Apr 16 2008

Let’s call this Skyler’s Bowel Movement, The Sequel: More diabolical tales of diarrhea

jennemede

So I thought I should share with you how I’ve managed to streamline the whole Diarrhea Containment Action Plan to three steps, it being stomach bug season, still. I know. I thought it was spring already, what the hell.

Anyway, so here’s what you need near you AT ALL TIMES when you have a child under five who has diarrhea:

1. A gallon-garbage bag.

2. Toilet paper (duh)

3. A kitchen sink with those spray hoses (if you are peevy about having shit where you eat then use your bath tub. I don’t since I wash off everything with Clorox every time. I can show you the next time I invite you over for dinner, haha).

4. Vaseline

Here’s the Diarrhea Containment Action Plan in three easy steps:

1. When you hear it coming (they usually cry since their bottoms are so sore from purging or just keep an ear out for that guttural bubbly rumble, pfff), grab the garbage bag and sack ‘em from under.

2. Carry them to the sink and remove sack when they are safely IN the sink or tub. Remove diaper IN bag, wrap and throw.

3. Hose ‘em down, dry gently with toilet paper and apply Vaseline to help soreness heal.

Okay, I think I’m done.

How do you like my new theme?

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Feb 27 2008

The business of being born

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My friend Jill sent me a link today.All women need to watch this.I’ve written about this almost three years ago. It’s happening in Malaysia. It’s happening in America.”We gynaes have lives too.” - my old gynae Dr Kim on why she thinks Cesarean is a good thing.Watch it. And let’s talk.


Feb 3 2008

When sorry is not enough

jennemede

One of the main emphases of our co-op preschool program is positive discipline, and a lot of the training us parent teachers get in the course of our involvement in the school is through conflict resolution in the classroom. This is one of my favourite reasons for joining a co-op, in that twice a week, I am exposed to not just my own kids, but other people’s children as well, and get to ‘practise’ how to resolve a conflict between two kids in a positive manner.

Don’t I have two kids of my own at home who are constantly fighting? Yea, I do so yes, I am clearly insane.

Seriously, resolving conflicts between your child and someone else’s is a different dynamic, and from the experience, I have learnt to see both my children more as individuals than just my own kids and siblings. Rae takes the fact that Sky is her sister for granted sometimes, and hence is more likely to take advantage of her, whereas she knows she can’t take the same liberties with her friends at school. As such, she’s more likely to have a meltdown when she can’t get her way because she is at a loss of how to make her friends do what she wants. At the same time, she is adamant at wanting things the way she wants them, so it’s really interesting to see how she works these situations out now that she’s in kindergarten. It’s the same with Sky, my three-year old who’s at the co-op now, as well.

One of the most valuable lessons I’ve learnt at the co-op is How to Accept an Apology.

Back in Malaysia, I didn’t know that there were other ways you can accept an apology graciously, other than saying “it’s okay”. Think about it, my Malaysian friends. How do you respond to an apology? Do you say, “it’s alrightlah, don’t worry about it”?

When you think about it, what does “it’s okay” mean? Does it mean you’ve forgiven the person? Or does it mean that the apology was not necessary? This automatic, seemingly polite (when really, it’s quite thoughtless) response may be appropriate to a grownup because we can figure out what it means. However, to a three-year old child, forgiveness is a foreign and complex concept. And hence, what they will glean from “it’s okay”, is that they had not committed an infraction at all, and the apology was not necessary, when it really was. Aside from being polite, saying sorry means you knew you did something wrong. So if it’s okay, it means I did nothing wrong.

And then I came here and learnt from the fine teachers at the co-op that there were other more meaningful ways to respond to an apology, especially when the wrongdoer and the wronged are children.

“Thank you for saying sorry. It was really hard and I really appreciate it.”

And there it was, so simple and yet effective. You are accepting the apology and thanking the little person for it. And yet, the child is clear that what he did was wrong.

What if sorry is not enough? What if you feel that the apology does little to assuage your anger or frustration or sadness? At the co-op, we’re taught to ask the wronged child, “Did that make you feel better?”. If not, we escalate to “Okay, then what can (the wrongdoer) do to make you feel better?”. Usually, the wronged child is already crying and a hug is then recommended by the grownup, or perhaps a handshake.

Now this is a beautiful process and it usually works - the operative word being ‘usually’. As in real life, things sometimes do not go as planned. For instance, what if the kid who is apologising clearly does not mean it and is saying it in a teasing manner just to get the apology over with?

The recommended response than was that the wronged child must learn to walk away from the situation until a later time when the wrongdoer is ready to apologise correctly, and the wrongdoer is given a talking-to about the importance of being nice to his or her friends.

When my friend Mat and I were discussing this yesterday, I started to wonder. While these techniques work well in a classroom with a one parent mediator, perhaps even at home if one is consistent about it, do they really work in real-world situations, especially when your child enters public school where a grown-up’s assistance may be hard to come by?

Are we, in a way, preparing our children for the less forgiving real life by stepping in all the time to resolve their conflicts, overcompensating by mapping out the resolution so neatly when in real life, they’re rarely so smoothly resolved?

Rae is in kindergarten at a local public elementary school and during recess, she plays with some older children at the school playground with little adult supervision. This has, in the past, caused me some worry. As such, I’ve had to equip her with a ‘bully blocking’ action plan, which I review every week with her because, yes, I’m an over-protective mother.

Of the two times I was around to observe a conflict resolution (without her knowledge) this was what she did: She’d simply stomped away to a corner and sulked. A few moments later, she’d glance over at her friend (who’s probably said sorry a couple of times but of course, with my over-dramatic daughter, it’s never enough), who’s now playing happily by him or herself. Seeing that no hug or satisfactory action will be given, she goes and joins him begrudgingly, dealing with the disappointment by simply not thinking about it, and voila, they are laughing and playing together again as though it’d never happened.

It wasn’t perfect but it was enough. I tell myself that at least, she had not thrown a fit right there on the play structure just because sorry was not enough. It was so hard for me not to step in. I didn’t know of whom I was more proud - Rae or myself.

This is what parenting is, isn’t it? From the moment they’re born, you start to teach your children to be independent, not so much for them to eventually let go, but so that you yourself are able to one day do so (knowing that they won’t embarrass the heck out of you when you’re not there!).


Jan 23 2008

Another post about cleaning. This is a mommy blog after all.

jennemede

One of my biggest Mommy challenges is keeping my temper in check.

My friends may be shocked by this since I’ve always been pegged as ‘easy-going’ or ‘cincai’, in Malay-Chinese speak. The truth is, I get pissed off just like everyone else. Perhaps even more frequently so since I’ve become a parent.

Perhaps the biggest pet peeve I have about being at home with the kiddos is cleaning. I hate to clean and any situation that results in me having to clean upsets me tremendously (and we all know how that is never an issue with having children). Although in recent times I’ve learnt to appreciate, even more, an impeccable house, I deplore no less the space and time between 1. a dirty house and 2. a clean house. In short, I hate having to get on my hands and knees to scrub tile or tub or toilet bowl, pry crumbs off the carpet, vacuum or scrape nasty caked stuff off the stove top.

Now if I were ‘easy-going’ about cleanliness, in that I just ignore the mess, it would obviously not be something I’d be so moved to write an entire blog post about. Or if I liked a clean house so much more than cleaning like my friend Sara does, that I look beyond the labour. As it turns out, I’m one who NEEDs things to be clean but do not want to do the work, and is too cheap to pay someone else to do it.

So yes, I am officially now a moron.

Really, how healthy is it for one to keep completely calm (”remember, gentle but firm”)when one’s three-year-old spills milk or yogurt onto the carpet? Or decides to empty every single box of toys just to look for her favourite Polly Pocket outfit? Or decides to water the one plant in our house with a full bucket of water? How is one to sit back and bask in the happy fulfillment that is parenthood when one is awaken at two in the morning to change out a mattress soaked with pee?

I am in perpetual cognitive dissonance over this, having to reconcile daily the natural (and therefore chaotic) development of young children and my need for tidiness and order. I was, after all, brought up to believe that no bad deed should ever go unpunished. We all live in this world together, and it would be unfair if some people got put away for, say, peeing in bed and some didn’t.

And yet, children rarely want to spill milk. Or pee in bed. Or stick marbles up their nostrils just to smell them a little better. Or roll play-do on the carpet because it’s more fun. Or get pregnant at 15.

Children rarely do these things JUST to piss us off. How self-absorbed are we to even think that? Do they have accidents, make mistakes to see if mommy will REALLY go off the edge and smoke that very last secret cigarette? Deep, deep, deep down, in that small little box called their subconscious, do they draw on walls with permanent marker just to fuck with us?

Of course not.

And yet, we wish it were so. When our kids misbehave, we wished the reasons were more sinister, so that we can feel better when we, say, bitch on our blogs about yet another day spent in pig sty hell.

Phew, that felt good.

Back to making sure all the markers are capped and every car is in the bin and every teeny tiny little Polly Pocket and their teeny tiny shoes are accounted for.

Don’t even get me started on those things.


Dec 30 2007

I hope that’s a compliment!

jennemede

As the aroma of my mother-in-law’s famous pork and eggs braised in soy sauce filled our home, Raeven took a sniff and remarked, unremarkably:

"Mommy, that smell reminds me of an experiment we did at science camp."

Here’s to a whole new year of good smells and great memories (of smells and other things), everyone.


Dec 23 2007

End of an era

jennemede

Yesterday, my friend Sharon and her husband Ross came over to pick up the girls’ crib, which I’d kept all this time, and a number of my baby items.

Yes, I took five boxes of baby things with me when we moved here, preparing for the possibility of baby No.3.

After Sharon and Ross left, it finally hit me how final it all became, the decision that Lokes and I made some time back that we would not be having anymore kids. I am going back to school January, preparing that in the next four years to get my own life back on track so that when the girls are both in school full time, I can get back out there, write the Great Malaysian Living Abroad novel (or more likely, a collection of short stories). Or perhaps revolutionise speech recognition by fusing technology with linguistics.

I decided that I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life at home with the kids. I’m just not built for long-term SAHMhood (I think ten years is about as much of it as I can take). I don’t think anyone is, really - not that they’ll admit that readily. I still want to be home when the kids get home from school each day, help them with homework and be available whenever they need me.

But I will want to do something that is mine. All mine.

Still, it was a sad moment of realisation for me yesterday.

No more anticipating double lines on a pregnancy test.

No more ultrasounds (well, not on my womb anyway).

No more thinking of baby names.

 

(Sharon and Ross, don’t feel bad please. I’d rather my things be with people I care about than sell them off on Craigslist. Guess I know now why it took me so long to put the items up for sale!)


Dec 11 2007

3 websites you can use to teach your child proper English

jennemede

I help Rae with some of her reading and writing.

Found these websites useful:

Howjsay.com - How to pronounce words using the Queen’s English

M-w.com - The Merriam Webster official website, for American pronunciations

Youtube - for showing her words that are better demonstrated than explained (like ‘wilting’ and ‘line drive’) - of course, please be selective!


Oct 4 2007

That’s the sound of something popping in my head

jennemede

“Mommy, I’m hungry.”

“Me too.”

These are the sweetest five words a mother can hear at 6.32 in the morning.

A mother who’s single-handedly battled - and conquered - the stomach bug in both her little girls AND husband the last six days.

It all started last Friday when Rae got her glasses.

Yes, Rae’s got glasses.

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Doesn’t she look adorable?

So she got her glasses, and all was good.

At about 8pm that night, she threw up.

The first time.

At about 10pm, she emptied the rest of dinner, a dinner I can’t even remember, into the toilet.

“It’s the glasses,” I’d insisted.

The next day, she purged. And then vomitted some more.

“It’s not the glasses,” Lokes insisted.

Monday morning came. Lokes was sleeping in Sky’s bed because the kids were beside me. I was too tired to get up every five minutes. I opened my eyes. Sky coughed. And then she threw up. All over herself.

All over our bed.

All over.

“Okay, it’s not the glasses,” I resigned.

So we went to the doc’s at 8.50am on Monday and confirmed that it was the infamous Fall stomach bug that’s been going around. And there was nothing one could do but weather through it. And so, with a piece of paper in my hand called “Things to do when your child vomits or has diarrhoea”, I walked out of the paeditrician’s office, convinced that the world had gone mad, and this would be the longest day of my life.

I was wrong.

At 9pm Tuesday night, Lokes turned to me and asked, “Can grown-ups get this bug?”

I shrugged.

30 mins later, he sat on the toilet. An hour later, he went again. And again. And about 15 more times all through the night.

So Wednesday, yesterday, became the longest day of my life, with both Sky and Lokes perpetually at the potty they didn’t even bother putting on pants (of course, in Sky’s case, it’d become a matter of cost). Rae was all better but she was moody and quiet, not being able to eat or even talk like a human being, just grunting at me now and then as though the bug had slammed us all back to the Stone Ages.

As for me, I sanitized, cooked, cleaned, sanitized again, all the while telling myself YOU’D BETTER NOT GET SICK YOU HAVE DENTAL SURGERY THIS FRIDAY WE ARE GETTING THAT FACKING TOOTH OUT IT’S BEEN FOUR FACKING MONTHS SO YOU ARE NOT NOT NOT GETTING SICK!

Yes, I am having three wisdom teeth removed tomorrow. At 9.15am.

But my kids are now good. And so is Lokes.

Victory is sweet.

So how’s your week been?