Monday, April 11, 2011

Pease Porridge

Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,

Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old;

Some like it hot, some like it cold,

Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
A few weeks ago, we took Baby A to the doctor at a clinic close to home. A had developed a rash all over his body and also seemed to cry incessantly. We were asked to wait for 45 minutes and we hung around there. Finally, it was our turn to meet the doctor.
We went in and I showed the baby to the doctor. He looked at the rash and seemed puzzled. I had read that most new born babies develop a rash, but I didn't want to rely on just that knowledge. The doctor said, "I think the baby is feeling quite hot, so he has developed this rash. Please keep him in an aircon room always."
Then I told him that A cried a lot and that I felt it couldn't be colic as he was way too young even for that. The doctor said, "I think he cries because he is feeling cold. Next time he cries, cover him in a blanket and see if that stops the crying."
By this time, we had spent less than 3 minutes inside the doctor's room. I then started to ask him if I could give A some gripe water in case he cried a lot and nothing else soothed him (Given his prescriptions for the earlier two problems, I should have known better than to ask him a third question!). To this the doctor said, "I'd love to sit and talk all night you know, but I do have other patients to look at."
He's not going to have us to talk to all night... ever!

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill
Went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water

This is a nursery rhyme almost all of us grew up with. And I've been thinking about it a lot in the past few days.  And it has little to do with the fact that I have a child now.

A few weeks ago, I called an agency here and asked them to send me a part time maid for three hours. This lady came and was going about the cleaning.

I needed a bucket for something and asked her to please bring it to me.

She brought me a stool. I then said, "I need a bucket please."

She went to the living area and brought me a folding chair. I didn't know how to explain it to her and so stopped what I was doing and went and brought the bucket. By this time, she had started doing something else and so she didn't see what it was that I really needed.

About half an hour later, she came to me with a bucket in her hand and said, "Ma'm, I need to use a pail. May I use this one?"