July 30, 2012
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At dinner time yesterday, Nora came and sit down at the dinner table and told me that ‘Daddy dirty the bath tub’.
I scrubbed the bath tub earlier that day and just before dinner time Jules cleaned the fish tank and must have tipped the dirty water in the tub. I heard him telling Nora that he’s going to clean the tub before I found out and get annoyed with him. I also heard him telling Nora not to tell me about the mess.
Of course she did the opposite. Silly daddy 
July 29, 2012
by yati
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The scene:
I walked into the bedroom. Nora was on the bed on her tummy wriggling/slithering.
Conversation:
Me: Nora! What are you doing?
Nora: I’m a slug. I don’t have a shell. I’m a slug.
Hmmmm… OK.
July 19, 2012
by yati
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Tonight marks the start of Ramadan. It saddens me that I won’t be able to participate on the first day of Ramadan; one of the five pillars of Islam. I am again unwell and on medication.
While I recover, Dr Nora is looking after me and she takes her responsibility very seriously indeed 
July 9, 2012
by yati
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It’s been two weeks since my hospital stint and I still feel so weak! But there’s nothing really I can do. I live in the 21st century where everything moves so fast and everything has to be now. There is just no time to rest.
Nora knows I’m still ill and everytime I cough she assures me that everything will be all right as she is here
July 8, 2012
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Nora has started to put things in order according to her own rules.
I like it.
July 5, 2012
by yati
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Nora will be three in less than a couple of months time. It’s time for me to start preparing for her party. Again, I’m going to bring cake and goodies to nursery as that where all her friends are.
I asked her the other day what cake she wants and she said ‘ghost’. I asked her is she sure she doesn’t want a pirate birthday or hello kitty birthday or any other themed. She’s adamant that she wants a ghost party.
So, I’ve been researching ghost cakes and looking for spooky party favours.
July 1, 2012
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It’s been a week since my stint in the hospital and I’m still bruised from where they tried to get blood but failed.
I have been trying to rest but it is a bit difficult when I see all the mess around me. Today I got working in the garden… only to feel it now. I had a nap with Nora in the afternoon and when we woke up, she looked at me and said ‘Don’t worry mama, I’m here’ and stroke my head. She started reading me a book and told me to sleep. She kept telling me not to cough but it is a bit hard as I need to clear my chest up.
Poor little thing. She must have been so confused to see me so weak last weekend when I’m the one who has always been strong.
June 26, 2012
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Today when I took Nora to Nursery (after what felt like a long, long walk in my still ‘can’t breathe properly’ condition) Joseph came over with a present for Nora.
He told me that last week when they went to the park, they had races and Nora won all three races… effortlessly according to TJ… so they decided to get her a prize.
I think everyone in Busy Bee is going to miss Nora when she moves over to pre-school.
As for her speed… I don’t know where she gets that from!
June 25, 2012
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Oh… an important event indeed!
Nora started pre-school today!! She was so excited! As I was pushing her buggy (very slowly indeed as I still find breathing an ordeal) she kept saying that she’s a big girl now and that she’s no longer in Busy Bee but will be in pre-school!
I’m so proud of her
June 25, 2012
by yati
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I must say that last weekend was quite eventful indeed for me!
On Saturday, full with cold, I took Nora to Scarlett’s birthday party. They are such good friends in Nursery that I can’t say to her that she couldn’t go because I have a cold. So we went. As the day progresses I got worse and after Scarlett blew the candles, I reluctantly coaxed Nora to leave her friends.
We got home and I went straight to bed as I really did not feel well… only to wake up in the middle of the night with breathing problems! I do have mild asthma so I do tend to get this from time to time… but actually I haven’t had it for ages that I didn’t have an inhaler handy… and the GP would be closed on a Sunday.
Still I wasn’t worried as it usually pass after a couple of hours.
Only this time it didn’t. I couldn’t breathe and my chest felt tight. At around 5am I started looking though NHS website and went through the questions. The last bit of it… there was a red box saying that I should call 999 immediately!
My usual reaction… oh come on… I’m overreacting! I’ll be fine… but it got worse and worse and when Nora was up I couldn’t even finish my sentences without gasping for air!
Jules took me to the A&E. I thought it would be good. They’ll prescribe me an inhaler and everything will be fine.
The woman who was triaging the A&E immediately took me in… I was like… WOW!!! I don’t have to wait for four hours??!!
She put the oxygen mask on my, took my blood pressure, my temperature… and called another nurse to get blood out of me. I was like… WHAT???!!!
Than they transferred met to another A&E wad for me to see a doctor, who had my chest x-rayed and they were still trying to find a vein to get blood out of me… six attempts later… they succeeded!
Questions after questions, the doctor called up to see if a bed is available for me to keep me overnight!
Nora was pretty upset when she found out that I might not be going home. It was heart-renching indeed.
But in the end the x-ray and blood test came out clear and the doctor in the Acute Respiratory wad was happy to discharge me… only for me to have to wait another 6 hours for my medication from the pharmacist.
Thanks to Jules for looking after me and Nora… taking me to the hospital and waiting with me for my medication. Thanks to all the nurses and doctors who looked after me… thanks to June, the patient opposite my bed, who is hilarious! But no thanks to the weirdo next to me who must be the worse patient ever that there was a little cheer from everybody when she moved wad!
That was an experience indeed. I have a couple of follow ups… but I hope it won’t happen again… and if it does, I’m glad I’m just a stone throw away from the capable hands of the staff in St George’s Hospital.