My first ever baju kurung! I had couple of baju kurungs to wear that year, actually, for Uncle Raman sent me this one, and then Auntie Azie sent another one via Uncle Mahathir who were in London for work.

Mommy said I was so blessed because I have people who care enough to send gifts for me, and I readily agree. Mommy let me wore this one because the one that Auntie Azie sent were a tad bit too big for me to wear, and it was big enough that I wore it the next year, in 2006, during Eid!

AND, another milestone for me, for I started to walk the day before! Yes. I started to walk, and then I, to my Mommy’s chagrin, started to climb up the stairs! Yes, both in the same day!

Mommy said that I gave her the shock of her life when she heard me walking upstairs when she was in the kitchen. From then on, the door heading out from the living room would always be locked since Mommy said she don’t want to get premature gray hairs from that experience!

Mommy said that I looked too precious for words in this baju kurung.

I happen to agree :p

Yes, these couple of photos showed me in my favorite blankie (then) and cot (then). Thankfully (Mommy said) I outgrew this favorite blankie phase, and I had not been able to sleep in my cot since I was like seventeen months old. I could climb out from that cot, really.

But back to my favorite topic : Milk. Mommy told me this story not too long ago. You see, I used to (not anymore, though) drink soy formula for babies when I was younger. Well, actually, when I was around 6 weeks old. At first I used to drink the usual baby formula, but I pooped too much, and it was too much that Mommy just knew that I must be in some pain. And she asked Daddy what could they do?

They consulted the pediatrician, who had not been happy about Mommy’s question. Mommy was really dissatisfied, so she asked Daddy what to do. Daddy said his younger brother faced the same problem : runny stool, and too many of them. And his parents changed his formula, giving him soy formula, instead. And it worked.

So against the pediatrician advise, Mommy switched. She gave me soy milk since I was six months old, and my problems disappeared.

I no longer pooped too much (Mommy told me that most days, it would be usual to change me 10-12 times because I pooped!), and I slowly gained weight! If you read previous entries, you would know that I was a premie, and I was so scrawny that Mommy called me her skeleton baby!

DIsclaimer : Mommy said that she changed my formula because she knew that if she did not, I would be in pain longer. She also added that other Mommies should follow their pediatrician’s advice, though one must admit, pediatricians are not all-knowing. Right?

That was one sad day for me. Why, I hear you asked. Because I twisted my shoulder, my left shoulder to be exact.

This was how it went. That fateful day, Mommy was using the computer and I decided to play with Mommy at the same time. Mommy, as usual, would let me play with her, and she would also be using the notebook at the same time. Mommy watched, and Mommy held my hand.

And then, I decided to walk away. And I wrenched my hand away from Mommy. And I was, am still, very strong. And I felt pain.

I wailed, and Mommy held me while calling Daddy, asking him to come home. He did, and then we went to the A&E at Medway Hospital. The same hospital that I was born at.

Over at the hospital, I sobbed some because my shoulder hurt so bad. Because I was a little baby, and because the doctor who took a look at my shoulder knew something was not right, I was taken to the xray unit, where Daddy hold me so that the technician would be able to take some photos of my shoulder.

It was not easy, and I cried some, but the technician managed after a couple of tries.

Then we took the photos to the pediatrician on duty, and he said that he had to wrenched her shoulder back in. Daddy held me, while Mommy waited outside. After one shrill cry, I felt better.

That was so terrifying to Mommy.

She cried some afterwards. I held her, and I made sure she knew that I was OK, that I love her very, very much.

I hope Mommy knew that.

Mommy loves this one very much, she told me. When I asked her why, she said because I wore this lavender gown. She said I looked like a boy with that very short hair that she usually would have to put me into pinkish, red or lavenderish suits, anything, as long as the color is feminine enough.

I am not sure why people would think of me as being a boy. Did I look like a boy?

OK, so if anyone were to look at me from behind, one might mistakenly thought that I was a boy, I assume? But if I was wearing a pink or lavenderish gown like this, nobody would ask such questions, like?

Wrong. There had been occasions where Mommy let me wear pinkish garb, and yet some people would ask whether I was a boy of a girl!

Hmphh. Really, some people just don’t have a clue.