it's neither funny nor it's a joke.

baby Dan developed a high fever on Monday.
just when his fever is slightly subsidized, unfortunate mishap happened.
he had a fall and hit his left check at the curb of the bed, resulting to deep punctured wounds and excessive bleeding.
no, I'm not exaggerating.
I've better things to do than penning down a fabricated story.

i rushed to KK's children A&E with my brother.
luckily that brother of mine has yet to be employed.

seeing him being stitched away is not fun.
i was trying to be strong by not shedding a tear.
almost faint seeing him being stitched.
c'mon he is just a 20mths old boy.
still a ninit boy.

it pains me enough.
seeing him cry in pain.
though he is soundly asleep, he does wakes up now and than.
the pain must have hurt him badly.

i love you son.

please don't cry.

i know this is another ordeal that i'm going through.
it's not easy being a mom.
but i'm loving it every min.

and hubby, i don't think i want to work.

thank you for granting my wish.

good day everyone.