Dear Aidan,
This has been a worrying month for Mama and Papa. A few days into December, you broke out in hives again. It was January 2010 all over again, except this round began a month earlier. The upside to this bout has been: no sudden swelling up of your face and lips.
We took you to see Dr. Lam your pediatrician a few weeks ago. And he's convinced you're developing an allergy to something. As to what, he has stated again that it's hard to pin-point unless I've had a food diary all along. Mama has been so careful with your food that it's difficult for me to imagine that you're reacting to something I've not given you before. In fact, you've had licks of peanut butter and gobbled up strawberry yoghurt before with no incident. So, unless it's a reaction to something you've been eating fine all along, you've got Mama seriously stumped.
I do hate seeing how your entire torso, face, limbs and private areas erupt into waves of these itchy bumps a few times in a day. I know how uncomfortable they make you feel once the anti-histamines wear off. And speaking of medication, I'm not even sure in the first place that you should be on so much of these things, safe or not safe. They don't seem to work all that effectively. Not even Zyrtec this time round.
Some good news though. An old acquaintance of Mama's, a copywriter by the name of John Dorai who saw my distress-filled posts on
facebook, recently recommended a Dr. Sanjay Woodhull to me. Mama has found out that he works at the Sime Darby Subang Medical Centre. We'll be setting up an appointment with him soon, okay? Mama promises to help you be hive-free as soon as possible!
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| Did this fall from the sky? |
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| Feels like I'm wearing an animal on my head |
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| Crooked...like the man standing behind it! |
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| Yay! I got the star to sit still! |
Oh and we've put up the Christmas tree. You're almost 2 now but nope. No sign of excitement over baubles and bells, streamers and sparkly stars. It ended up with Papa and Mama horsing around, delirious with the prospect of the season of peace, joy and salvation upon us. Of course, some of the euphoria died a little as time went by and you not only showed a general disinterest with the whole affair but a good measure of grumpiness due to your hives. Even the Santa's hat did not cheer you up. :(
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| Thanks for providing the world with raisins, Jesus |
You're in a better mood when the anti-histamines have just been administered. You even decided to share your raisins with Jesus, giving Him a kiss first at the top of the cross by the altar.
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| Gotta maneuver around the cracking desert floor |
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| Please carry me, Mama coz I've got birds to feed |
Last weekend, we did two things. Firstly, we took a morning walk (or should we say 'hike'?) around the Taman Tun Dr. Ismail park a short drive away from home. It was a longer trek than we thought. But heading off in the wrong direction didn't help. And we were fortunate to bump into our nieghbours, Uncle Fairuz and family along the way who pointed us to the right direction. We ended up in the lovely park where you had fun climbing up steps and running down grassy slopes. You also enjoyed running your toy cars over the bumpy sidewalks.
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| I'm really eyeing that bottle of grape juice in Mama's hand |
Secondly, went out for lunch with Grandpa and Grandma. They're feeling sorry for your hive attack but you must be growing up because you don't appreciate being carried anymore. You'd rather much prefer to walk. Another sign that you're growing up? Your feet are growing bigger and we've had to upgrade your shoes to the next size. Meanwhile, the big J (for Juice) is becoming a big favourite, too. You love the orange juice at Dome cafe and most restaurants. At home though, you don't like the pulp in the ones Mama squeezes fresh for you.
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| Ok, fellas, I'm gonna serve you in these pretty little Christmas plates |
You're beginning to show an interest in using your fingers and hands to manipulate things, demonstrating a development in fine motor skills. Apart from your alphabet puzzle, Mama recently bought some cheap, child-friendly dough to see how you'd take to it. And now you're obsessed with getting Mama to show you how to roll out little balls which we agreed to refer to as 'dough balls'. You like some big, some small and some tiny.
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| Oh it's a little pebble begging me to keep it |
At the same time, you're learning to hold colouring pens and pencils the correct way and would scribble quite a bit eve as you change the way you grasp them. Picking up pebbles and sticks are also becoming a new pastime whenever we're outdoors. And Mama's handbag is becoming sandy and dusty from all the knick-knacks you've been collecting.
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| Eh, Mr. Ink, you gotta come out when I tell you to |
I don't know how long this bout of hives will last. I'm praying to Jesus for a miracle again. May he have mercy upon me and grant you a quick recovery, honey!
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| Bedtime book of the month: "I like Cranky the Crane best, Mama" |
