Beautiful.Mind.Life

The title refers to neither me nor my wife. It was Imran. Cough and fever for the past few weeks, we decided to refer him to a specialist. Imran’s nightmare began when the doctor said he had phlegm in his chest, and was unable to get it out. First year baby, can’t expect him to spit it out like us, can we?

He was warded for four days. A painful four days, for him at least. He had nebulizing session every two hours (after midnight included!). Gazillions of drugs as well as a boring ward. Worse of all, the phlegm-removal sessions (I don’t know the medical term for this) where the physiotherapist will insert a small tube into his nostrils and throat to pump out the liquid. Seriously, looked painful. And of course, Imran didn’t miss the chance to scream his lung out during all four sessions.

We came back home on the fourth day, but we still need to go for follow up this coming Friday. Hopefully, he recovers. Or he might have to spend another four days in that dull room. Sigh.

Bandaged hand, with a needle in his vein, as a liquid medication insert.

Sicky sicky sleepy.

I couldn’t go too far away from him.

The patient. And the guardian.

Sick, sick too. Eat never lose. (Sakit, sakit juga. Makan tak pernah kalah)

Showing off his new shirt and shorts. Eh? Where are the shorts?

So goodlooking. Just like papa.

Ini contoh budak mengantuk tapi tanak mengaku dan tanak tido.

PS: The bill was huge. Luckily, we used my wife’s ING and that covered everything. I was wondering, how do those unlucky people go through this kind of situation? Oh, boy. So unfair.

My parents bought a baby stroller, when Imran came into the family. It was good, until he grew bigger and developed a huge amount of curiosity and experimental movement skills, like I showed you in the previous post. Since the stroller was built for babies, it doesn’t have seat belts, which became essential when the baby grows up. We had serious difficulty keeping him still inside the stroller. The worst thing is, Imran likes to try his heart out to grab things beyond his reach, and one of those things is the stroller’s wheel.

Well, you surely know that when he tries to get a hold of the wheel, he will push himself out of the stroller. That’s how determine Imran is. No pain, no gain. Hahaha. Letih!

And yesterday, we bought him a new stroller, with 5-point seat belts. Quite expensive though, but for something that we can use over and over again, it’s an excellent buy. We can actually use this for a newborn up to 4 years old, depending on how big our kid is. This new stroller can be folded nicely, twice as small as our previous one, and surely saves a lot of space in the trunk. And it came with a sling strap too for better mobility. At 4.5kg, we can bring it along anywhere, effortlessly.

Mama and Abah, we have no intention of dumping your present, but we really need to tie this kid up. If not, then it’s just a matter of time to see him roll over in the middle of a shopping complex. We will use your gift again, for Imran’s brother/sister. Bila tu? =)

It’s been awhile since the last update about Imran. Within that period, he has developed a lot of new skills, while perfecting the other skills he had previously.

Enjoy the pictures.

This skill has created a lot of trouble. And swells on his forehead.

Breakfast @ The Gardens. A skill he developed at a very fast pace. Eat.

I call this skill “Prison Break”.

PS: Imran sweats 24/7. That explains how much movement he makes everyday. Haih!

PPS: His birthday is 28th, anyway. Not today.

Aish comel betul budak ni.

He was shouting and screaming and yelling all night long. He made a scary stunt from bed to floor. He knocked his head hard on the edge of the bed, it got swollen pretty badly. My wife and I couldn’t do anything to stop him from screaming.

And today, he stopped doing that. He catches a  fever.

Patutla.