I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for the last 2 days. A little surgery. Poor girl.
She came out of the operating theatre yesterday evening, placed in the recovery room, her small little body wrapped in some kind of foil-like thing, which I later found out was some kind of hyperthermia blanket system that...
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Tuesday, June 24, 2008 at 2:00pm Posted in Body image, Family, Fashion, Holidays, Memoirs, Motherhood, Parenting, Thoughts, Weekend, Weight loss project, Weight management, Work, Writing
For obvious reasons, I stay away from skinny jeans, midriff-baring tops, sleeveless/spaghetti-strap tops, tight clothing, and of course, swimwear. Even way back then when I wasn’t fat, I was still painfully shy of having to don a swimsuit. I’d never been bolder to put on less than a modest 1-piece. Oh, I had a nice...
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My daughter has an obsession with princesses and fairy tales these days. She’s only 2 1/2 years old, but is already very independent and demanding, and definitely knows what she wants. Lately (and this is our fault as parents), we thought it’d be great if we introduced her to fairy tales. I bought 2 huge...
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It was late and she was getting tired, sitting at her desk, planning for the birthday party. Her note pad was filled with scribbles and charts, remarks in red and purple ink. She had the pinata sorted out, finally. Food, drinks and the cake had been ordered, although she had had a shouting match with...
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Of late, I’ve noticed little things in my home, little things that didn’t really matter to me before but now do. Like the broken doorknob in the guest bathroom. The squeaky hinge of my wardrobe door. The countless number of bulbs in our living room that have blown and have yet to be replaced. The...
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Last weekend, my husband and I decided that it was time for E to start sleeping in her own room. Since she was born, we had a room in our house dedicated for her, but because she was our first child, and her initial night-feeds required us to wake up several times in the night,...
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When I became a mother, the thought of being a stay-at-home-mum (SAHM) occurred to me approximately 3 times. And all 3 times, I brushed away that possibility. Perhaps, in the future, it may be an eventuality. I don’t know, truth be told. With higher costs of living, expandable careers, the rise of the capital market,...
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You throw/attend a friend’s bridal shower and come home by midnight
You have a girls’ night out and can’t stop text-ing your husband and asking about the baby
You reminisce about your primary school days- 24 years ago
You ask your unmarried friends when their turn is going to be (sounding irritatingly like those relatives you try to...
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There is a flutter beneath my breast.
I am thinking of you- your smile, the feel of your body against mine. The light touch of your ruby-red lips on my cool cheek. Your warm, full-hearted hug when you put your arms around my neck and cling on to me, like there is no tomorrow, like we...
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I have known you for 2 years only. But I have loved you from the very first moment I set eyes on you, when you looked back at me and whined gently, searching for comfort within my tired arms. And the memories you have filled my head, heart and soul with in these 2 years...
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