baby talk and vomit.

Khalisah is extra excited whenever her father is around. As you can see from the video, she talks like a champion with her Ayah, no doubt. With me, all she does is focus on my boobs and will just smile whenever I talk to her. Kesian Mama dia. Padahal Mama dia yang mengandung 9 bulan and pantang 44 hari?!

Anyway, last Thursday was the very first time Khalisah and I went out after 44 days of confinement! Excited k, pakaikan dia dress and all. Where did we go? *drum roll please*

Jurong East Polyclinic, for her immunisation HAHAHA.

My younger sister tagged along and I am glad she did because my sweet little Khalisah vomitted the moment we alighted from the cab! She was literally drenched in her own vomit and the vomit, being milky and watery, flowed down to my dress. *claps hands*

Yang tukang lapkan muntah siapa? My sister la. Thanks sistaaaa.

Called my husband who was at home getting ready to go for his reservist (and probably running late also) and he said he would drop by to bring another set of clothes for Khalisah.

He did but he arrived when we were almost done so… We didnt change after all. Kesian Khalisah’s dress ada vomit.   

There, my 6 weeks old baby girl (at that time) like champion falling asleep seconds after her immunisation. 

So Mama kena inject Khalisah at home so boleh sleep easier?


p.o.p confinement.

Today marks the last day of confinement/pantang for me. I cant believe I went through 44 days of no spicy food and no cold plain water, which were staples during my pre-pregnancy as well as pregnancy days. Not to mention the ikan haruan and chicken essence which could really do with a change in recipe and taste and of course the ubat periuk which made my mata terbeliak when it went through my gullet. 

(Well, there was a particular day my mum cooked lontong goreng which was a tad too spicy for lunch and I ate a bit of it but turned out that Khalisah was the one experiencing the aftermath because she poo-ed for 7, 8 times in the entire day as I was exclusively breastfeeding her!)

Speaking of which, how has motherhood been so far?

It was… Full of ups and downs, no joke about it. Let me share the downs first.


Prior to starting on this breastfeeding journey, I had done a little (to none) research on breastfeeding and the only thing that I had prepared was probably the Spectra 9+ pump that was purchased months before my EDD. That’s it. No research on foods that will increase my milk supply, no research on lactation cookies/brownies, nothing. I confidently thought my milk would come in a day after I had given birth. Hence, I wasnt prepared at all for what I would be greeted with the first night we brought Khalisah home.

I had no milk. Not a single drop. She was waking up every 15-30mins. But I let her latch on anyway because of supply and demand since Dr Suzanna and the nurses at KKH said the milk would eventually be produced if Khalisah kept on suckling. Then I had a problem – both my nipples, especially my left one, were dry, cracked and sore. I ended up tearing whenever I let her latch on and already on the first night, my left nipple bled on Khalisah’s lips. 

It took 4 days for the milk to come in and close to 2 weeks for both my nipples to be back to normal.

After we had successfully passed the initial stage of breastfeeding then came another (happy) problem. Khalisah was latching on for at least 1.5hr during each feed. Initially I sat up while breastfeeding then it came to a point where my neck and back aches like crazy toward the end of the 1.5hr. To add on, her feeds were at 1-1.5hr intervals 😳

The best part was, she refuses to suck on any pacifier. From Tollyjoy to NUK, you name it, she refuses to suck on any of them. *collects all pacifiers to return to the store for refund*


For about 2 weeks, she sleeps heavily during the day, wakes up at 8pm and refuses to go to sleep after that. So at night, she cries and wails even after we feed her. There was even a particular night my husband carried her and knocked on my parents’ door while saying, “Mama, tolong kita, Ma.” Hahahaha. 

But I am glad to share that as of last week, she is feeding for an hour at 2, 3 hours intervals and sleeps at 9 or 10pm and wakes up every 3 hours for her feed and diaper change without any fuss, Alhamdulillah. I am praying that this will get better when she grows slightly older.

On the other hand, motherhood is beautiful during moments like these:

Frankly, the ups and downs make motherhood really worthwhile ❤️❤️❤️



Humans, being humans, always put themselves in unnecessary dilemma, or in my case, tulemma (tula+dilemma).


Tula Infant Insert 

(Confinement ends next week, which is why I am scrambling to make sure I have everything I need before bringing Khalisah out.)
To buy or not to buy, that is the question :p

How Khalisah? Should Mama buy that? 



Today was a crappy day. 

My left tendon is swollen and to quote the doctor, “Imagine that you don’t have a left hand for two weeks.” Means that I wont be able to use my left hand for these two weeks.

To make things worse, I felt the same type of pain in my right wrist when I reached home from the polyclinic! I shudder just thinking about not being able to use both hands 😡

And then in the evening, I felt a weird pain on my right inner thigh. It was a bisul/abscess. I obviously dont have a thigh gap so my thighs are constantly rubbing against each other which attributed to the pain the bisul is causing. Already both wrists sakit and then I am feeling pain when I sit/stand/walk. 

Then just now at 8pm, I felt giddy and feverish. Took my temperature and it was 38.5 degrees. I popped two paracetamols and just stoned at the living room while Khalisah was asleep.

I felt like crap today. I felt as though i wasnt capable enough to look after Khalisah.


family planning.

A few days back, unexpected guests turned up at my parents’ place to visit Khalisah. My husband and I were clad in our pyjamas (it was already 1pm but in our defence, we had already taken our shower, separately, of course hahaha) and fortunately Khalisah was at the living room with my parents. We were in our room spending some we-time surfing fb hahahahahah.

I sprung out of bed and frantically searched for a decent attire to don. Takkan nak keluar bilik with pyjamas right? Apa kata tetamu nanti lol.

Him: What are you doing? No need to change la. Your pyjamas not koyak what.

Me: Eh dont want la. Nanti apa org kata if I salam them in pyjamas.

Him: Just tell them we are making baby number two. *spreads arms out to hug me*

Khalisah tk approve tau, Ayah! At least not yet :p