A few nights ago, I was playing with my daughter in the living room and she was contemplating a stunt and suddenly she fell and went crashing into one of her toys...tears streamed down her cheeks as she rested her head on my shoulder, and as I turned to check her face, I saw that there were drops of blood on my t-shirt and that alarmed me a little. I saw blood coming out of the corner of her mouth and quickly checked the inside of her mouth. Her daddy thought we should go to the clinic to just check it and out and I agreed but at the same time I also called our family doctor and he recommended some ice. By that time, I could hear her complaining her usual self and knew that she was no longer in pain. She was more interested in the hanky that had blood spots and the blood spot on my tee...kids, how fast they forget!
With the ice the bleeding stopped and I checked her tooth to see if it was broken or loose but it was intact...thank God! In no time too she was laughing..
I guess this will be the first of many falls that she will endure, whether physically or emotionally, and just like this fall I hope either her father or myself will be there with her and make the pain more bearable and just like this fall too I hope she heals fast and forgets and continue with life just like nothing major happened.
I know that I learned to brush off the small things and go on with life as my 17 month old daughter has taught me...that's life, we teach and we learn, we give and we receive...
Friday, October 27, 2006
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
Robbed..
Some time ago when I started my blog, I wrote about an escalator near the DangWangi LRT that were not working...build all these, for what?
Last week I found out that one of my staff got robbed on the pedestrian bridge, the poor boy was going to the LRT station and was approached by two men with knives who relieved him of his money..I would have pissed in my pants or skirt if that had happened to me..
Just to think that I take that very same pedestrian bridge and sometimes after dark as well...it is not well lit and not worth using..I guess I will find an alternative then..like cross earlier instead of at the bridge..
I had wanted to start a blog about how to improve things that we see but I guess it is just too difficult for the authorities to take action..hence no improvement..well that's life!
Last week I found out that one of my staff got robbed on the pedestrian bridge, the poor boy was going to the LRT station and was approached by two men with knives who relieved him of his money..I would have pissed in my pants or skirt if that had happened to me..
Just to think that I take that very same pedestrian bridge and sometimes after dark as well...it is not well lit and not worth using..I guess I will find an alternative then..like cross earlier instead of at the bridge..
I had wanted to start a blog about how to improve things that we see but I guess it is just too difficult for the authorities to take action..hence no improvement..well that's life!
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Immunization
Last night we took our daughter to the clinic to get a shot. It was one of the series of immunization that she needs to get.
When she was a few months old getting her first shots, she used to be quiet and not very concern about the jab. She would be more focused on the mobile that hung over her and even the doctor was amazed that this child showed no emotion of pain.
As she grew older, she would let out a small scream and everything would be better after that. Usually I would nurse her while she gets her jab as breastmilk is nature's painkiller. Last night however, the minute I started nursing her in the clinic and the nurse prepped her, she started crying, the minute the doctor gave her the jab, she screamed and cried and cried. She did not even want to nurse...my poor baby...a little bit of complaining to her father and myself and we were good...she is kinda "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" and did not continue crying but I am sure she will remember the doctor's clinic from now on...there are a few more jabs to come...but it is for the best...that's life
When she was a few months old getting her first shots, she used to be quiet and not very concern about the jab. She would be more focused on the mobile that hung over her and even the doctor was amazed that this child showed no emotion of pain.
As she grew older, she would let out a small scream and everything would be better after that. Usually I would nurse her while she gets her jab as breastmilk is nature's painkiller. Last night however, the minute I started nursing her in the clinic and the nurse prepped her, she started crying, the minute the doctor gave her the jab, she screamed and cried and cried. She did not even want to nurse...my poor baby...a little bit of complaining to her father and myself and we were good...she is kinda "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" and did not continue crying but I am sure she will remember the doctor's clinic from now on...there are a few more jabs to come...but it is for the best...that's life
Drivers
I was in Indonesia last week. This is not my first trip but everytime I go there I notice one thing that actually amazes me. The way Indonesians drive. For one thing the roads are not over populated like ours and yes they have bad traffic jams as well but they are more cordial on the road.
What is the horn for? A means of communication right? Yes, and that is exactly what they do...we on the oher hand, if we use the horn , we may get into trouble because it may be taken as something else...being rude or something like that...
Indonesian drivers also give way to others who would like to turn right especially in a busy road...instead of coming faster like what most Malaysian does...I mean honestly, how much does it cost for us to be more polite on the road?
We seem to be in control when we are driving and feel like we can do what ever we want...how sad that we have become such ruthless and rude creatures on our roads...well I guess unless something drastic is done we will just get worse...can I say That's Life? Maybe not..
What is the horn for? A means of communication right? Yes, and that is exactly what they do...we on the oher hand, if we use the horn , we may get into trouble because it may be taken as something else...being rude or something like that...
Indonesian drivers also give way to others who would like to turn right especially in a busy road...instead of coming faster like what most Malaysian does...I mean honestly, how much does it cost for us to be more polite on the road?
We seem to be in control when we are driving and feel like we can do what ever we want...how sad that we have become such ruthless and rude creatures on our roads...well I guess unless something drastic is done we will just get worse...can I say That's Life? Maybe not..
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