cuddlepuff
Active Member
sperzz: in yr opinion, which one is better? huggies dry comfort (red color) or fitti 360?
(2009/01) January 2009 MTBs
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babystarlet
Member
morning ladies,
where u all buy the bumbo seat huh?
i tht of getting 1 for my gal.
yest nite,my gal was fussing to flip over.she now managed to flip and lifts up her head,she was so excited,every moment kept lifting up her head.i was so sleepy and yet gt to entertain her.shacks
where u all buy the bumbo seat huh?
i tht of getting 1 for my gal.
yest nite,my gal was fussing to flip over.she now managed to flip and lifts up her head,she was so excited,every moment kept lifting up her head.i was so sleepy and yet gt to entertain her.shacks
babystarlet
Member
sperzz > frisoceam gt 2 version right?1 rice based, e other tink is wheat based? which 1 u buy?or better and which 1 must add milk into it?
cuddlepuff
Active Member
sperzz and kelly: thanks! coz' i feel like stocking up on fitti 360 while the promo is still on.
ninilicious
Active Member
sperzz: i also buy huggies (blue color) for kyan to use @ IFC, cos the teachers use diapers like free like dat, so day time, he will use huggies, nite time den use fitti.
kelly: ahhhhhh... u just told the whole world that i wear L! hahahhaa... but thats the truth man!
kelly: ahhhhhh... u just told the whole world that i wear L! hahahhaa... but thats the truth man!
cuddlepuff
Active Member
kelly: how to ask sample from friso?
i got sample from mamil mamex, 400g tin (6-12mths).
hand delivered to my doorstep on last sat.
i got sample from mamil mamex, 400g tin (6-12mths).
hand delivered to my doorstep on last sat.
babystarlet
Member
Otak >
any1 wans to order for raffles area?me ordering,so if u wan,i can add ur orders in.
trying to ask her to do delivery to raffles place.
milk samples >
do u all wan to do the exchange now?i was tinkn i will jus feed crystal with friso and enfac.so i may have mamil gold ba.
cheekygal > u can call Friso: 6419 8484
any1 wans to order for raffles area?me ordering,so if u wan,i can add ur orders in.
trying to ask her to do delivery to raffles place.
milk samples >
do u all wan to do the exchange now?i was tinkn i will jus feed crystal with friso and enfac.so i may have mamil gold ba.
cheekygal > u can call Friso: 6419 8484
ninilicious
Active Member
cheekygal: u using friso? i have one tin (900g). u help me ask for similac, we can exchange. and wilting is using mamil, she has one tin of friso too, i think she looking for someone to exchange friso..
sperzz: how much cheaper is the huggies dry lobang? i juz buy 2 big packs for his IFC.
sperzz: how much cheaper is the huggies dry lobang? i juz buy 2 big packs for his IFC.
gelato: actually i never really worry abt my weight lor, like u said,"dun deprive ourselves of good food" tat is really me lor. Food come 1st, so long as everything in moderate should be ok (but sometimes will go over the limit also).
cheekygal: i think some PD clinic does has stock for sample if friso never call u or u dun feel like calling.
cheekygal: i think some PD clinic does has stock for sample if friso never call u or u dun feel like calling.
cuddlepuff
Active Member
gelato: i never buy the bellamy fm. i think it is samantha. brayden drinks Wakodo fm (japanese brand)for outings. my MIL commented his poo poo not so smelly. brayden does not have phelgmn (heaty).
last time he drink enfalac, his poo poo very stinko.
last time he drink enfalac, his poo poo very stinko.
cuddlepuff
Active Member
april: hubby called friso already few weeks ago. but friso never send.
ni: will get my hubby to call similac. keke
ni: will get my hubby to call similac. keke
I feel so bad yest evening, b4 I go to the motherfair. I told Delia I will bring her out after I reach home. Then my maid change her to pretty clothe and wait for me in the end I reached home abt 7+ then too tired to go out. She seem to wait for me to bring her out and this morning when I leaving for work she looked at me and wan me to carry her and look like wan me to bring her go gaigai.
cuddlepuff
Active Member
gelato: wakodo is not organic.
fluffy_fluffy
Well-Known Member
kelly,
dun worry.... just a short period only... after tat will be back to normal... of cos if possible try to use some lose hair shampoo...
which beco design you bought?
flo,
which beco carrier design you bought?
dun worry.... just a short period only... after tat will be back to normal... of cos if possible try to use some lose hair shampoo...
which beco design you bought?
flo,
which beco carrier design you bought?
ninilicious
Active Member
gelato: the fellow who took a train to see doc, so inconsiderate leh!!!! lucky i seldom take train these days, take bus...
Hey Mummies a little long , but left me in tears.. Hahaha Me Bo liao huh!
> WHAT GRUDGES CAN DO....
> ============ ======
>
> This is for all the single, married, divorced, widowed individuals, who
> take life for granted. Please I BEG YOU, read this story until the end, it
> is such an opener. You never Know…………………….!
>
> Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
> Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with
> us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.
> Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for
> him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she
> suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to
> bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing
> the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the
> sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly
> just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
> put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized
> and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick
> me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets.
> Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick
> me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for
> mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
>
> Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.
> For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room,
> she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young
> people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat
> flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood
> will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby
> smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people' s habit; slowly you will get use to
> it."
>
> Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came
> home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she
> would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home
> with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much
> they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset
> about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just
> don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."
>
> There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>
> Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
> In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
> breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds
> before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her
> chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.
>
> As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from
> along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
> additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf
> ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help
> out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me.
> For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so
> that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with
> all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when
> helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would
> quietly wash them again.
>
> One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
> "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby
> was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me
> for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting
> cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him:
>
> "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give
> in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however
> unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time,
> mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward
> feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was
> caught in dilemma as to who to please.
>
> In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on
> the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At
> the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
> breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to
> perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation,
> I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while
> in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you
> think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at
> home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling
> of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for
> me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to
> return to the breakfast table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
> sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my
> throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw
> down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just
> as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly
> in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me
> with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of
> it, I really did not mean it.
>
> We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then
> stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
> stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days,
> hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since
> mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what
> else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to
> throw up and I simply have no appetite for food, coupled with all the
> events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.
>
> Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a
> doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
>
> Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of
> sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and
> mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of
> this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby
> standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had
> wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I
> couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
> found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted
> look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to
> look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong
> urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and
> have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted
> didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down.
>
>
> Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?
>
> Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
> look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night,
> sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I
> saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I
> stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and
> some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for
> good.. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave
> a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I
> did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with
> hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and
> said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the
> hospital."
>
> I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found
> hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face
> was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I
> couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
>
>
> Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only
> the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief
> facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left
> the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending
> to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after
> her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a
> public bus came and hit her... I finally understood how much hubby must
> hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarrelled,
> if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother..
>
> Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
> liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and
> could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are
> going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
> eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I
> had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding
> though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days
> of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home
> later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living
> together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot
> in his heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window,
> I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly
> brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering
> from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my
> hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say
> to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks
> at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and
> stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow
> heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually
> backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with
> the baby inside me.. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to
> use that as a way to indicate to me:
>
>
> Following mother's death so did our love for each other...
>
> He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home
> from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned
> to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial
> desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my
> medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a
> guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office
> colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I
> will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
> repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw
> hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with
> cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I
> know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months
> plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within
> myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I
> will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
>
> As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you
> cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out
> from there.
>
>
> After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I
> smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me.
> Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed
> the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is
> the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further
> and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave
> now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly
> moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so
> far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot
> remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally
> thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western
> restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will
> never forget, ever.
>
>
>
> We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's
> unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this
> moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone
> forever and could not repeated.
>
> Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth
> to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he
> buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to
> him..
>
>
>
> From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had
> vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the
> bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.
>
>
> He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I
> can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his
> trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will
> surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and
> laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned
> because there was love, but now, what is there between us?
>
>
> Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored
> him.
>
> Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
> children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
> stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this
> to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no
> choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on
> his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of
> that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in
> the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach
> pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and
> sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down
> the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping
> the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we
> reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.
> Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my
> mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes
> caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out
> of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy
> and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at
> me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for
> him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I
> had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I
> have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
>
>
> Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was
> already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last
> this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer.
> Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his
> funeral."
>
> I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room
> and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer
> was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought
> that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
> "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
> before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you
> will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer
> has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible
> difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
> meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion.. ..
>
> Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
> accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy.
> Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most
> and also the one who loves me most..."
>
>
> From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and
> even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was
> written there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
>
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I
> have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want
> to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My
> dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile,
> thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to
> our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every
> year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "
>
> Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over
> and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our
> son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open
> his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily
> waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the
> sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my
> face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in
> this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another
> disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of
> having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years
> with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a
> price, every thing became too late."...... ...
This is a true story...
> WHAT GRUDGES CAN DO....
> ============ ======
>
> This is for all the single, married, divorced, widowed individuals, who
> take life for granted. Please I BEG YOU, read this story until the end, it
> is such an opener. You never Know…………………….!
>
> Just two years after our marriage, hubby brought up the idea of asking
> Mother to move from the rural hometown and spend her remaining years with
> us. Hubby's father passed away while he was still very young.
> Mother endured much hardship and struggled all on her own to provide for
> him, see him through to a university degree. You could say that she
> suffered a great deal and did everything you could expect of a woman to
> bring hubby to where he is today. I immediately agreed and started packing
> the spare room, which has a balcony facing the South to let her enjoy the
> sunshine and plant greenery. Hubby stood in the bright room, and suddenly
> just picked me up and started spinning round and round. As I begged him to
> put me down, he said: "Lets go fetch mother." Hubby is tall and big sized
> and I love to test on his chest and enjoy the feeling that he could pick
> me up at any moment put the tiny me into his pockets.
> Whenever we have an argument and both refuses to back down, he would pick
> me up and spin me over his head continuously until I surrender and beg for
> mercy. I became addicted to this kind of panic-joy feeling.
>
> Mother brought along her countryside habits and lifestyle with her.
> For example; I am so used to buying flowers to decorate the living room,
> she could not stand it and would comment: "I do not know how you young
> people spend your money, why do you buy flowers for? You also can't eat
> flowers!" I smiled and said: "Mum, with flowers in the house, our mood
> will also become better." Mother continues to grumble away, and hubby
> smiled: "Mum, this is a city-people' s habit; slowly you will get use to
> it."
>
> Mother stopped saying anything. But every time thereafter, whenever came
> home with flowers, she would ask me how much it costs. I told her and she
> would shake her head and express displeasure. Sometimes, when I come home
> with lots of shopping bags, she would ask each and every item how much
> they cost, I would tell her honestly and she would get even more upset
> about it. Hubby playfully pinched my nose and said: "You little fool, just
> don't tell her the full price of everything would solve it."
>
> There begins the friction to our otherwise happy lifestyle.
>
> Mother hates it most when hubby wakes up early to prepare the breakfast.
> In your view, how could the man of the house cook for the wife? At the
> breakfast table, mother facial expression is always like the dark clouds
> before a thunderstorm and I would pretend not to notice. She would use her
> chopsticks and make a lot of noise with it as her silent protest.
>
> As I am a dance teacher in the Children's Palace and am exhausted from
> along day of dancing around, I do not wish to give up the luxury of that
> additional few minutes in the comfort of my bed and hence I turned a deaf
> ear to all the protest mother makes. From time to time, mother would help
> out with some housework, but soon her help created additional work for me.
> For example: she would keep all kinds of plastic bags accumulating them so
> that she sell them later on, and resulted in our house being filled with
> all the trash bags; she would scrimp on dish washing detergent when
> helping to wash the dishes and so as not to hurt her feelings, I would
> quietly wash them again.
>
> One day, late at night, mother saw me quietly washing the dishes, and
> "Bam" she slams her bedroom door and cried very loudly in her room. Hubby
> was placed in a difficult position, and after that, he did not speak to me
> for that entire night. I pretended to be a spoilt child, tried acting
> cute, but he totally ignored me.... I got mad and asked him:
>
> "What did I do wrong?" Hubby stared at me and said: "Can't you just give
> in to her once? We couldn't possibly die eating from a bowl however
> unclean it is, right?" After that incident, for a long period of time,
> mother did not speak to me and you can feel that there is a very awkward
> feeling hanging in the house. During that period of cold war, hubby was
> caught in dilemma as to who to please.
>
> In order to stop her son from having to prepare breakfast, mother took on
> the "all important" task of preparing breakfast without any prompting. At
> the breakfast table, mother would look at hubby happily eating his
> breakfast and cast that reprimanding stare at me for having failed to
> perform my duty as a wife. To avoid the embarrassing breakfast situation,
> I resorted to buying my own breakfast on my way to work. That night, while
> in bed, hubby was a little upset and asked me: "LD, is it because you
> think that mum's cooking is not clean that's why you chose not to eat at
> home?" He then turned his back on me and left me alone in tears as feeling
> of unfairness overwhelmed me. After some time, hubby sighed: "LD, just for
> me, can you have breakfast at home?" I am left with no choice but to
> return to the breakfast table.
>
> The next morning, I was having porridge prepared by mother and I felt a
> sudden churn in my stomach and everything inside seem to be rushing up my
> throat. I tried to suppress the urge to throw up but I could not. I threw
> down the bowl, rushed into the washroom, and vomited everything out. Just
> as I was catching my breath, I saw mother crying and grumbling very loudly
> in her dialect, hubby was standing at the washroom doorway staring at me
> with fire burning in his eyes.. I opened my mouth but no words came out of
> it, I really did not mean it.
>
> We had our very first big fight that day; mother took a look at us, then
> stood up and slowly made her way out of the house. Hubby gave me a final
> stare in the eye and followed mother down the stairs. For three days,
> hubby did not return home, not even a phone call. I was so furious, since
> mother arrived; I had been trying my best and putting up with her, what
> else do you want me to do? For no reason, I keep having the feeling to
> throw up and I simply have no appetite for food, coupled with all the
> events happening at home, I was at then low point in my life.
>
> Finally, a colleague said: "LD, you look terrible; you should go and see a
> doctor." The doctor confirmed that I am pregnant.
>
> Now it became clear to me why I threw up that fateful morning, a sense of
> sadness floated through that otherwise happy news. Why didn't hubby, and
> mother who had been through this before, thought of the possibility of
> this being the reason that day? At the hospital entrance, I saw my hubby
> standing there. It had only been three days, but he looked haggard. I had
> wanted to turn and leave, but one look at him and my heart soften, I
> couldn't resist and called out to him. He followed my voice and finally
> found me but he pretended that he doesn't know me; he has that disgusted
> look in his eyes that cut right through my heart. I told myself not to
> look at him anymore, and hail a cab. At that moment, I have such a strong
> urge inside me to shout to my hubby: "Darling, I am having your baby!" and
> have him lift me up and spin me around in circles of joy. What I wanted
> didn't happen and as I sat in the cab, my tears started rolling down.
>
>
> Why? Why our love couldn't even withstand the test of one fight?
>
> Back home, I lay on the bed thinking about my hubby, and the disgusted
> look in his eyes. I cried and wet the corner of the blanket. That night,
> sound of the drawers opening woke me up. I switched on the lights and I
> saw hubby with tears rolling down his face. He was removing the money. I
> stared at him in silence; he ignored me, took the bank deposit book and
> some money and left the house. Maybe he really intends to leave me for
> good.. What a rational man, so clear-cut in love and money matters. I gave
> a few dried laugh and tears starting streaming down again. The next day, I
> did not go to work. I wanted to clear this out and have a good talk with
> hubby. I reached his office and his secretary gave me a weird look and
> said: "Mr. Tan's mother had a traffic accident and is now in the
> hospital."
>
> I stood there in shock. I rushed to the hospital and by the time I found
> hubby, mother had already passed away. Hubby did not look at me, his face
> was expressionless. I looked at mother's pale white and thin face and I
> couldn't control the tears in my eyes. My god, how could this happen?
>
>
> Throughout the funeral, hubby did not say a single word to me, with only
> the occasional disgusted stare at me. I only managed to find out brief
> facts about the accident from other people. That day, after mother left
> the house, she walked in dazed toward the bus stop, apparently intending
> to go back to her old house back in the countryside. As hubby ran after
> her, she tried to walk faster and as she tried to cross the street, a
> public bus came and hit her... I finally understood how much hubby must
> hate me, if I had not thrown up that morning, if we had not quarrelled,
> if....In his heart, I am indirectly the killer of his mother..
>
> Hubby moved into mother's room and came home every night with a strong
> liquor smell on him. And me, I am buried under the guilt and self-pity and
> could hardly breathe. I wanted to explain to him, tell him that we are
> going to have our baby soon, but each time, I saw the dead look in his
> eyes, all the words I have at the brink of my mouth just fell back in. I
> had rather he hit me real hard or give me a big and thorough scolding
> though none of these events happening had been my fault at all. Many days
> of suffocating silence went by and as the days went by, hubby came home
> later and later. The deadlock between us continues, we were living
> together like strangers who don't know each other. I am like the dead knot
> in his heart.
>
> One day, I passed by a western restaurant, looking into the glass window,
> I saw hubby and a girl sitting facing each other and he very lightly
> brushed her hair for her, I understood what it meant. After recovering
> from that moment of shock, I entered the restaurant, stood in front of my
> hubby and stared hard at him, not a tear in my eyes. I have nothing to say
> to him, and there is no need to say anything. The girl looked at me, looks
> at hubby, stands up and wanted to go, hubby stretched out his hand and
> stopped her. He stared back at me, challenging me. I can only hear my slow
> heart beat, beating, one by one as if at the brink of death. I eventually
> backed down, if I had stood that any longer, I will collapse together with
> the baby inside me.. That night, he did not come home; he had chosen to
> use that as a way to indicate to me:
>
>
> Following mother's death so did our love for each other...
>
> He did not come home anymore after that. Sometimes, when I returned home
> from work, I can tell that the cupboard had been touched - he had returned
> to take some of his stuff. I no longer wish to call him; the initial
> desire to explain everything to him vanished. I lived alone; I go for my
> medical checkups alone, my heart breaks again and again every time I see a
> guy carefully helping his wife through the physical examination. My office
> colleagues hinted to me to consider aborting the baby, I told them No, I
> will not.. I insisted on having to this baby, perhaps it is my way of
> repaying mother for causing her death. One day, I came home and I saw
> hubby sitting in the living room. The whole house was filled with
> cigarette smoke. On the coffee table, there was this piece of paper. I
> know what it is all about without even looking at it. In the two months
> plus of living alone, I have gradually learned to find peace within
> myself. I looked at him, removed my hat and said: "You wait a while, I
> will sign." He looked at me, mixed feelings in his eyes, just like mine.
>
> As I hang up my coat, I keep repeating to myself "You cannot cry, you
> cannot cry..." my eyes hurt terribly, but I refused to let tears come out
> from there.
>
>
> After I hung up my coat, hubby's eyes stared fixed at my bulging tummy. I
> smiled, walked over to the coffee table and pulled the paper towards me.
> Without even looking at what it says, I signed my name on it and pushed
> the paper to him. "LD, are you pregnant?" Since mother's accident, this is
> the first time he spoke to me. I could not control my tears any further
> and they fell like raindrops. I said: "Yes, but its ok, you can leave
> now." He did not go, in the dark, we sat, facing each other. Hubby slowly
> moved over me, his tears wet the blanket. In my heart, everything seems so
> far away, so far that even if I sprint, I could never reach them. I cannot
> remember how many times he repeated "sorry" to me. I had originally
> thought that I would forgive him, but now I can't. In the western
> restaurant, in front of that girl, that cold look in his eyes, I will
> never forget, ever.
>
>
>
> We have drawn such deep scars in each other's heart. For me, it's
> unintentional; for him, totally intentional. I had been waiting for this
> moment of reconciliation, but I realized now, what had gone past is gone
> forever and could not repeated.
>
> Other than the thought of the baby inside me that would bring some warmth
> to my heart, I am totally cold towards him, I no longer eat anything he
> buys for me, I don't take any presents from him and I stopped talking to
> him..
>
>
>
> From the moment I signed on that piece of paper, marriage and love had
> vanished from my heart. Sometimes, hubby will try to come into the
> bedroom, but when he walks in, I will walk out to the living room.
>
>
> He had no choice but to sleep in mother's room. At night, from his room, I
> can hear light sounds of groaning, I kept quiet. This used to be his
> trick; last time, whenever I ignore him, he would fake illness and I will
> surrender and find out what is wrong with him, he would then grab me and
> laugh. He has forgotten that last time I cared for him and am concerned
> because there was love, but now, what is there between us?
>
>
> Hubby's groaning came on and off continuing but I continuously ignored
> him.
>
> Almost everyday, he would buy something for the baby, infant products,
> children products and books that kids like to read. Bags and bags of it
> stacked inside his room till it is full. I know he is trying to use this
> to reach out to me, but I am no longer moved by his actions. He has no
> choice but to lock himself in his room and I can hear his typing away on
> his computer keyboard, maybe he is now addicted to web surfing but none of
> that matters to me anymore. It was sometime towards the end of spring in
> the following year, one late night, I screamed because of a sudden stomach
> pain, hubby came rushing into the room, its like he did not change and
> sleep, and had been waiting for this moment. He carried me and ran down
> the stairs, stopped a car, holding my hand very tightly and kept wiping
> the sweat off my brow, throughout the journey to the hospital. Once we
> reached the hospital, he carried me and hurried into the delivery suite.
> Lying on the back of his skinny but warmth body, a thought crossed my
> mind: In my lifetime, who else would love me as much as he did?
>
> He held the delivery suite door opened and watch me go in; his warm eyes
> caused me to manage a smile at him despite my contraction pain. Coming out
> of the delivery room, hubby looked at our son and me, eyes tear with joy
> and he kept smiling. I reached out and touched his hand. Hubby looked at
> me, smiling and then he slowly collapsed onto the floor. I cried out for
> him in pain... He smiled, but without opening that tired eyes of his... I
> had thought that I would never shed any tear for him, but the truth is, I
> have never felt a deeper pain cutting through my body at that moment.
>
>
> Doctor said that by the time hubby discovered he had liver cancer, it was
> already in terminal stage and it was a miracle that he managed to last
> this long. I asked the doctor when he first discovered he had cancer.
> Doctor said about 5 months ago and consoled me saying: "Prepare for his
> funeral."
>
> I disregarded the nurse's objection and rushed home, I went into his room
> and checked his computer, and a suffocating pain hits me. Hubby's cancer
> was discovered 5 months ago, his groaning was real, and I had thought
> that... the computer showed over 200 thousand words he wrote for our son:
> "Son, just for you, I have persisted, to be able to take a look at you
> before I fall, is my biggest wish now... I know that in your life, you
> will have many happiness and maybe some setbacks, if only I can accompany
> you throughout that journey, how nice would it be. But daddy now no longer
> has that chance. Daddy has written inside here all the possible
> difficulties and problems you may encounter during your lifetime, when you
> meet with these problems, you can refer to daddy's suggestion.. ..
>
> Son, after writing these 200 thousand words, I feel as if I have
> accompanied you through life journey. To be honest, daddy is very happy.
> Do love your mother, she has suffered, she is the one who loves you most
> and also the one who loves me most..."
>
>
> From play school to primary school, to secondary, university, to work and
> even in dealing with questions of love, everything big and small was
> written there.
>
> Hubby has also written a letter for me:
>
> "My dear, to marry you is my biggest happiness, forgive me for the pain I
> have caused you, forgive me for not telling you my illness, because I want
> to see you be in a joyful mood waiting for the arrival of our baby...My
> dear, if you cried, it means that you have forgiven me and I would smile,
> thank you for loving me...These presents, I'm afraid I cannot give them to
> our son personally, could you help me to give some of them to him every
> year, the dates on what to give when are all written on the packaging... "
>
> Going back to the hospital, hubby is still in coma. I brought our son over
> and place him beside him. I said: "Open your eyes and smile, I want our
> son to remember being in the warmth of your arms..." He struggled to open
> his eyes and managed a weak smile. Our son still in his arms was happily
> waving his tiny hands in the air. I press the button on the camera and the
> sound of the shutter rang through the air as tears slowly rolled down my
> face.... A fatal misunderstanding and the person who loves me the most in
> this world is gone forever..."Cruel misunderstandings one after another
> disrupted the blissful footsteps to our family. Our originals intend of
> having Mother enjoy some quiet and peaceful moments in her remaining years
> with us went terribly wrong as destiny's secret is finally revealed at a
> price, every thing became too late."...... ...
This is a true story...
sperzz, oh delia is so poor thing, I can imagine she all changed up but stayed at home. yesterday my Ashton kept pestering us to go out since 10am. He kept saying "go out" go out" and tried to pull me and hb to the door, wear his shoes etc.In the end hb brought him to see fish, and after that we brought the whole family to visit hb's grandma and had dinner with her. So sunday was very good, we didnt go shopping and hence didnt buy unnecessary things.
kelly, my tummy is bigger than before I think. And when I wear singlet material type of top, it will stick out even more. The therapist at Clarins told me to do situp every night but unfortunately I just feel like lying down the moment my aching body touches the bed
haha, but seriously I need to lose weight, at least 3 kg and most imptly my big fat tum tum, I look like winnie the pooh now. He carries a pot of honey, I carry a bag of BM and breastpump..LOL! No wonder my Ashton adores me..hahaha.
I am looking forward to my ROM anniversary this fri, gonna take half day to celebrate with hb. can go shopping and K ge
kelly, my tummy is bigger than before I think. And when I wear singlet material type of top, it will stick out even more. The therapist at Clarins told me to do situp every night but unfortunately I just feel like lying down the moment my aching body touches the bed
I am looking forward to my ROM anniversary this fri, gonna take half day to celebrate with hb. can go shopping and K ge
babystarlet
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kelly > my gal on friso,can get from u?
gelato >i got about 11 pkts.i initially wanted them to deliver to office,so
i no need to bring to office lol.tink ok lol,i join ur side.
wilting > u wan mamil?i wan friso,hee
gelato >i got about 11 pkts.i initially wanted them to deliver to office,so
i no need to bring to office lol.tink ok lol,i join ur side.
wilting > u wan mamil?i wan friso,hee