On the eve of the first day of school, all was normal at our household. Oddly, I had no anxiety and there wasn't the dull feeling in the pit of my stomach. Those were residential bad feelings I had when I was in Primary school. They lasted for years and they graduated into depression when I became teen. I was afraid those feelings would come back, now that I'm reliving Primary school. Luckily, they didn't. And I truly hope we will have a fine time learning and growing over the next...... decade. I am not Gung ho anymore although I am not too sure if I had quit over-preparing or that I had under-prepare until I think I'd better quit the race. Despite all my bad feelings about School life in general, I think that all is not really that bad. After all, these days they are always harping that every school is a good school (who believes that) and that every child has unique strengths (who doesn't know that). It will take some time for society to be more open minded but I have no care for it.
On the eve of the first day of school, Kiki vomited in bed at eleven at night. She was so groggy that after vomiting, she continued to sleep in spite of the smell. When I checked on her, I was shocked to see a pool of vomit on the floor next to the bed and some on the blanket and a bit on her PJs. Luckily, the Papa cleaned and sanitized our bedroom while I changed her PJs and put some tummy oil on her and did Reiki for her. She said she dreamt that she vomited and she didn't know it took place. I said it's okay. In my head I was running through the food we had consumed and shortlisting the suspects. Because there was no prime suspect, I had to put all food consumed in the past 48 hours as suspects. I blamed myself for not identifying the condition earlier as I had noticed that she looked pale after swim class when she reached home. I thought I had mistaken. I blamed myself because even Anne Frank who was living in hiding did not have much food contamination episodes despite the very, very tough living environment, and me? In this modern age still made my kids sick. (Colin had watery stool).
In my quest to hunt down the suspect, for two days I re-ate all the food that I had given them; was it the SGS cheese (we changed brand), was it the Chocolate (we melted Chocolate bar to make our own Chocolate as someone gave us a make-your-own-chocolate-kit for Christmas), was it the fresh milk? was it the Dole Bananas? was it the Satays? After eating and waiting for an answer, I had finally found the culprit yesterday.
Can you believe it, it was the Cherries. But they were fresh and still were perky and firm. They were not at all soft. I do not give them any softened cherries. So I really don't know what was wrong with those cherries. My stomach churned for four hours after eating the remaining ten seeds which were still perky and young looking. I concluded that those Cherries were mildly poisonous.
Luckily, Kiki was able to go to school on the first day of school although she looked a bit sian sian. She had mild stomach discomfort but it was all right. Colin's tummy is still soft but is also recovering.
@ 6.50am
The Papa dropped us at school while he returned home to prepare Colin for Childcare.
She called me on the pay phone at her canteen during recess. It's so old-school, you know, pay phone.
She made friends with a girl and they made a date to meet at the school's book shop the following day, immediately after they have their snacks, they agreed. (she still can't tell the time except for straightforward ones like 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, etc.)
Day 3
She called me again during recess and told me that there was "nothing" at the book shop. I said how could there be nothing at the book shop. She said the book shop doesn't have Stickers. LOL. Phew, luckily no Stickers ar. Want so many for what. Then she said there was a roll of ribbon but she didn't ask for the price.
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