Harry Porter book has arrived. Well, well, well......he sure knew to hit where it hurt most. Despite being sick, I did attempted...though in vain, to call MPH and beg them for my book yesterday :)
Gosh....I must have sounded pretty desperate that time, not unlike a dying old lady on her deathbed. Harry Porter has to wait then....

Rest and recuperate

My idea of recuperate was to pack the bags and headed up East Coast to Ummi's place. Well...when you were sick and have one not quite well toddler and one beginning to get sick kiddo in your hand, what better option you have anyway. For once, I was content to sit back and let hubby managed the packing fiasco and only interrupted once, that was to add in Adam's favourite ball. Add off we go on drizzly Friday afternoon. The kids, being heavily drugged, slept most of the journey.

Adam @ Hospital

Day 1 - 30th June 2005
Following a mom’s instinct that kept feeling something was very wrong with Adam, I brought him to SMC on Thursday afternoon. That was, after he vomited first, all over me when I carried him and second, all over his car seat when I tried to strapped him in. Well…we went without his seat then and though I drove with uneasy feeling….Adam was sitting, thankfully, perfectly still all the way.

We jumped queue at pead office due to his high temperature and was given a nebuliser immediately. True enough, Adam was diagnosed with brochitis and croup. That explained his weird barking cough last night.

Thank goodness, hubby arrived just in time to help me with admission process. Looks like it was peak period of the year since the staff informed hubby that the only single room available was still in the process of being made up since its occupants was just discharged an hour ago. They offered us to camp in a double room first while waiting but luckily by the time we made our way to the ward, our room was ready, albeit without toilet paper, baby cot and hot drinking water yet.

Adam spent his first night at the hospital alternating between vomiting and drinking his milk. Somehow, his appetite for milk never wavered which I think I should be grateful. Otherwise he’d be very dehydrated. He was given two types of nebuliser, to be taken every four hours. Unlike Amri, Adam did not kick up much fuss during nebuliser but maybe because he was too sick to bother.

Day 2 - 01st July 2005
Adam still had high temperature but it was now in low grade fever category. Well…..lo grade or hi grade, the rule of thumb is, if the fever persist then the body is not responding to the antibiotic given. Somehow his pead continue with current antibiotic and add in another nebuliser. Adam continued to have fever all day long but seemed a bit happy and started checking out the many emergency bedside buttons. He refused all kind of food and only took milk at an alarming quatities and frequency. Hubby better arrived soon with Adam’s formula supply, preferably the largest can. Oppsss….my dear hubby was outstation.

Adam continued to vomit all over our room and soon we were on first name basis with the cleaners and hospital attendants. The problem was, once in a while Adam would vomit on himself or on me and we were fast running out of clothes. Hubby was still somewhere in Lumut. Though Cu Nan was at home playing nanny to Amri, I really did not feel like asking him to bring my clothes and umm……undergarments over.

By the time dear hubby arrived, I was on last scoop of formula, last piece of clothes for Adam and myself , only had one diaper left in the wardrobe and was starting to cook up Plan B whereby I would dash off to 7-11 across the road . Amri tagged along too and it cheered Adam up considerably. Suddenly the very lembik Adam was seen racing along the corridor with Amri.

Day 3 - 02nd July 2005
The fever has gone, much to our relieve. Adam was a lot more cheerful. His pead came in the morning and proclaimed that the croup and stridor has gone. There was still a bit of hoarseness but nothing to worry about. One nebuliser meant for larynx and paracetamol were taken off the list.

It was Saturday but then hubby had to go for registration at UiTM. Too bad then…I did not get relieved from my nurse duty. Amri stayed with me during the time hubby was gone for registration and not only it cheered up Adam, it made me happy as well. Amri was fun to be around, especially when he started getting worried about so many trivial things in the world. Somehow, this week was a spiderman week for him thus I had to listen to a million replays of spiderman from his own version.

The fever came back at night

Day 4 - 03rd July 2005
It was Sunday and hubby had a class to attend. Too bad then. I could use a break.
Adam’s pead came and prescribed a different antibiotic. And add back the paracetamol. Adam took them all without much fuss. Perhaps he reckons that if they did not sit well with him, he could simply vomit them all out.

Amri spent the day with us and brought his books as well. He attempted to write something but abandoned it midway for a more interesting activity of channel surfing the astro on our tiny tv. Since the best way to watch the tv was lying down on the bed…needless to say….I had to give up the bed ownership to him for the day. Since Amri was using my bed, Adam naturally wanted it too. Amazingly both of them managed to share it without any major squabbles. Only thing was, long after Amri had gone home, Adam still would not let go of my bed. At the end, we shared it for the night and I slept while listening to Adam wheezing away beside me, his body still warm to the touch and I felt so sorry for him.

Day 5 - 04th July 2005
I missed my office and mostly my email. I terribly missed blogging. Perhaps the hospital should consider giving internet access instead of astro. But I guess, if I were the one who was sick, my brain wouldn’t have much energy to go online. And unlike Intan, I still couldn’t figure out how to surf lying on my back. Watching tv would be more relaxing and wouldn’t put your brain into overdrive.

Adam went for his first chest physio this morning. It was not as traumatic as I imagined. We were done in no time and Adam promptly vomited after the session. But then, I guess the staff was so used to it that one of them expertly, with lightning speed, materialised with a basin to catch the vomit projectile. Not a drop on the bed. Very cool.

Adam must have felt considerably better after the physio coz he was running all over the lobby, waving his new baloon. The fever had dissappeared, hopefully for good. Adam was getting restless now that he was a lot healthier though still refusing food. However, his appetite for milk has gone skyrocketed that I was so glad when hubby showed up with big can of Enfagrow and big pack of diaper yesterday.

Day 6- 05th July 2005
Adam responded well to the new antibiotic. His neb was down to one for airways only but his pead added Actifed to the medicine list since Adam started to have runny nose again. Dear hubby had a day off today so I decided to visit my neglected office. It was showing signs of disintegration without my presence. Not that I was so important there but at the very least, I picked up phone calls myself instead of leaving it to voice mail.

Somehow I did not feel like the office needed much attention so I dashed off after the obligatory checking of emails, which has reached hundreds. Went home to change and picked up Amri then off we went to hospital again. Adam lighted up upon seeing Amri and proceeded to bicker with him about everything under the sun while hubby and I catched up with each other.

Day 7 - 06th July 2005
I was sick. I meant, literally. A week of sleepless night finally caught up with me. I was sniffling and coughing once in a while. Adam meanwhile, was a lot healthier thus had resumed his usual activities and temper tantrums. Giving nebuliser was no longer easy. Feeding his medicine was worse, ended up with his medicine sprayed up everywhere except in his cute little mouth. While my body was craving to lie down on the bed and watch tv, my pint size tornado was ready to play football outside. My only relieved was, Adam has not fully regained his soprano like voice thus his scream of wanting to play outside sound like a mere whimper to me.

Hubby got off work earlier to take turn with me and brought Amri along to liven up things. I went to rest and recuperate at office, of all places. Well…it was nearer than my house.

I went back to hospital just in time for dinner. Amri took one look at my dinner tray and exclaimed “Wow….this looks niceeeee!!!” then proceeded to clean my plate. Oh my……was I starving. Had to haul my sick self to the hospital café downstairs which actually provided a wide selection of good food.

After saying bye bye to Ayah & Amri at lift lobby, Adam refused to get inside the room. He continued to run around the ward, pausing every now and then to inspect every pictures on the wall and took a peek into other rooms. Then he met a couple of girls with baloons and off he went playing with them for hours while I waited on the side line, ready to collapse.

Day 8 - 07th July 2005
I woke up with fever burning and wanted more than anything to go back to deep slumber. But Adam was all wet, his diaper leaked horribly. And by the gallons of milk he consumed throughout the night, I was hardly surprised. Somehow I managed to give Adam a bath, dressed him up and let him gave himself the nebuliser. Funny how this pint size man sometimes could do things for himself but at other times seemed incapable of doing anything at all.

I was still in pyjamas when the doctor made his round and couldn’t care less. Looking good was the least of my concern today. Oh boy…was I so happy to see hubby’s face. He took Adam for his chest physio and left me to sleep my fever off.

Adam was discharged shortly afterwards but I was too sick to be happy. We went home with my medication as many as Adam.

I'll be away

And will be spending my time at hospital!

Adam was hospitalised last Thursday thus that was where yours truly was spending her time. And will still be there for the next few days. Thanks for those who came visiting and the phone calls and sms to entertain me.

Till then..............