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| I am sad? Yes and no. I am sad because some people have no hearts and minds. No, I am not sad because most of the time I am happy. I have a very loving parents . See how happy I am during my lunch time. See my dad holding something..... guess what is it. See my mouth and you can guess it perfectly right. |
You see as usual no week-ends for me. Although there are two days declared as public holidays, they meant nothing for me as far as my mama's work is concerned. She had to work, work and work. On calls some more. I feel sorry for mama. She looked tired every time back from work because not enough sleep. And I promise not to disturb her, let her be on the bed, have a nice nap. So I have to spend with her without milk, her milk.
So I have to endure the same situation. No improvement. Meaning every time I am thirsty and mama at work, my dad has to drive me out to hospital to see mama. At the hospital most of the time we have to wait in the parking area waiting for mama to come out. Sometimes we waited for more than thirty minutes because mama were so busy making ward rounds and other urgent assignments. It is so difficult for her to sneak out. But she has to do that for the sake of me. So I must be patient .
Finally, I got what I wanted, her milk. Only one session for a night which take not more than ten minutes. For day session it is my grandparents routine to bring me to the hospital. Each day once. So for the whole one day I just have two times breast feeding. Not enough. But what can I do. Neither my mama can do.
They told my mama that every body has problems when she asked for transfer. Transfer to the work place where working hours is from 8 in the morning to 5 in the evening so that she has time to breast feed me. No on calls.
"Overcome your own problem, don't mix your problem with your work". That is the standard reply whenever my mama raised the issue of transfer.
Definitely I agree with them 100 percentage. But may I humbly ask them to come and visit our home when my parents at work. How my grandparents try their very best to persuade me to take milk. Using spoon, no, I can not accept it. Bottle feeding, how hard they do it, I will never open my mouth. I just need the originality, the milk as well as the manner the milk goes into my stomach through my mouth. That is the problem. It's personal and peculiar. So got it?
I know they will never appreciate it. I suspect they would suggest to my mama to use force so that I have to open my mouth, and spoon and bottle feeding would be no problem. After all I am just a baby. They can do whatever they like. They simply forget that once upon a time they were also like me 'a baby'.
That is the best solution they can offer.
The thing is so personal and nothing to do with my mama's work productivity, does not effect and affect her performance, so they concluded. So there is no basis for transfer.
Why they said so? Because they have no feeling , they are unable to think wisely. Because they have no hearts and minds. So they will never win my heart and mind. How can they, the heartless and mindless beings. Forgive me for saying so. I am so said.
Finally, I got what I wanted, her milk. Only one session for a night which take not more than ten minutes. For day session it is my grandparents routine to bring me to the hospital. Each day once. So for the whole one day I just have two times breast feeding. Not enough. But what can I do. Neither my mama can do.
They told my mama that every body has problems when she asked for transfer. Transfer to the work place where working hours is from 8 in the morning to 5 in the evening so that she has time to breast feed me. No on calls.
"Overcome your own problem, don't mix your problem with your work". That is the standard reply whenever my mama raised the issue of transfer.
Definitely I agree with them 100 percentage. But may I humbly ask them to come and visit our home when my parents at work. How my grandparents try their very best to persuade me to take milk. Using spoon, no, I can not accept it. Bottle feeding, how hard they do it, I will never open my mouth. I just need the originality, the milk as well as the manner the milk goes into my stomach through my mouth. That is the problem. It's personal and peculiar. So got it?
I know they will never appreciate it. I suspect they would suggest to my mama to use force so that I have to open my mouth, and spoon and bottle feeding would be no problem. After all I am just a baby. They can do whatever they like. They simply forget that once upon a time they were also like me 'a baby'.
That is the best solution they can offer.
The thing is so personal and nothing to do with my mama's work productivity, does not effect and affect her performance, so they concluded. So there is no basis for transfer.
Why they said so? Because they have no feeling , they are unable to think wisely. Because they have no hearts and minds. So they will never win my heart and mind. How can they, the heartless and mindless beings. Forgive me for saying so. I am so said.
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