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Boobie Fever

we went to Dr Junina’s for Rashard’s shot on Monday.

and as usual, while weighing him, i saw the worried look on the nurse’s face.

you see, my handsome boy is slightly underweight.

based on his growth charts, he is progressing. but not in the generic-at-his-age-average-weight-group.

to me, fudge average. average is boring.

the same as generic.

however, as it is about his health and development, i have to fudge myself.

so, the doc ordered РNO MORE  BOOBIES!

sigh. easier said than done.

doc said that he is too dependent on BOOBIES that he refuses to eat or drink milk whenever i am around cos, hey, my BOOBIES are more attractive.

they are, if I do say so myself.

however, i digress.

so, i vowed to put him off cold turkey, as the last time we wanted to do this, it didnt work because of many factors.

  1. daddy didnt support it. he felt that it was ok for Rashard to latch on.
  2. Grandma and Grandpa didnt support it. same reason as above.
  3. i was too soft hearted. i couldnt bear to see him cry.
  4. i was selfish. i wanted sleep. and BOOBIEing was easy. how? Cry – lift top – BOOBIE out – baby latch – I SLEEP!

but this time, i told myself, it is now or never.

and guess what.



as usual, he wanted his evening feed yesterday when i came back from work. i didnt give in.

CRIED like i have beaten him with the rotan.

*heart broken*

when he wanted to sleep, i had to carry, cuddle, sing, tell him a story, hushed, whispered, comforted and massaged his back.

CRIED and called out my name “EENNDAAAA” (bonda)

*me heart broken yet again*

where was ¬†daddy all this while? there, giving support from afar, as the moment daddy came close, he screamed “BABAB DIDDY, BABAB DIDDY” (babap/hit daddy)

yes, Zul is Puff Diddy at home.

and he slept for a while.

he woke up again at 4. can u imagine how easy it was for me to just lift up my top and bring out the gals?

nope. i vowed to do it right this time.

he cried, called my name, wanted me to babab everyone in sight.

so i called in the big guns.

the saviour.

my life line.


we went to the living room to watch Thomas save the day at 4 am in the morning, while lying down on the couch.

so, if i dont look like sunshine this morning, you know why.

(not that i look like sunshine ever)

he tried to get his fix in the car as well.

thank God for toys.

so yes, as for now, my baby boy has gone thru at least 37 hours without BOOBIES.

my next quest is getting him to drink the formula with me.

yesterday at 4, he drank some, but Bibik had to help.

pray that this will last.

for his sake and mine.