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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCRX08fyp7ImA9WhRUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29911725</id><updated>2012-01-20T08:41:04.377+08:00</updated><category term="Inspiring Quotes for Mothers" /><category term="SAHM" /><category term="Marriage and Relationships" /><category term="Pregnancy and Childbirth" /><category term="Home Schooling" /><category term="Mothering" /><category term="Newborn" /><category term="My Boy" /><category term="Breastfeeding" /><category term="Preschooler" /><category term="Blogging" /><category term="Bringing up kids" /><category term="Teething" /><category term="Toilet Training" /><category term="Baby" /><category term="General" /><category term="My Girl" /><category term="Toddler" /><category term="Memes and Tags" /><category term="Sleep" /><category term="About Me" /><category term="Recipes" /><category term="Breastfeeding Stories" /><category term="Puberty" /><category term="Mommy Bloggers" /><category term="Education" /><category term="Health" /><category term="Housekeeping" /><title>Mothering Times</title><subtitle type="html">About becoming a mother and all the joy, love, sweat, tears and stresses that comes along with the job called "Mother".</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29911725/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Mumsgather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578910510946597934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTA6JN5CUkI/TFYx34vMpSI/AAAAAAAABTM/w_iDzfzN7Mk/S220/AVATAR.GIF" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>378</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MotheringTimes" /><feedburner:info uri="motheringtimes" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcCRX0yeSp7ImA9WhRUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29911725.post-6177234528747158716</id><published>2012-01-20T08:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:41:04.391+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-20T08:41:04.391+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="My Boy" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teething" /><title>First Time Having His Molar Tooth Extracted</title><content type="html">The boy had his tooth extracted recently. It was actually his fourth visit to the dentist for the last two months. His gum was swollen due to a bad filling. He was given antibiotics the first visit, a medicated filling on the second visit, a temporary filling on the third visit. On the fourth visit he was supposed to get the temporary filling replaced by a permanent filling but his gum was still swollen so he had to have his molar tooth extracted. It could no longer be saved.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was very brave at first, nodding and asking the dentist questions. He was ok when the
Local Anaesthetic&amp;nbsp;was injected but when the dentist started to pull, well, thats when the flood of tears came. He had to be consoled by 2 nursing aids and the dentist. All 3 fussed around him, wiping his tears, offering him warm water followed by a cup of hot milo. He cried and cried.&lt;br /&gt;
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The dentist was very gentle and patient with him and the entire extraction took well over an hour! He had ice-cream after that and he said today is a bad day at first -100 points for visiting the dentist but +100 points for the ice-cream so it evens out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Later on (about an hour after the dental visit) his body started to itch and his old spots from last year's epstein barr virus infection started to become inflamed. Red, itchy, slightly swollen and a couple turned into blisters. They look like very bad bruises all over his body. He tends to get this whenever he has a fever and infection.&lt;br /&gt;
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So it was off to the doctor we went yesterday. The doctor was not sure whether it was an allergy reaction to the Local Anaesthetic or an infectious mononucleosis.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Infectious Mononucleosis -&amp;nbsp;I must remember to check up more on that later. He was given antibiotics for 4 days plus antihistamine and a cream for 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;
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For the sake of memory, I am recording down the&amp;nbsp;Local Anaesthetic here so that I may refer to it later.&lt;br /&gt;
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He was given 1.6ml of Scandonest 2% which was injected to the gum. The ingredients in the Scandonest&amp;nbsp;Local Anaesthetic are mepivacaine 36mg and adrenaline 18mcg.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hopefully he will recover by Chinese New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-6177234528747158716?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well, something like that. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He got the SAHM part of the bargain and the teach them and nurture them part thrown in. However, since they’ve got a helper at home, his spouse has abandoned housework and cooking! He likes the clean house with the helper’s assistance, much better than when his wife was looking after it. His bookshelves were covered with dust them and his wife often gave the excuse that she has this motto…. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“It is better to have a home filled with dust and love then a cold spick and span house.”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yeah, she made up that household saying all by herself. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A few months after the helper came in and as the helper became better and better with the wife’s guide of course, she slowly let go of the tasks one by one, cleaning the toilets, moping the floor, ironing his shirts, cooking the dinner. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Old Fashioned Man said nothing but in his heart he wanted his wife to cook for him, personally, herself. He also wanted her to iron his shirts and mend his buttons herself but she never did any of those things anymore. She only cooked him instant noodles during the weekends when the helper was busy washing the car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Well, the thing is old fashioned wife doesn’t really like to cook. To her cooking is just another household task. She does not look at that task with love. If somebody else can do it just as well as her and free her up to spend more time teaching the kids, then why not? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;But then …. uh oh…. old fashioned wife forgot that she has an even more old fashioned spouse. So her New Year’s resolution is to spend more time cooking up home cooked meals herself, personally but she still won’t do the ironing, I’m afraid.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Perhaps some kind soul would like to share some simple home cooked recipes with old fashioned wife? 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Have you got your Christmas Gifts yet? If not, you can go to my &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/lensmasters/mumsgather?q=christmas%20gifts"&gt;Christmas Gifts Ideas&lt;/a&gt; Squidoo Lenses for some last minute Christmas Gift ideas. This year we got the kids bubble guns and water guns and books and kites and for ourselves books and decorative items for the house and for the helper a perfume. We went shopping together so everyone knows what they're getting. That kind of takes out half the fun of it but they're all wrapped up now under our 'Christmas tree' (our clothes hanger which doubles up as our Christmas tree every year) so no one gets to it till Christmas so there's still the fun of anticipation and waiting....&lt;br /&gt;
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I've been getting a lot of visit on my &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/lensmasters/mumsgather?q=christmas%20gifts"&gt;Christmas Gifts&lt;/a&gt; lenses as well as my &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/color-themed-christmas-decorations"&gt;Color Themed Christmas Decorations&lt;/a&gt; lens. Looks like everyone is in the mood for a colorful Christmas. It puts me in the mood too.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just in case I am too busy to update my blog till then, Merry Christmas 2011 and thanks for supporting and visiting my blog. Hope you all have a good holiday.&lt;br /&gt;
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The truth is, we are both heading toward&amp;nbsp;senior hood. (If there is such a word). In a few years time we will&amp;nbsp;qualify&amp;nbsp;for senior rates for public services! I think its time we look at &lt;a href="http://www.advantageoneinsurance.com/senior-life-insurance.php"&gt;life insurance for seniors&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a &lt;a href="http://www.dinkytown.net/java/LifeInsurance.html"&gt;life insurance calculator&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;to help us decide how much life insurance we need. This is a very useful tool indeed. It will help you to do some of your own calculations before you ask for &lt;a href="http://www.advantageoneinsurance.com/"&gt;life insurance quotes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Time really flies. I can't imagine that I am going to be a senior in a few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-4227325552349568114?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last year we were very fortunate to get a good &lt;a href="http://www.travelnursing.org/"&gt;Travel nurse&lt;/a&gt; to accompany dad for the long journey back to our hometown. Unfortunately, because she is a very good nurse, she has been sent to another family to work. She was with dad for one year and he has taken to her. She is both gentle but firm with him, a truly wonderful nurse.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have had a few other nurses after her. Some of them female and some male nurses but I must say that some of them are new and just &lt;a href="http://www.travelnursing.org/how-to-get-started.php"&gt;getting started&lt;/a&gt; on the job. They are not as competent as the nurse before.&lt;br /&gt;
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This year, I hope that dad will get another good &lt;a href="http://www.travelnursing.org/"&gt;Travelling nurse&lt;/a&gt; so that he will have a comfortable journey home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-1901415613085804890?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I think it is a good idea to subscribe to such a newsletter. Just go to a Marriage and Relationship website that you think is good and subscribe to their daily newsletter if they have one. It will serve as a good daily reminder on how you should act and react as a wife.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a lot of information on the internet and I hardly have the time to read them. I would not surf the net very much unless there is something specific I am looking for so having something delivered to my mailbox is a good way of making me read.&lt;br /&gt;
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I do subscribe to some other relationship sites on my Google Reader. However my Google Reader is so full of unread blog posts that I often just tune off altogether. So the best way is still to subscribe to a newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;
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The daily affirmations I receive remind me to be patient, to give more and ask less, to listen better, be more forgiving, to think before I speak etc. Of course, I have read and know all these things but it does help to be reminded of it daily and like anything else, you become better with practice even being a wife and mother.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cyber Monday is not only for Monday. Its for the whole week! Have you bought anything yet? If not, there's still time.&lt;br /&gt;
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What is Cyber Monday?&lt;br /&gt;
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Cyber Monday is a marketing term for the Monday immediately following &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_Friday_(shopping)"&gt;Black Friday&lt;/a&gt;, the Friday following&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving_Day"&gt;Thanksgiving Day&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;United States&lt;/a&gt;, created by companies to persuade people to shop online. The term made its debut on November 28, 2005 in a Shop.org press release entitled "'Cyber Monday' Quickly Becoming One of the Biggest Online Shopping Days of the Year"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above excerpt is from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyber_Monday"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. To read more, go to Wikipedia.&lt;div&gt;
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Check out more news about Cyber Monday Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;
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Get Great Bargains for Cyber Monday Deals Week!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/b?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;node=360960011&amp;amp;tag=assocamazonops&amp;amp;_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=mothetimes-20&amp;amp;linkCode=ur2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creative=9325"&gt;Shop Amazon's Toys - Black Friday and Cyber Monday Deals Week&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=mothetimes-20&amp;amp;l=ur2&amp;amp;o=1" style="border-bottom-style: none !important; border-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-width: initial !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-left: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px !important; margin-top: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When you're feeling healthy, quite often we don't think about health checks or even things like &lt;a href="http://www.medicaresupplementalinsurance.com/"&gt;Medicare Supplement Insurance&lt;/a&gt;. We take our health for granted most of the time. Quite often I skip the tests too because they take time. I hate to wait for medical test results too, always imagining the worst!&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of &lt;a href="http://www.medicaresupplementalinsurance.com/"&gt;Medicare Supplemental Insurance&lt;/a&gt;, those living &lt;a href="http://www.medicaresupplementalinsurance.com/california.html"&gt;in California&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and over the age of 65 should be happy to know that they have health insurance plans formulated for them. That is nice to know.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes it is hard to take up insurance when you are older. It would seem as though the insurance companies only target the young and healthy but that is not the case in California.&lt;br /&gt;
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Whatever it is, healthcare and insurance planning should be done at whatever age. We should not ignore it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-1615887298332697548?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We switch off all the lights, crawl under the comforter and look at his Glow In The Dark Stickers. He is looking at the stickers and he goes "Wow! Mummy, I like this one best." etc. To me, the image of his face glowing in wonder as he admires his stickers is more beautiful than all the Glow In The Dark Stickers in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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He sits on the throne and happily counts each toilet paper segment. Even toilet paper can bring excitement to a child. Imagine that. How wonderful it is to be a child and to have a child's simplicity. When I see him, I can't help but smile and remember that we should be thankful and happy about the simple things in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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I remember we went to watch X-Men and there was a scene when Xavier manages to get Magneto to turn a Satelite Dish. Caught up in the moment, my boy forgot he was in the cinema and exclaimed "Wow! He can really do that!" or something to that effect in a rather loud voice which brought laughter to the cinema patrons. No one shushed him or got annoyed. His surprised amazement and wonder was so obvious it brought instant laughter. He was so amazed and his voice was so full of wonder. That is the wonder of a child.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many more instances like this but I forget because I did not write them down. I really should record them down more often for he is only going to be this small once.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-1425619137499817553?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Breastfeeding Story - How I Made Breastfeeding Work For Me&lt;/div&gt;
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By &lt;a href="http://imafulltimemummy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;#1 - Start with the thought of breastfeeding from Day 1&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;
It's the same as having your goals and ambitions. You dream and fix your aim towards it from Day 1. Then you only have 1 goal to achieve for and focus all your concentration to it. If you are yoyo-ing from bottle to breast to bottle to breast, then when the baby comes, you would be lost and people around you could easily influence your decision making. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - Remember the 3 Rs! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This come out of the blue, but I decided to call it the 3 Rs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;The 3 Rs are: Research, Read up and Rehearse!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt; all you can find about breastfeeding (why do it, &lt;a href="http://imafulltimemummy.blogspot.com/2009/06/was-reading-this-article-from-medelas.html"&gt;benefits of breastfeeding&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://imafulltimemummy.blogspot.com/2009/06/common-breastfeeding-myths.html"&gt;common breastfeeding&amp;nbsp;myths&lt;/a&gt;, techniques, how to avoid any problems, what to do if there's any problems etc) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Read up&lt;/span&gt; all you can, be it from books, hospital/clinic leaflets on breastfeeding etc. The reason why I don't lump this into Research is because you can research all you want but if you don't read it, then it is pointless. Thank God I love to read!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Rehearse&lt;/span&gt; - go for antenatal classes where they teach you how to breastfeed and the different methods to breastfeed. If you don't attend the classes (please please do!), then look it up in the Net, Youtube or anything that shows you pictures or videos on how to breastfeed correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;# 3 - Choose your birth hospital correctly! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you may wonder what is the place I'm going to give birth at has anything to do with breastfeeding. Well, it has everything to do with breastfeeding! You can research, read, rehearse all you want but if you deliver at a place where they immediately introduce your baby to bottle-feeding then all your efforts would have gone to waste!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;Choosing the right birth hospital helped in making my breastfeeding work out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;# 4 - Get encouragement and support from other people&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, we don't have a confinement lady. We did our own DIY confinement. There may be things we did wrongly. What we did was asked around from other in-laws and friends who have kids to check whether we are doing the right thing and then we compared our methods to theirs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I also got the postnatal home visits service from the people who&amp;nbsp;conducted the antenatal classes we attended 2 months before I delivered. They will come in 3 times (depends on your schedule and their availability) each visit lasting for 1 hour and they will check your baby and your progress and condition. They will also observe and advice on your baby care methods, breastfeeding, and everything you wanted to find out about on newborn care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, we know we are doing the right thing, just that we need some other people to acknowledge and confirm our thoughts. When you hear from the mouth of experts like them telling you that you are doing a great job and your baby is progressing very well, that sure does a lot of help with your motivation level! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 5 - Quitting my job&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the reason I quit my job is so that I am able to continue breastfeeding my baby since I am not able to extend my maternity leave. On the 1 month I'm serving my notice (and paid off the other 2 months), I had to force myself to express my breastmilk at office every 3 hours - reason why I said force is because, if I didn't do that, I could be sitting at my cubicle and doing work non-stop, not even going to toilet (until lunch time). And there are times when I only remembered I had to go express when I felt my breasts swollen hard and painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last week at the office, my supply dwindled down to 2 oz per day... from the beginnng when I returned back to work and start expressing at office I could express about 12 oz per day... down to 2 oz per day... the pressure and workload took its toll on me of course (I could even remember one time I didn't express from 12pm-8pm... total 8 hours...the reason? I was stuck in meetings after meetings and after office hours ended at 6pm, I was again stuck in conference calls with vendors and bosses until 8pm) So the decision to quit my job really helps alot with making my breastfeeding work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;# 6 - Pray!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pray for God's will on whatever you have put your mind to. If it is His will, He will settle the bill :) Meaning, if its meant for you to breastfeed, no matter how hard it is, you must persevere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few days before the breast milk comes in is&amp;nbsp;critical. It will make or break a new mummy. Old folks and people who do not know better will tell you that your baby needs to feed, he cries because he is hungry, you don't have enough breast milk so you must give formula milk.. Pray for strength and patience and comfort in times of pain and stress like this. The breast milk will come! Babies do not need to feed for the first few days of their life! (This is because they still have storage in their bodies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the breast milk comes, still there will be people telling you its not enough. Do not give up! The more you breastfeed, the more milk your body will produce. During the first 2 weeks after delivery, I will keep on breastfeeding Ben every 2 hours. Even the wee hours of the morning, I'd wake up and just latch him on. Suffer now, and reap the benefits later. &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Thank you very much, Jenny, for sharing your tips on how to make breastfeeding successful. The above is an excerpt from her breastfeeding article on her blog which Jenny has very kindly given permission to reproduce. I think they're great tips so they should be shared. If you want to read more breastfeeding tips from Jenny, check out her article on &lt;a href="http://imafulltimemummy.blogspot.com/2010/02/truth-about-breastfeeding.html"&gt;The Truth About Breastfeeding&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-6266373205710285424?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I still remember my earlier jobs. Apart from writing I had to do other things too. I worked for a relatively small company then. I even had to do our own &lt;a href="http://www.impactsigns.com/"&gt;corporate signs&lt;/a&gt;. I remember it was white and green, our corporate color. We had to comply with certain regulations and standards on the size of the signs. It was such a bother dealing with administrative things like that.&lt;br /&gt;
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So we had this big sign outside our office. I also had to do a smaller &lt;a href="http://www.impactsigns.com/interior-signs"&gt;door sign&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;for visitors coming to our office with &lt;a href="http://www.impactsigns.com/brass-letters"&gt;brass letters&lt;/a&gt; on it.&lt;br /&gt;
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No, I did not enjoy doing any of that. I am enjoying myself much more now, looking after my children and doing work as and whenever I like on my own terms and in my own time. The thing about motherhood and staying at home is you are not going to get any prize or plaques &lt;a href="http://www.impactsigns.com/memorial-plaques"&gt;in commemoration&lt;/a&gt; of your 'service'. However, there is nothing like this stay at home mother job. It is the most rewarding of all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-1373868888320111619?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sleep with baby, let baby cry it out, let baby sleep in cot, let baby sleep in the cot in another room, no soft toys and soft bedding for baby, don't let baby sleep on his back. Respond to baby, no don't respond to baby immediately.........&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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There is so much information and plenty of advise on what to do and what NOT to do. It can be daunting and scary for parents.&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel how long a child should sleep with you is ultimately your personal choice. In fact, many parenting solutions and choices are up to you and your family. Whatever feels right for you and your family and your circumstances is right. You should not be pressured either way. Make your own decisions but arm yourself with knowledge before making those decisions.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are some latest news about cosleeping and baby sleep guidelines. However be warned, there is a lot of information out there. At the end of the day we must do what we feel is best for baby while keeping baby safe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mary-l-pulido-phd/infant-sleep-safety_b_1019193.html"&gt;Infant Sleep Safety - What Parents Need To Know&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.montrealgazette.com/health/Keep+babies+your+coroner+urges/5626074/story.html"&gt;Keep Babies Out Of Your Bed, Coroner Urges&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://latino.foxnews.com/latino/health/2011/10/18/pediatricians-warn-crib-bumper-pads-can-cause-suffocation/"&gt;Crib Bumper Pads Cause Suffocation, Pediatricians Warn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://pediatrics.aappublications.org/content/early/2011/10/12/peds.2011-2284.full.pdf+html"&gt;SIDS And Other Sleep-Related Infant Deaths&lt;/a&gt;: Expansion of Recommendations for a Safe Sleeping Environment&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Village&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.mesothelioma.com/blog/authors/heather/bio.htm"&gt;Heather Von St James&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div dir="ltr" id="internal-source-marker_0.9687197359744459" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 22.5pt; margin-top: 0pt;"&gt;Most people have heard the saying "It takes a village to raise a child." The phrase is repeated often when someone has a baby. For me, the saying came true. I not only believe it, I lived it. On August 4, 2005, after an unremarkable pregnancy, I gave birth to my daughter. I had hardly any morning sickness, and until I was ready to deliver, we had nothing to worry about. At that point, we were told she was coming backside first. After an emergency C-section, our baby girl was born, normal and healthy. Our "village" gathered around us at once. My husband's family, my parents, and our many friends came by to meet the little girl we named Lily, and to wish us well. With things going so well, we were not prepared for the storm about to break over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;
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Up until the day Lily was born, I ran one of 3 salons in a large salon company in which I was part owner. I had more than 20 employees and also worked at a station myself. I went back to work but was not really happy about leaving my little girl. A few weeks after returning to full time work, however, I started feeling short of breath, tired and with no energy...feelings that could be normal after giving birth. Then I started to lose a lot of weight--5 to 7 pounds a week. I thought that surely was not normal. I saw my doctor in November, told him my symptoms, and after a chest X-ray and blood work, they found the answer: I had fluid around my left lung. After more tests, biopsies and scans, I was told I had malignant pleural mesothelioma--a deadly lung cancer caused by exposure to asbestos. The diagnosis came on November 21, 2005. As a child, I was exposed to asbestos, and now--30 years later--I had &lt;a href="http://www.mesothelioma.com/"&gt;mesothelioma&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was given 15 months to live if nothing was done, and my first thoughts were for my husband and baby. We knew then that we would do whatever we could to save my life. My parents kept Lily while we went to Boston. In February I had surgery to remove my left lung and surrounding tissue, lymph nodes, diaphragm, heart lining and one rib. Surgical Gore-Tex replaced my heart lining and diaphragm. After &lt;a href="http://www.mesothelioma.com/treatment/"&gt;treatment&lt;/a&gt; such as chemotherapy and radiation, and nearly 3 months of recovery, I began to care for Lily again. I never did go back to work, since it would be too hard with just one lung.&lt;br /&gt;
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The main thing to come from all of this is not our fear, nor any suffering, but the realization of the love and support from our "village." Our relatives, friends and even acquaintances rallied around us, held us up through it all, took care of Lily and surrounded us with strength until we could stand again. With the bad, comes good, and I am thankful for the good. We give back wherever we can, and are teaching Lily the same. The one constant that makes everything work for us is our Faith in God. Faith that I will live to raise our daughter, and it will all be okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-7401651625826054908?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Breastfeeding Story - A Wonderful Journey&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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By &lt;a href="http://www.kiddothings.com/"&gt;Germaine Liew&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My experience as a breastfeeding mom would be akin to hiking in a new country and discovering an exciting adventure that was challenging at the start but enjoyable throughout. I’ve been on this journey for  55 months now, only taking a break of about 6 months from the time I weaned my son at age 2 until I delivered my daughter. It has been a pleasant journey I would say, with hardly any problems encountered along the way. There were a few ‘blisters’ in the beginning from the use of ‘new hiking shoes’ and a few painful encounters of the engorgement kind. But, overall, a wonderful bonding journey with my babies.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am going to share how I prepared for this journey and what has helped me to keep going.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Breastfeeding 101&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just like how you’d research and read up on a travel destination before embarking on a vacation, the same goes for breastfeeding. Get as much information as you can from books, parenting sites, family and friends who have experience in breastfeeding.  In my first month of breastfeeding, I hit the books and reading materials again to see if my baby was latching on correctly, to know when my milk should start to turn white, how to relieve engorgements and treat cracked nipples and to be sure that my baby was getting enough milk.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. Think Positive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The moment I found out I was pregnant with my first child, I had already psyched myself up to breastfeed him. Before you go on a trip, don’t you envision yourself enjoying the holiday? This is what I kept telling myself throughout my pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;
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“I am going to breastfeed my baby. He is not going to drink anything except my milk. And I am going to have enough for him.”&lt;br /&gt;
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A major motivation factor for me was also the successful breastfeeding stories of friends which drove me to believe that if they can do it, I can definitely do it too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Set Goals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Before you visit a place for the first time, you would have an idea of what you’d like to do and the sights you’d like to see. Well, just like breastfeeding, especially when it’s a first time, you’d like to set yourself some goals. Setting goals will motivate you and give you a sense of achievement once you’ve accomplished them. For me it was the breastfeeding guideline on how long you should breastfeed your baby – exclusively for the first 6 months until age 2. Well, I stuck to the guideline too rigidly and weaned my son exactly at age 2. Partly also because I was already pregnant with my daughter at that time and I thought it would be challenging to handle 2 clingy kids. On top of that, I had no idea what tandem nursing was and did not consider doing that at all. I might have gone on to tandem nurse both my children if I had to do it all over again...maybe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. Perseverance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;
I know of a friend who had mastitis at least 3 times during the course of breastfeeding her first child. I don’t know how she did it but she persevered and successfully breastfed her son till he was close to 2. Now that’s what I call perseverance. I don’t know if I would have been able to handle it all if I were in her shoes but I certainly look up to her as a perfect example of endurance.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Nix the Naysayers&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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“Your baby’s not getting enough milk that’s why he’s constantly crying”&lt;br /&gt;
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“You should probably give him a little formula milk so he’ll sleep better in the night”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Are you sure you’ve got enough milk for your baby, how come nothing much’s coming out when you pump?”&lt;br /&gt;
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“It’s okay to give the baby a little water, most mothers do that. Takes away the heatiness”&lt;br /&gt;
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“Asking for milk again? See, your baby’s not getting enough. He’s hungry again”&lt;br /&gt;
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These are just some of the things that were said to me in the first month of breastfeeding my first child. It was difficult and discouraging to hear things like these, especially when you’re a new mother trying your darned best to cope with a new baby. But, back to No.4, don’t let them get you down. I remembered checking on the books to see how I can tell if my baby was getting enough milk and that was to see how often he is wetting his diapers. So, I reassured myself and nixed the naysayers.&lt;br /&gt;
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These 5 points have worked for me especially when I was a first-time breastfeeding mom. When I had my second child, breastfeeding was a breeze. She was a pro in latching-on and I hardly had any difficulties breastfeeding her, except for maybe 2 occasions of a slightly engorged breast. The thing about an engorged breast is that the only way I’ve found effective enough to relieve that is your own baby nursing on it. The tip is to try different positions of nursing your baby while massaging your breast. No amount of cabbage or hot compresses can beat that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’d like to add though, that you shouldn’t give yourself a hard time if you haven’t been able to breastfeed your baby. Circumstances are different for everyone and no two breasts are the same – not even on a single person. Take comfort in knowing that you’ve tried your best and that you’ve given it all you could. At the end of the day, all your baby needs is a lot of TLC.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am fortunate enough to have had it easy with breastfeeding. I can’t thank God enough for that.&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been a wonderful journey for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Germaine blogs at Kiddothings.com. You can read more about her wonderful&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.kiddothings.com/search/label/Motherhood"&gt;Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;experience and &lt;a href="http://www.kiddothings.com/search/label/Breastfeeding"&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;/a&gt; stories at her blog.&amp;nbsp;Thank you Germaine,&amp;nbsp;for sharing your wonderful and inspiring breastfeeding story especially those useful tips. I like tip No 5 on how to Nix those Naysayers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-1916744619896826798?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway, my friend did eventually become a psychologist and I became a housewife who is a blogger who feels glad if she is able to help anyone out sitting in her chair at home writing her posts and replying to the occassional email asking for help.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I use my blog as a personal forum. When I had a bad cough, I wrote a post to ask about &lt;a href="http://mumsgather.com/2008/08/29/cough-phelgm-and-sputum/#comments"&gt;home remedies for cough&lt;/a&gt; and I was glad to receive many ideas and suggestions. In my Parenting Times blog which really started out as my personal blog but is now more about my kids, I like to bookmark good sites for my kids &amp;nbsp;that I can easily return to by searching my personalised search box. I find it so much easier to find things this way compared to adding it to my favourites folder which is chockful of rubbish for myself and the kids. I am not really that good at organizing folders at home and that includes cyber folders. I use online social bookmarking sites like Digg, Delicious and Reddit more for submitting my own sites rather than bookmarking other sites so that doesn't work for me either.&lt;br /&gt;
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So my blog is where I bookmark important links I want to remember. Today, I want to bookmark this link because my kids get sick quite often they have to take the antibiotic Zithromax. This information below is useful to keep and remember.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had a very hard time breastfeeding both&amp;nbsp;my children. With the first, I did not have enough support and knowledge. Sure, there are a lot of breastfeeding resources on the internet. I read most of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, it did not prepare me to breastfeed because I lacked support. I am fortunate to have a wonderful supportive spouse but I think it would have helped to have the support of other breastfeeding mothers.&lt;br /&gt;
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With my two children, eventually I went on to breastfeed the first for 1 1/2 years. She lost a lot of weight initially which was extremely worrying. I refused to give her any water or formula because I had read that they would sabotage my breastfeeding efforts.&lt;br /&gt;
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On hindsight and looking at her tiny haggard face in her newborn photos, I think I should have relaxed a little an allowed her a little formula while I continued to work on breastfeeding. My staunch refusal caused us both a lot of trouble and she lost a lot of weight. She was constantly crying from hunger. Hers was a difficult birth and it did not help that I didn't have any help. I was quite weepy at the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually, her feedings had to be monitored by her doctor and dedicated lactation consultant. I tried really hard to express milk for her but it was not enough. I had to record her feedings and slowly increase the ratio of breastmilk. I kept an almost hourly record. It was a crazy tiring time but it was necessary.&lt;br /&gt;
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I did manage to feed her fully at night eventually and we had mixed feedings during the day for 1 1/2 years. It was a really tough time and marred what should have been precious moments enjoying my baby.&lt;br /&gt;
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My second time breastfeeding was not any easier despite the breastfeeding experience. My little boy did not learn to latch on for 2 whole months! The doctor said that the reason could be because he has a tongue tie. However, this time I knew how to express early and I had the opportunity to so my milk was not compromised. Unlike the first time when I could only express a miserable 1 1/2 ounces each time. This time, I could express up to 10 ounces each time.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I expressed and fed him from a spoon at first and a cup later on. No bottles. It was very tiring since I could not breastfeed him directly. My days passed by in a blur of expressing, feeding, trying to latch baby and repeat!&lt;br /&gt;
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He latched on at exactly two months and 1 day! The day that I almost considered giving up from weariness and frustration. It was only after that, that I began to enjoy the freedom of breastfeeding and the joys of breastfeeding. I eventually breastfed him fully for 3 years and the 2 months of difficulty was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I digress so much. I had started this post to state my intention to start a breastfeeding stories category on this blog and open it to contributors to support other breastfeeding moms who have difficulty breastfeeding like I did and yet have no support accept the internet.&lt;br /&gt;
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During my difficult time breastfeeding, what kept me going was reading the breastfeeding stories from other mums online.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;I wish to invite all breastfeeding mums to contribute to this Breastfeeding Stories Category. Some I will personally invite but even if I don't send you an invite, just feel free to invite yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Please begin your story in this manner. Here are some examples..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Breastfeeding Story - I didn't know how to breastfeed my newborn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;or:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Breastfeeding Story - &amp;nbsp;My experience in Tandem Nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Breastfeeding Story - How I pumped and work at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Breastfeeding Story - My Problems with Weaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;My Breastfeeding Story - (__________________) Fill in the blanks with your breastfeeding experience that you would like to share and which you think will be helpful whether it is breastfeeding mulitples, the difficulty or simply the joy you experience in breastfeeding. Then write anything you like and in any length you like and email it to me at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;mumsgather@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;At the end of the story, please remember to link back to your blog or the breastfeeding cateogory on your blog if you have one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We may not be very successful in reaching out to support other mums individually but collectively, I hope that our stories will be able to help someone out there the way it helped me to perservere doggedly on and remain motivated and inspired despite the uphill battle (yes, it was almost like a battle). I wanted to give up many times but reading the many stories helped me to continue.&lt;br /&gt;
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Breastfeeding mothers do share a special bond. Lets come together and reach out to support others in a small way. All you have to do is share your story.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks for reading and I look forward to reading your inspiring Breastfeeding Stories.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are 10 things I feel good about today. They are all very simple things in life but then in life it is the little things that add up so it is important to be happy about small things.&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Today, I had a relaxing breakfast with the kids. There was no rush despite it being a school day.&lt;/div&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp;I am on my 5th day in my &lt;a href="http://mumsgather.com/2011/10/03/new-months-resolution/"&gt;New Month's Resolution&lt;/a&gt; and doing well so far.&lt;/div&gt;
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3. I&amp;nbsp;feel more energized after doing daily exercises instead of feeling more tired.&lt;/div&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp;After exercise, I had a nice shower then I sit and sip a hot drink while sitting on my massage chair pad. We can't afford a massage chair but a massage chair pad feels just as good.&lt;/div&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp;I had 3 Amazon sales last night.&lt;/div&gt;
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6.&amp;nbsp;I saw my son's teacher. I hope that reassures him that mummy and daddy will always stand up for him and be there for him.&lt;/div&gt;
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7.&amp;nbsp;I am listening to my favorite CD, Secret Garden on the Sony Walkman which I received. I love it. Music moves me and this little thing stores all my CDs in one place. Lovely! I love &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000ZL1V02?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=mothetimes-20&amp;amp;linkCode=xm2&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;amp;creativeASIN=B000ZL1V02"&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/a&gt; because it has many nice relaxing songs in it.&lt;/div&gt;
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8.&amp;nbsp;After doing all this, I still have time to write. I don't know why I love to write so much, I just do. Being above to do something that you love is simply wonderful.&lt;/div&gt;
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9.&amp;nbsp;Today is Friday!&lt;/div&gt;
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10.&amp;nbsp;Its only noon and already I've got 10 things to feel good about.&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy Weekend!&lt;/div&gt;
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Now, I can do it online by tapping on my keyboard and clicking on my mouse. How wonderful that is. We can do so many things online now. Buy airline tickets, movie tickets, do banking, go shopping and pay taxes etc. You can even get an &lt;a href="http://turbotax.intuit.com/irs-tax-extensions/"&gt;e file tax extension&lt;/a&gt; online.&amp;nbsp;That is why I love my computer so much and can't live without it.&lt;br /&gt;
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An&lt;a href="http://turbotax.intuit.com/irs-tax-extensions/"&gt; e file tax extension&lt;/a&gt; is a time saver. However, one must be careful about not spending too much time in front of the computer. In such a case, the time saver becomes a time waster! If you must spend time in front of the pc, it is better to spend it doing productive things instead of spending it playing endless games for hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm grateful for the my time saver, my computer. However, apart from an &lt;a href="http://turbotax.intuit.com/irs-tax-extensions/"&gt;e file tax extension&lt;/a&gt;, one time extension that I would really like right now is more time for my kids to prepare for their end of the year examinations.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of the Joys of Motherhood is watching your kids face light up when they receive a happy surprise. Their delight is our delight. 

I am anticipating such a delight soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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My boy has been waiting for a parcel because he received a small prize recently, some movie memorabilia. Nothing fantastic but enough to delight a little boy. He has been waiting for 'the special postman' to bring his prize for the past 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been brought to the door in vain countless time because he 'heard' the doorbell being rung by his special postman. 

I think he has finally given up and forgotten about it. Today his 'special postman' came while he was in school. I have put the courier package on his table.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't wait to see the delight on his face when he sees it. His face will practically light up with happiness and he will call out to me for sure. That is indeed on of the best joys of motherhood. Can you think of any other?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-6368913185323894120?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This is a frequent question asked by mothers when they have a second child. Handling just one child during bedtime is a handful. Handling two is a balancing act. Sometimes you get it right, sometimes you don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've tried to address this question in my latest ezine article "&lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Bedtime-Routine-for-Newborn-and-Toddler&amp;amp;id=6572002"&gt;Bedtime Routine for Newborn and Toddler&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;
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You can check it out or you can to the &lt;a href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/search/label/Sleep"&gt;sleep&lt;/a&gt; category on this blog for more articles on baby and toddler sleep including your own sleep routine.&lt;/div&gt;
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Whatever it is, the baby and toddler years are quick. So if you are struggling with lack of sleep, just tell yourself "this too shall past" and it really does.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"I don't want to got overseas to University mummy. I won't know how to go to school. I won't have any friends. I won't know how to cook or wash my clothes. I want to go to University here. It will also be easier to write letters."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I told him that if he went to University here then we won't have to write letters as we can see each other during the weekends. Then I retorted that by that time, he will have his own friends and won't want to see me during the weekends to which he replied adamantly and in great surprise.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;"No mum, I love you so much."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Haha. Just you wait and see son. I'm writing this down so that I can hold you to your words in future. ;)&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night my boy told me that he cried at school. When I asked him why, he said that a prefect had asked him to go to the teacher's office to collect some books. My boy is a tall boy so he sits right at the back and often misses out on a lot of the action. He also does not understand Mandarin very well even after almost a whole year at school.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a result, he did not really understand what the prefect was asking him to do. He also didn't really know where the teacher's room was. So he said he cried while walking around looking for the teacher's room to collect the books because he was worried that he could not manage to do this task he was asked to do. He said he wanted to go to his sister's classroom to ask her but eventually he did not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Eventually he found the teacher's staff room by which time several kids were walking back with books. The teacher asked him whether he had come for books and gave him a pile to carry back to class which he did but because he was so late, there was no place for the books and he didn't know what to do. He got some help from some classmates who pushed some books aside for him.&lt;br /&gt;
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This incident reminds me despite his maturity and how much he has grown to me, he is still very young and school is still a big place. When I imagine him walking around on his own with tears in his eyes, I felt so sorry for him. Of course I gave him a big big hug to make it up to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29911725-4037052420020079193?l=motheringtimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fbauutJgxwuDBNGfnvxfnpASPy8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fbauutJgxwuDBNGfnvxfnpASPy8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/MotheringTimes/~4/FgifV9rPHpk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4037052420020079193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-forget-how-young-they-are.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29911725/posts/default/4037052420020079193?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29911725/posts/default/4037052420020079193?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/MotheringTimes/~3/FgifV9rPHpk/sometimes-i-forget-how-young-they-are.html" title="Sometimes I forget how young they are" /><author><name>Mumsgather</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08578910510946597934</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BTA6JN5CUkI/TFYx34vMpSI/AAAAAAAABTM/w_iDzfzN7Mk/S220/AVATAR.GIF" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/2011/09/sometimes-i-forget-how-young-they-are.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4CRH07eyp7ImA9WhdVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29911725.post-8137281096698188463</id><published>2011-09-19T09:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:49:25.303+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T09:49:25.303+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Newborn" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bringing up kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Toddler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pregnancy and Childbirth" /><title>Helping Your Child Accept a New Sibling</title><content type="html">I haven't had much time to update my blogs recently because I have been busy spending time with my children. It amazes me to see how much they have grown. When I see new babies in a stroller, I think of the time when they were babies. Fortunately, it was not difficult for me to get my then toddler to accept her new baby brother. They do fight a lot these days as most siblings do but they accepted each other and had a really good start.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've shared how I got my child to accept her new sibling here on my guest post at My Baby Radio.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.mybabyradio.com/my-baby-blog/archive/will-my-toddler-ever-except-our-baby/"&gt;Will my toddler ever accept our baby?&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Do hop over to My Baby Radio to read the article.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Baby Radio is a delightful online&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.mybabyradio.com/"&gt;radio for families and new parents&lt;/a&gt;. You can listen to relevant radio programs for parents on air or if you prefer, you can subscribe to their &lt;a href="http://www.mybabyradio.com/category/my-baby-blog/"&gt;Baby Blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;posts.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are boys harder to potty train than girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a mother of both a boy and a girl and I am about to share with you why potty training boys is not any harder than potty training girls. As a matter of fact, in my case, it was actually easier. It took me more than a year to potty train my girl while it only took 10 days to potty train my boy.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is all about the right timing and readiness. It is not about age or gender. Every child is different.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would like to add that every parent is different too. Do not let others dictate how you should potty train your child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Potty train your child when both your child &lt;u&gt;and you&lt;/u&gt; are ready, not when others say you or he should be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Potty Training - When to Start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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As I have mentioned before, it is all about the right timing and readiness. Potty training is very easy when your child is ready. I have had friends who told me that their mothers or mothers in law potty trained their babies right from the time they were babies. Babies who have hardly mastered the art of sitting up. They made the babies sit in the potty each day and they were potty trained by the time they were xxxx months old or a year old.&lt;br /&gt;
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That may be possible but that is hard work. To me, you should start your potty training when your child is ready. So how do you know when your child is ready? Trial and error. Try and if your child shows no sign of readiness, drop it and try again a few months down the road.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Potty Training Mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It took me more than a year to potty train my girl. I did everything wrong. I yelled at her. I comforted her. I cried alone. It was madness. The nighttime potty training was even worse. She wet her bed every time. I would lay layers and layers of sheets but they would all get wet, even the pillows and blankets and the layers of layers of sheets. I was in despair.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;She was just not ready. That was the biggest mistake of all.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We did it eventually but not without a lot of tears and frustration for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Potty Training - When the time is right&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It took me only 10 days to toilet train my boy. That is right. It was about 7 - 10 days. He was old enough to understand instructions. He could not only sit up on his own, he could walk around by then. I found that he was dry most nights. That was when I decided to start.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was consistent with him. I explained things to him because he was old enough to understand. It took me only a week of wiping the floors and carpet accidents and tada.... we were done. Just like that. I never had to train him at night as well. He was dry most nights by then. So I just took off his diapers and reminded him not to pee in the night and he remained dry since.&lt;br /&gt;
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I truly believe that when the time is right, and that time will come, potty training will be a breeze. With my boy, I had the benefit of experience so we had an easy, virtually no tears potty training. I did not have to sit him in the potty at the same time everyday as part of the "training" process.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Wait for the right time and do not be overly concerned about what others have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember, every child is different. Some may take a little longer but it does not mean that your boy is any less smarter than the boy who was potty trained in less than a year. The boy who was toilet trained in less than a year may have taken 6 months to train whereas when the time is right, you will need just a week or two of stressless potty training.&lt;br /&gt;
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Good luck!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Check out how I potty trained my boy in just slightly over a week in my &lt;a href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/2007/03/lazy-mums-guide-to-toilet-training.html"&gt;Lazy Mum's Guide to Toilet Training&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;The rest of my articles on potty training are in my &lt;a href="http://motheringtimes.blogspot.com/search/label/Toilet%20Training"&gt;Toilet Training&lt;/a&gt; Category on my blog.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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