gabu

Ya, my son…

Well… cos, I called my daughter baby,

So, I called my son gabu, to me, baby = gabu, gabu = baby… haha!

Anyway,

First of all, I gotta thank God for giving me 2 kids, 2 lovely kids…

If I'm younger… yes, I'll have three, or four… whatever…

See, with 1 kid, that time you know, she's the whole of your world…

Now, with 2?

Not, not world split to 2,

It's 2 whole world, differently…

With 1 kid, you think, having kids, being parents is just like this,

Yes, just like this,

While, having a second one, if you can afford, you'll know that, 2 kids, they're not the same,

They're just not the same…

My gabu…

I like to call him, the survivor… (well, one day, maybe, you'll know what it means, however… we're all survivor, isn't it? That's how we're formed in our mother's tummy, and came out to see this world…)

And I regard him as being pretty professional in doing things, things that I don't expect him to pick up, just like that…

Ya, just like that,

He's really… different from my baby, ya, baby no. 1,

Different, they're just different, and again, I thank God for showing me a totally different world, and a totally different joy, (+ a totally different challenge!)

(whatever I'm going to list, it didn't happen with baby…)

First, when I was in the hospital the first few days, after his arrival, I'd no problem nursin ghim, he's such a good suckler… didn't give me any single problem… and he slept well…

Second, when we brought him swimming, for the first time, I somehow slipped, ya, I was carrying him, so, you guess? He's with me, underwater for a second, if not more… we didn't give him a float, cos, the float that we bought for him, seemed to be too big for him, so, I carried him…

Ya, he didn't cry, and the next moment, I put him in water, he started to kick, and kick… he didn't fuss, or cried, or showed that he's scared, or cold, or whatever… he just kick, kick, kick… I was amazed… cos, with baby, at this age, just before this, she still fuss about us letting go of her hand, but the other day, out of sudden, she requested to swim with the float, on her own, and she enjoyed so much, again, I gotta say "thank you! Lord!"

Third, gabu had a reflux history, I remembered the first month, I gotta carried him upright, to sleep, after nursing him, so, usually, I nursed him, then, I held him to my chest, while I sat on bed, leaning against the headpiece, and slept, that's my first month (confinement month) survival story… so, yes, the other day, I shared with the paed, on his style of taking medicine (oh yes, he, got infected by the same flu bug from the sis, and both of them frequent the clinic, for 2 weeks just less than a month ago!), ie. he sure threw out!

Like how? It's not that he could manage to refuse the medication we gave him, we made our way for the medicine to go in,

He'll either "blow" it out, with his saliva bubble (yes, he was good at it, he does it, whenever he asks for me, and I didn't bother if I still gotta finish the housework, then, he'll just "ma", at the same time, with bubble forming in his half-opened mouth, if he continues… there'll be "foam" around his mouth, and the floor will be wet!) OR,

After 1/2 min, he'll just "yuek!" all vomitted out!

It was a nightmare for me, feeding him medicine, I'd to use so much strength, so did he, it's like war, for both of us… tiring~

And just to add to it,

These few days, baby started coughing and fever again,

I strictly prohibited 2 of them to get close to each other, whenever I can… but yet, gabu started to have runny nose,

So, to avoid medicine for him (cos, I really hate "war") I make sure I give him nasal spray on a frequent basis…

Again, baby's no problem with taking medicine, (just that 2 weeks, she'd to take 5 types of medicines, and she just took that, drank that, just like that… ) as well as taking the nasal spray…

But then, again, for gabu… you guess? It's like we're torturing him,

He could move his head as much as he's able to,

And fight with his hands, as much as he's able to,

Therefore, giving him nasal spray, I can't do it alone!

So, we managed to give him one dose of spray…

Guess what? With his super duper reflux skill…

Hey!! The thing went in, through his nose, ok??

He VOMITTED IT OUT!

Thumb's up! Son!

Fourth, he loves crawling around in the house,

This baby, my son, gabu!!! I tell you, if you don't keep an eye on him, he'll be anywhere, he's out of control of mine, serious, baby was not like that, she was much more obedient, I told her "no", she seemed to understand,

Again, with gabu, that's not the case, I told him "no", many many many time,

When you don't see him, quietly… he'll do it!

For eg. Putting things in his mouth,

Ya… tell me about it,

This morning, I just dozed off, and he's his sis' barbie's heel in his mouth!! Goodness!!!!!!

I know, babies like putting things in their mouth, but then… with baby, she'd much more control on herself at that age…

I didn't have much problem,

And, she'd be contented with whatever we gave her to play with, those things, she put in the mouth, favourite object is TAG, cloth tag… for eg.

But mu son????

No no no, he's not contented, definitely not contented with whatever we give him,

We give him item A, he takes, put it aside, he'll want whatever we're holding,

And he'll come after it,

If we take back item A, he'll then, want to take item A from us…

He just doesn't want anything we PASS TO HIM!

And, whatever's in his hand? He sure, have to put it in the mouth!!!!! Or at least give it a good lick! (arrgh!!!!!)

Fifth, therefore, he crawled to the bookcase, pulled out all the books, he'll start with those few books, ya, those few particular books…

Then, he crawled to the easel, and took one of the marker from the tub, hanged beneath the easel, I particurly checked, if those caps are "secured"…

Ya, they were…

But the next minute, the cap was removed…

I thought, baby couldn't remove the cap on her own, till lately…

Ya, speaking of which,

One fine weekend, he got up, I still wanted to sleep…

So, I gave him a few objects to fiddle with,

A vicks (small tub, with screwed cap), a nasal spray (don't think he'll be able to press the spray) and a bottle of mozzie…

Just on our bedside table, anyway, they're for kids, not too poisonous, mm… not to say, they're edible though…

So, I dozed off again…

The next moment was,

I smelled a strong scent of vicks…

I opened my eyes, goodness, the cap was opened, and goodness again, his mouth looked "shiny", something's spread on it…

He must have tasted the vicks…

(well, my mother told me, when I was small, I tasted mopiko too!! ^_^ like mother like son!)

The funny thing is,

He didn't cry, haha, just like me, (my mother told me, I was just "hissing" at the side, and at first, she was wondering why I made that sound, cos, mopiko's err… "spicy", is that how you describe it?)

THAT! Is my son, Gabriel!