Rolling, rolling, rolling…

I am beginning to believe that I was born to roll! Well, maybe I didn’t roll out from Mama’s tummy during my birth but I just can’t seem to get enough of this awesome action.

When I wake up from my slumber or get ready for bed, I always seem to have this tendency to roll around on Papa and Mama’s bed. More like lazing around in poetic motion, I call it..

Besides that, Ah Ma has also trained me well in rolling my tongue in various positions. No kidding.. So now I look forward to show it off to Ah Ma and also give her a progress report whenever we meet up. :-P

Two Docs and a Wedding!

Phew! What a tiring Saturday I had last weekend. I was practically out the whole day! It all started in the morning when Papa and Mama took me back to Hospital Pantai to see my ENT doc for a follow-up check after my op. I had a good time biting his gloved finger when he was checking my stitches. Hee! Anyway, all’s good and well.

Immediately after that, I went to see my PD who gave me a quick examination and then proceeded to give me my second jab for that pneumar thingy. After what I went thru during my tongue op, suddenly this jab felt like only an ant bite. :-p


By the time we rushed home to get ready to go for jiejie Chayenne’s wedding, it was already getting pretty late. Nevertheless, we still tried to go for the church reception – only in time for the pastry and cake refreshment (which looked really yummy to me…sigh). We did hang around for a while, met up with Ah Mah and Ah Kong, before going to this beautiful place called Saloma Bistro for the wedding dinner.

I was very attracted by the set-up of this restaurant. Even the ceiling fans moved at such a slow speed it seemed to hypnotise people. Or maybe it’s just me. They also had this gigantic cake on stage which I’d bet could feed the entire hall of people, and then some. There was also some wonderful singing performances and some video on screen with weird people dressed up funnily apart from the very nice pictures of the bride and groom.


Overall, I really enjoyed myself, or at least until after the fish dish where it was getting past my bed time already so Mama had to take me outside to the cozy lounge to sleep. It had been a really long day for me after all. The consolation of it is that we managed to stay on till the end, albeit spending much of the dinner time on the lounge, it was probably my first wedding dinner that Mama and Papa managed to eat the dessert. :-D They must be so proud of me...hee!

check out the very cool wedding gift - my very own BMW!!! Wee! wonder if it stands for Big Macho Wheels?...hmmm

More Saliva = Less Charm

Since my tongue operation, I seem to be expressing more and more saliva, uncontrollably. Hope it is something temporary that will go away as I learn to control my glands better.

Meanwhile, my charming self-image has been tarnished somewhat in recent days. You see, the pretty girls who are also with me throughout the day at Mrs D's house has distanced themselves from me!

"Eeee! so much saliva one..."
"Aiyeeee..."

These are certainly tough times...:-(

Laid Low and Stitched

Whew! Am really glad that the ordeal is over. I would consider the operation last weekend as a major milestone of my growing up phase. Imagine having to fast from food of all sorts about 4-5 hours prior to the operation; having to wake up so early in the morning in order to reach the hospital by 7.30am.

Upon registration, I was dressed up in an adult operatee apparel (see! I knew people my age seldom go for ops!) and wheeled in this ultra cool four sides of steel cage to the operation floor.

The nurses were quite shocked to see such a happy smiley face going into an operation. Papa and Mama told me to be strong that day, so I cannot fail them. Hee! My ENTertainment doc was surprisingly not there yet. Sometime after 8.30am, he finally came to start the procedure by giving me some kinds of gas that made me pass out. When I came to, the operation was already over! Didn’t feel any pain at all at that time (thanks Mr Gas) but it only kicked in sometime later that night.

Check out those spidey web-shooters on my left wrist....hee!

The operation was pretty fast too – no more than 30 minutes, including the waiting time. By 9.15am thereabouts, I was already reunited with Papa and Mama again, who carried me back to my ward where I rested for the next few hours for observation. My mouth area did feel some numbness though…

my ward number...2253...specially for any readers who feel lucky....hee hee...

Anyhow, I had a four-bedded ward all to myself! It was a pretty cool ward with FOUR teevees hanging from the ceiling! Now if I could convince Papa to hang a few more likewise back home…My doc came to check on me slightly after noon and said should be OK for me to go home. He did warn that drinking Mama’s goodness may be a challenge for the next few days. Also, my stitches should come off by itself or disappear together with my acidic saliva (hee!) within the next few days.

By 3.30pm, we left for home, with memories of this scary adventure of my first (and hopefully last!) ever operation. I overheard that the total cost involved is even higher than the cost incurred to deliver me from the same hospital!

Back to my playful self!

Guess it isn’t easy to raise me up huh? Thank you Papa and Mama for bringing me through this. Hopefully now with my tongue released, I can look forward to becoming more of a chatterbox in the future…

Ahhh....it's finally over! :-D

Tongue-Tied No More!

My operation last Saturday was a success. Thanks for all your prayers!! Ever since the day I found out that I had to go for this operation, I have been restless almost every night.

During the operation, it didn't hurt as much as I thought. My ENTertainment doc had his own way of kocking me out whilst he worked on my tongue. Felt like some kind of gas, but I became too sleepy to find out what.

Anyway, it was the pain after the op that I'm still trying to deal with. Currently resting and recovering at home with Papa and Mama.

All in all, am tryly thankful and relieved that it is over. Can't wait to fully recover and 'unleash' my freed tongue now. Hee!

Won't You Say A Prayer For Me?

Yup. This is an honest plea for everyone to pray for me.

This coming Saturday (25 Oct 2008), Papa and Mama is taking me to the hospital for a minor operation to 'release my tongue'. Heck, I have not even collected 12 moons yet and now have to go for an operation...sigh.

I have never been so afraid before. Even Papa and Mama's anxious looks have me more restless. They even took extra leave from work to help me in the recovery period. :-D

So, I would truly appreciate all the prayers for me yah...:-)

"Lord, please make this operation as painless as possible...grant me strength and courage this coming Saturday, and make me feel better fast fast after that. Grant Papa and Mama peace of mind as I know it is hard on them as well. In Jesus' Name I pray. Amen. "

Back Where I All Started

Two weekends ago, my memories of my introduction to the world was re-lived when Papa and Mama took me back to Hospital Pantai Indah. But it was no social visit though, mind you.

You see, Ah Por suspected that I may be tongue-tied - some occurence that may have risk of the child not being able to pronounce words properly when they're older. She said the 'W' shape of my tongue is an indication. Papa and Mama got another confirmation during my last visit to my doc, who in turn referred an ENT specialist to check.

So there I was, back in the Hospital where I was born. In the end, the ENT Doc confirmed that I was in fact tongue tied, and advised for a minor surgery to be performed to 'release' it. Doc also said besides the W indicator, most tongue-tied babies also tend to have more saliva because of iniability to control some gland thingy....ahhh...that might explain why it seemed that I was already starting to teeth at 2 months!

I counted that the doc only ENTertained us for no more than 10 minutes, and the bill came up to about RM125! Must be good becoming an ENTertainment doctor I guess. *jots down in career of choice notebook*

Stay tuned for updates as Papa and Mama needs to plan when best to bring me in for the tongue releasing session.

Will I be more talkative then?
Will I be able to taste more things then?
I can't wait to find out too!