Sweet Child O Mine

Ok, this post has nothing to do with the Guns n Roses song, but well..the phrase just comes to mind when I think about Christian sometimes.

P and I agree that currently, the greatest virtue he exhibits is his great love for his mama ^_^ (His weaknesses..well..I will decline to list them out here in case he reads this post in future.)

Some background first: On Wednesday, some rashes appeared on Calista's face and body, front and back. We brought her to the doc cos I was worried it might be chicken pox (Ch's school is having an outbreak of chicken pox.) The doc said since she doesn't have a fever nor are there any blisters, it is not chicken pox. He also ruled out roseola and proclaimed it a mysterious viral rash. We were relieved and proceeded to spend the day quite happily since P was at home studying for his exam the next day.

At 4am on Thur night, Calista cried and fussed after I fed her. A groggy P asked "What's wrong" when he heard her cries and a second later, Calista puked all over our bed. A major clean-up with change of sheets ensued and I fed her again to put her back to sleep. Mistake, for she puked a second time. I found her clinging onto me miserably. It seems like they really know who their mummy is (I thought she might be closer to Ida my helper given that it is Ida who spends most of Ca's waking hours with her.) Thurs was a bad day - Ca was cranky, fussy and had to be constantly carried. I dragged myself to work cos of looming deadlines but rushed home 2 hours early because I was worried about her. Thank goodness her fever broke by Friday morning and she was back to her normal playful self again, albeit rather spotty-looking.

I discovered to my horror lots of rashes on my thighs on Friday night. I gasped and Christian asked what was the matter. When he saw the rashes, he too was a little taken aback, but decided to 'nurse' his mama back to health.

"Mama, you want your pomegranate juice? Come, drink! Pomegranate will kill the rashes and you will be well! It will 'gunkgunkgunk' in your stomach." (I don't know why he came up with this idea.)

When I pouted and told him to stay far away, he looked concerned..I asked him if he will still love his mama when she is ill and he immediately said

"MAMA, even when you are sick, I will STILL love you. I love you even when you have rashes."

^_^

The rashes got more numerous on Sunday..I was staring at them, gave an unconscious "MMMmmm" and Christian heard my deflated expression of self-pity.

"Mama, why you "mmmed"?
....
"*brightly* Nevermind, just take medicine.."

Mama..when I grow up, and you still have rashes, I will bring you to the doctor ok? Then I will give you a train to play. And a bus.
I will give you medicine too!

I was lying on his mattress before bedtime and he asked without prompting -

"Mama..are you hot? A little? Ok! I will fan you! *proceeds to fan me very seriously* Turn around mama! Let me fan the other side!"

OH.. I was so pleased my heart sang with joy and my eyes crinkled up.
P rolled his eyes incredulously at the inequity. =D

Encounter 2 (on another occasion when I was ill) -
"You not feeling well? No, mama no? Mama, if you hungry you tell me ok. I will take food for you. I am thirsty."

*looks at me, decides not to bother me*
"I go take water myself, later I come back."

*runs to kitchen and reports to Ida*

"Ida I sayang mama! Because mama not feeling well."

He sees me hugging cushion and asks - "Mama you want bolster? He runs to get his favourite bolster and presses it into me. "Gonggong, mama sick already..."

Ch turns to me and says - "I give you pillow so it's softer."

He stops bouncing around and sits next to me on the sofa to accompany me.

"Mama you have fever? Popo later can you bring mama to hospital? Mama I take water for you. there. take your medicine!"