Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care,
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear

You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight.
Fever, in the morning,
Fever all though the night.

Sun lights up the daytime,
Moon lights up the night
And I light up when you call my name
And Oooh I’m gonna treat you right

Whoever who talk about labour pains and potpot snipsnip pain, has obviously forgot to warn us about Mastitis, an infection brought on by blocked milk ducts.

I felt the flu-like aches, and uncontrollable shivers from the cold. My goosebumps littered all over my body, and I was growing increasingly uncomfortable on a Saturday night.

I was even contemplating on heading out for roller-blading after feeding Minibean since she was already deep asleep(Damn, very long no blade already. Do I still remember how to?!).

But the sharp pains at the side of my right boob was excruciating. Never did I feel such intense pain on my boob. I even had problems lifting my arms and each step I took was careful, in case the movements would cause the burning-like pains.

I remember the gift from the NPCC guys, and whipped it out of the drawer.

A blocked milk duct can do such black magic on me.

Fortunately, Mastitis doesn’t affect breastfeeding, and I went ahead to feed Minibean in the wee hours, though it was darn painful and my head felt darn heavy.

Damn sick.

***

We(Vamp, Uncle Jer, FF, Mr Guniang) were supposed to meet up last evening for dinner. When they told me of the meet-up on Tuesday, I was already pretty sure that I wouldn’t turn up(I don’t like to feel extra, you see).

And I was half-expecting Vamp and Uncle Jer to back out too(what’s new!).

Yay! I was right. I wanted to stay home to spend time with Minibean, decided I wouldn’t meet up with them unless they are going to play mahjong at my place. Vamp who had then said would meet up for dinner, changed her plans and said she would meet up for post-dinner programs, and later decided not to meet up at all.

Hehehe. And thus, plenty of space and opportunities were left to the remaining people.

So I spent most of my day with Minibean, seeing her smile excessively, and occasionally making baby sounds to me, as if in response to me talking to her.

It is amazing how it seems like she understood everything we said.

I jokingly asked, ‘Baby where’s your hand?’ and she looked on to me puzzledly.

I then held up her right hand and said, ‘This is your hand!’

The next time I asked, she actually brought up her right hand to hit my left.

Hehe, though it might be argued that she was just moving her hands at the right moment, instead of knowing what is really happening, it is really about what I would like to believe.

She wouldn’t stop smiling, and I tried capturing it on video, and I couldn’t resist taking one still shot from it.

I am glad I spent my Saturday at home.

And yes, I sound horrible. Seriously, it will be wiser for you to watch the clip, muted. And you can faintly see her dimple when she smiles.At 5 plus, close to 6, Francis, Alvin and Denise came over for a game of mahjong. With my reluctance to head out of the house, mahjong seems like the best option for me to fill my weekends.I was right. Minibean responded much better to male voices than female! It’s odd since babies tend to prefer higher pitched voices.

She looked at Denise perturbedly, and smiled when Alvin tried to talk to her. Tsk tsk.

After having some attention, she had her milk and drifted off to a deep sleep in the hall, despite us playing mahjong in the hall too.

Like a little worm, all cocooned up.
Awww….

***

Minibean on Friday morning, before she hit the showers.

So sexy huh!

Traffic was a killer on Friday morning. It took me an hour to reach MacDonald House even though Dad had given me a lift.

I got home on Friday, slightly drenched, with the ceaseless rain outside.

Due to some legal issues, I don’t think I can start at the bank till Tuesday. Despite looking forward to start on Friday, we didn’t get to do so, but we were introduced to the branch managers, and were told of expectations and such.

With that, we were dismissed, and I headed to Plaza Singapura for lunch with Kristin, Glenn and Boon Kiat, before we headed back to office.

I wore my heels for the first time, and man, it was comfortable though I wasn’t quite used to the 3-inch height.

I pumped before the meeting started, and was aghasted when the silly pump gave up on me after I pumped one side.

Had to do it manually then.

Went for meeting, which ended late, and I was stuck in the rain post-meeting. Had wanted to talk to my manager over some issues and perhaps update him on the upcoming stint.

But he was so busy with visitors that I decided to go to the loo to pump again, with new batteries. I realised the problem wasn’t the batteries, and I had to take matters into my own hands again.

Before I could finish, I already heard him heading for home(toilet near the lift).

I left in the rain after FF and Janise told me separately that they wanted to play mahjong. What can I say? Newbies always have the zest! I thought staying home on a Friday rainy night with a game or two wasn’t too bad an idea. I got Alvin to join us and the game didn’t start till it was almost 11.

On my way home in the cab, I thought to myself that I had yet to get myself a mahjong table to replace the old one.

But I was looking so wrong to head to the neighbourhood to get a table.

I was wearing a work dress which restricted my gait, a blazer, and my heels, carrying eggs, milk bag, and my working bag.

But I thought I might as well get it over and done with since I was on a cab….

I asked uncle if it was possible to put a mahjong table in his cab, and he told me there wasn’t any problem.

Eventually, I alighted to get one of the cheapest ones, paid for it, and the very nice uncle enthusiastically carried it to the waiting cab for me, as I followed him in the drizzle, struggling to maintain my balance on heels.

Cab uncle carried it off the cab for me, and placed it next to the lobby door.

Even the cab uncle was slightly bemused and told me it would be laughable to see someone dressed like me carrying/buying a mahjong table on a rainy night like this.

Looking the way I was dressed, no way I could possibly carry it to the lift landing despite the short distance.

So, I used the intercom to get my nanny down, ‘Hmm, I need a little help from you. I wait for you downstairs.’

When she approached the door, I gave a cheeky grin and let out a sheepish laugh.

‘Tadang!!’ I beamed.

She laughed and went, ‘You really did it?!’

I had told her several times I wanna get one but don’t know how to carry it back despite the short distance.

And on a rainy night like this, and wearing the most uncomfortable gear, I actually managed to lug one home.

‘Is there anything else you couldn’t and wouldn’t do?’ she asked, amused.

***

I couldn’t wait to get into the showers, and remove my makeup, wash up, so that I could play with the little one.

The smart lass actually turned her head and leaned towards my face whenever I put my face next to her, asking for a kiss.

She did it not once, but a few times, and I just put my cheek next to her, for her to slam her face into mine, leaving a trail of drool on my face.

Awww..

***

I took a long sleep to sleep off the fever.

I woke up with boobs that felt like stones.

I bet Minibean would hurt her head if she were to bump into them.

I drenched my top from the leakage, something that hadn’t happened since early days of my confinement.

I walked cautiously with each step because of the immense pain from the infection.

I decided to ease the pain from the engorgement first before I take lunch.

After the leakage and blockage, I was half expecting a slow and limited flow.

Never did I expect to sit till my legs were numbed, for more than an hour and half.

The pump stopped at 130ml, which is considered rather much these days.

Then, with the pain still lingering, I tried to hand squeeze to ease the engorgement.

And I had my record amount of milk, ever(though some others could easily have such amount, it isn’t the case for me).

8 oz! 220ml! I feel like a cow! Even my nanny called me a cow.

Moooo….

I could almost fill the bottle!

What can I say? Size seriously doesn’t matter.

Miraculously, boobs feel much better thereafter, though the pain from the infection is still here.

If only I could keep up with such supply, and I wouldn’t have to rely on formula.

But her appetite is indeed scary. She had increased her intake to 80ml a week ago, and today, we increased her intake to 100ml.

And sometimes, she has 140ml within an hour.

No wonder her cheeks are getting rounder.. Gee.

And with rates like this, it is highly unlikely of me to keep up with total breastfeeding. Sigh.

Alrighty. Pump time.