To all the doggie fans, here’s 2 pictures of Benji and Chiyo having their RMB (Raw Meaty Bones).
They get RMB at least once a month (usually once a fortnight) to clean their teeth and to keep them happy.
As I mentioned in the previous post, they just had their baths yesterday, They smell good now. We’re letting Benji grow out his coat for the winter.
Phew! 2 blog posts in a day! Must be some kinda record!
… off the face of earth…..
We’re all good here… Chubb’s fine, Sunshine’s fine, my mum’s fine, Nad’s fine and the dogs just got their much needed bath yesterday, courtesy of Nad.
The cat is fat.
I’ve been managing…… umn……. well…. let’s just say I’m just starting to get used to having 2 kids.
I know mum is here to help for a month but I just can’t stop thinking about how I need to get used to all of these and get into a disciplined routine while she’s still here so I don’t feel lost when she goes home.
My time now has to be shared by two babies at their needy ages. Each needy in different ways.
Sunshine still wants us to play with her although she does play by herself some times. Obviously, I am not able to play with her when Chubbs’ velcroed to my bosom. I’ve been trying to explain to her that I will carry her when Chubbs’ done feeding. (She responds by whining even more.) Crossing fingers that she understands soon!
Sunshine is not jealous of her brother. On the contrary, she’s been very sweet to him. Few days ago, she was grumpy and we sent her to bed. She was whining while in bed but when Chubbs cried for milk, she stopped whining and said, “Chubbie… Chubbie… Good boy..!”
That really touched our hearts.
Well, the past 2 weeks has been a huge learning curve for me. Exhausting too. Chubbs can feed up to an hour at my breast. Uh huh… amazing huh.
In addition to that, my stitches weren’t healing properly because the doctor that stitched me up, didn’t do a proper job. She didn’t tighten the stitches enough so it took a longer time to heal.
I was sent to the GP, who sent me to the hospital where we (Nad, Sunshine and I – Chubbs was at home with my mum) waited for FIVE FREAKING hours. Only to be sent home with antibiotics which I refused to take. Mainly because
1. My wound is not infected.
2. Although they said it’s safe for breastfeeding, it will cause baby to have diarrhoea. No thanks.
We thought that they would restitch me (ow) or at least put in more stitches to tighten the wound.
If I had enough time during childbirth to get an episiotomy (having a snip down under) instead of having a tear, the wound would have healed much faster as the ‘edges’ of the wound will be straight and ‘clean cut’. However, with a tear, the edges are jagged. (Think tearing a piece of paper vs cutting it with a pair of scissors).
But it’s okay now. I think it’s healing properly.
Two days back, Nad, mum and Sunshine went out to dinner with some of our friends while I stayed home with Chubbs. In my mind, I thought, “Woohoo!!! KNITTING TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Nope. I came down with hay fever. It was so bad that my head was throbbing in pain. And every time I tried to lie down, Chubbs cried.
And when he was finally settled and I was lying in bed, my mobile rang! It was in the dining room so I didn’t bother to pick it up. THEN, the house phone rang. I got up to answer it and it was my mum saying that they were on the way back.
Grr.. any knitting done? NOPE. Cosmic joke’s on me.
But we all went to bed early that night and I woke up much much better. (Gotta define ‘waking up’ since technically, I ‘woke up’ many many times in the middle of the night to feed the baby……)
However, having said all that, I do have not only 1 FO to blog about. Not 2. But THREE FOs!!!
I’m saving it till later because Nikon-san is coming home most probably tonight! I will be able to take pictures tomorrow and blog about the 3 FOs…
I leave you with more pictures of my offsprings. Who do not look like me. I say it isn’t fair that both kids look like Nad. Can I have at least one that looks like me?
Even the frown lines on his forehead resembles his daddy’s.
I spiked up his hair after a bath.
Him in the 2-day sweater I knitted.
