All About Your Child

First of all, I’m so lucky that my conscience has not left me, if not, I may have cooked my unborn baby for consumption, as in yesterday’s post….

15 Nov, 2.58am: Just switched off the PC after catching up with all the outstanding posts since my swollen eye days.

3.05am: Keatkeat popped his head out of the dark room and cried: “Mommy, I wake up and I can’t sleep again….” I asked if he was hungry, he shook his head. “Ya, its about time for his next intake of medication.” was what went through my mind after looking at the clock.

(I really dislike cold weather. Whenever it happens for more than 3 days in a roll, Keatkeat’s good friend – Bronchitis, will come for a visit and you will NEVER know how much ‘he’ misses my boy and hence how long ‘he’ would stay)

3.15am: Gave him a bottle of milk and a few tiny pieces of Pandan Cake, followed by his runny nose and cough medicine. “Mmmm….Yummy!” was his reply… and then *cough couGH COUGH AND BLEH!* He vomitted. Nothing to be alarmed. I’m used to this. Blogged so many times over this before: cough so much and so hard till he vomits! Ya…its the norm.

I’m so lucky that I wasn’t woken up to this, or I’ll be shooting fire from my nostrils and ears with unpleasant grumbles coming out of my big mouth. On top of that, I’m soooo lucky because he vomited in the kitchen and not on his bed. *Phew* Are you thinking I’m crazy? Anyway, I’m really glad.

So no scoldings from me, the only sentence that was said with a little faster heart-beat was, “Oh! Keatkeat, you COULD have walked faster, so that you could reach the toilet before the vomits come out…” He vomitted as he head for the toilet, the spread was about 3meters, yes, he vomited as he walked.

So there I am washing my kitchen floor at 3+am in the morning, nothing could be heard except the sound of me scrubbing against my mosaic floor and the singing of Keatkeat: “Mop! mop! mop! mop-pi-li mop. And we go mop! mop! mop! mop-pi-li mop…”

Can you see how calm my boy is? It has become such a common thing for him, its no longer a big deal! Its rather ironical.

He was extremely happy to be my assistant cos’ his brother is not there to fight that post with him. “Keatkeat, I need more water…” I commanded. “OoooKay!…(and started singing again as he wait for the water to fill the pail) 1 2 3 tap tap tap, 4 5 6 and tap tap tap….”

4.15am: The floor was cleaned and smelt nice. “Mommy, I don’t want to sleep..” pleaded my 5 year old. “Ok, then what would you like to do?” hoping that he would not request for something too much for his exhausted mommy. “I want to do art and craft…I want to fold paper…” I shook my head, I wasn’t in the mood to teach but suggested him to draw. He agreed.

As I watched his little figure completely engrossed in the white sheet of paper, making strokes with his pencil as every second passes…I doze off unknowingly….

5am: “Mommy wake up… I finished my drawing and finished reading my story books already. I want to sleep now…” *Hooray!* But when I looked at the detailed drawing, I can’t help but request for an explanation before we head for the bedroom.

“The sun is setting and the moon is rising. (to me, it should be the other way round, looking at the time… *sigh*) The sun is sad because its raining. (yes, its been rainy for almost a week now and that’s the main reason why your Bronchitis came) There were lightning and thunder, so we can’t go out for fun. We played hide and seek at home. Binbin is hiding in the hole (tiny figure on the right) and the 3 of us are looking for him…. Mommy is this nice?”

I pulled him close to my chest, stroke his hair, “Yes Keatkeat, its very nice…. Ok, now let’s go sleep….” *Yawn*

Hey friends, you know I love all of you so much. I have said that so many times and I meant it. The last thing I want to do is make you nice people puke or lose appetite….but I just had to share this !@#$%^&%$# with you. I can’t even find a word to describe this!

Ok here goes…My friend emailed this to me:-

A reporter was the writer of the email. It was written in Mandarin, so here’s the summary of what I read.

There is a restaurant in GuangZhou, China, which served a tonic soup cooked with foetus!!! They call it “Pai Gu” (‘Ribs’ in Mandarin).

Normally, the foetus served on the table is usually 6 to 7 months old. It is cooked or rather brewed with many chinese tonics (which I’m not interested to state here cos’ I don’t know the English names for all those tonics) for 8 long hours.

The soup is believed to boost fertility. A 62 years old man was ‘promoting’ how incredible the effect of the soup was on his sexual life, that even at this old age, he was able to ‘perform’ daily!

The soup is ‘most beneficial’ when its boiled with fresh foetus. They had already been informed by a foreign couple working in China, who are blessed with 2 daughters, that if their 3rd child (in the tummy) is still a girl, after the ultra-scan had confirmed it, then they would sell it to the restaurant. They are hoping for a boy…..

The foetus in the photos (below) was from a village friend of the chef. The price paid for this foetus was not disclosed.

The midwife gets paid for this inhumane act too. The price varies with the age of the foetus. For a 5month old foetus, the midwife is given a few hundred RMB. For foetus carried to Full Term, an award of 2000RMB is given to the parents.

The soup is served for a price of 3500-4000 RMB in the restaurant. Use the Currency Converter to find out how much is that in your own currency. Choose ‘Chinese Yuan’

Currency ConverterAccording to the chef, up to date, only female foetus is available. The guess of the reporter was, “Could it be due to the one-child policy in China, which resulted to this? Chinese being traditional would want to have a son to carry on their family’s surname…..so girls are ‘not welcomed’….”

Warning!

The following photos are NOT recommended for the weak-hearted to see and definitely NOT for people who have just finished a sumptuous meal. As I look at the photos. I was thinking: We are no longer in the ‘cave-men’ age, yet man-eating-man is still happening. I’m not talking about situation where a man is stranded on a mountain after a plane crash and had no choice but ate his fellow (dead) passengers bodies in order to survive. This is NOT about survivor. This is about inhumanity, isn’t it? Eating is one thing. The parents who sold their ‘babies’ away for that miserable $$$. Do their guilty conscience eat them alive by the minute, day by day? And is this approved by the law over there? Shouldn’t the police be involved? The 2nd Last photo where the chef used the spoon to scoop up the head was too much for me to handle……My heart feels so heavy now…. The 3rd picture looks like a boy right? But the article says “5month old-female foetus”… hmmm… *scratch head* I hope more people will get to see this…. Not that I’m a sadist, but this is too shocking to be kept in silence… I just hope to share with people how insane China Delicacies can be… Do Digg this story using my top left icon or you could just link this post from your blog…. whichever way, I thank you if you do….