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*