You Know You’re A Mom When

Have seen this meme around for awhile but this is my first time joining in.

So here it goes…

You know you’re a mom when:

  • There’s a little person who will scream their heads off saying, demanding “Mommy, fix it!” continuously even after you begged them to wait until Daddy is home 0r any male figure show up. Yeah, like that will ever work! So you tried to do everything humanly possible to fix the darn train track, car, robot – and the list goes on…
  • There’s a little person that expect you to know how to put up such a complicated Hot Wheels track that Grandma just bought for her beloved grandson even when the box clearly marked 5 years+…
  • There’s a little person that doesn’t care if you haven’t wash your hair for 2-3 days (3 days is my limit!) or have any make-up on…they’d still attacked you with their big bear hugs and you love every minute of it.
  • There’s a little person who will expect you to play roughhousing with him after Daddy has been out of town for a few days even when your aunt flo is in town and your back feels like breaking.
  • There’s a little person who can’t stop talking  so you asked him “Whose kid is this?” and then you were hit with the realization that he talks just as much as you does.
  • There’s a little person who’s been in training to say his parents name correctly and when asked “What’s your Mommy’s name” will answer “Mommy Lil’ A!”
  • There’s a little person that will demand you to decipher “That…that…that uuh uuh train!” when he wanted to watch The Polar Express! And you proudly put the right movie on when the whole house had no idea what movie your Little Master wants to watch.
  • There’s a little person that still manage to exposed your boobs to the world whenever you wear a bit of a low cut and happened to be holding him!

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Near Death Experience – A Guest Post

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This is a very special Guest Blogger – if you can call him that way. It’s a story that is very near and dear to my heart and very religious. So if you can’t stand reading something like this, feel free to browse along other posts. I present you my Dad…he wrote this himself.

My Near Death Experienced happened way back on 25th of January 1999, an experienced that I will never forget for the rest of my life.

This is the story……………….

25th January 1999.

At the time I was still working with one of the biggest Coal Mine Company in a remote area within the jungle of East Kalimantan. On this particular day,  I was working to start  a new safety training.

That morning I thought I was catching a cold, my joints aches and it kept getting worst by the hours.  I decided to took some anti influenza tablets from the office.

A few minutes later, the pain became almost unbearable so I  decided to go to the hospital.  Since I  didn’t think  I had enough strength to go myself, one of my staff drove  for me. When we arrived in the emergency room my condition deteriorated badly where I can’t even walk by myself.

They took me directly to the emergency room. To the on-call doctor I explained the pain, of how all muscles on my left shoulder down to my arm was in excruciating pain. As if someone was ripping all my muscles out.

I glanced at the clock on the ER room,  it was 9:50am.

The Doctor instructed the nurses to put an ECG machine on me to monitor my heart.  “Sir….your heartbeats doesn’t look very good. It doesn’t beat at a normal rhythm at all.” said the doctor after looking at the monitor for a few minutes. I tried to digest the news…I was having a heart attack!

That was the last thing I heard.

My nephew who came to the ER later said he saw the flat line on the ECG monitor and my lungs stops at the same time. I was technically dead!

The doctor gave me a DC shock to start my heart, but there was no reaction, that’s when the head of the hospital (an Australian Senior Doctor) came to the ER and took over everything.

The Doctor injected something directly to my heart and maximized the voltage on the DC shock unit, then gave me a second DC shock. This time it worked and brought me back alive after for my heart and lungs collapsed and stopped working for 15 seconds.

This 15 seconds window of no heart and lung activities, gave me an experience that I will never forget for my whole life.

This is my experience…………

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Somehow I saw myself standing on the front edge of a big wooden ship, my wife and my 3 children standing by the port and looking at the ship, they were crying calling out my name. The view around the port was beautiful but I knew I didn’t want to go, I tried to jump out but was paralyzed, as if there were plenty of people holding me still.

The ship was on a right angle to the port and started to reverse to the open sea, and after awhile I knew that I can’t jump out anymore. I thought this is the time that I have to returned to the Lord.

Suddenly I heard a quite clear voice:  “What have you done in your entire life for Jesus Christ? “ This question came twice, and my whole life was flashing back in front of my eyes, everything was shown to me…one at a time.  Based on what I had seen, it shows there are too many sins that I had done compare to the good deeds. And I came to an understanding that Hell is a direction I deserved and heading to.

I managed to say a simplest prayer to Jesus Christ, I said Lord Jesus, please forgive my sins and give me a second change to become a better Christian, I repeated my prayer twice.

Quickly after that I saw that I’ve been lifted up to the air by two persons, I can’t see their faces as it were covered by wings. I saw myself flying high up in the air, and passed a black sea with fire flaming on top of the sea. We flew lower and I recognized what I saw, it is not a black sea, but people heads screams for help, I believe that this must be hell.

I saw big bible opened in-front of me, it is the New Testament, John 15:1-8

“I am the true grapevine, and my Father is the gardener. 2 He cuts off every branch of mine that doesn’t produce fruit, and he prunes the branches that do bear fruit so they will produce even more. 3 You have already been pruned and purified by the message I have given you. 4 Remain in me, and I will remain in you. For a branch cannot produce fruit if it is severed from the vine, and you cannot be fruitful unless you remain in me. 5 “Yes, I am the vine; you are the branches. Those who remain in me, and I in them, will produce much fruit. For apart from me you can do nothing. 67 But if you remain in me and my words remain in you, you may ask for anything you want, and it will be granted! 8 When you produce much fruit, you are my true disciples. This brings great glory to my Father.” Anyone who does not remain in me is thrown away like a useless branch and withers. Such branches are gathered into a pile to be burned.

After I read all of these verses I woke up and find myself in the ER room. The Senior Doctor called my name and smile at me. Thanks God, I was brought back to life.

On the same day, the doctor along with a senior nurse flew me to a nearby city which is Balikpapan and took me to a hospital for further treatments. Staying in the ICU for 7 days, my condition didn’t changed at all so they decided to evacuated meJakarta where I was taken to a special hospital for heart treatment.

Since then I had 3 heart surgeries within a year. The first one, a balloon was inserted to open the blocked vein, 3 months later I went for another surgery to put a stent for the doctor to insert a tube inside my collapsed artery – preventing another blockage. Six months later we decided an open heart surgery was a better approach. The last surgery took 7 hours.

After being released from the hospital, my family and I went to a church on a Sunday, and there was a testimony from a lady who had a near death experienced. She said that when she’s entering the world of death, she had to walk a narrow path and she heared a clear voice asking: “What have you done for Christ in your life?”. I said to my wife and families, that testimony sounds just like mine, I had this identical experienced, being asked the same question.

After a long consultation with a pastor, I decided to serve God continuously, not by becoming a pastor but to change my life and become a better Christian.

We don’t know what will happen with our life, no one really knows when our time here on earth is up. We might not be able to see the sun shines tomorrow, but the biggest question was, if tonight we have to see the Lord, are we ready to be judged for all of  our sins? To be honest, I don’t think so. Most people that I shared my Near Death Experience gave me the same answer; most people thinks they will die of old age. The saddest thing was, regret always came too late…and this apply to me as well…I wish that I could serve the Lord better before my life ends…I was lucky, very lucky and blessed to be given a second chance.

We don’t have to be a pastor to serve God, by being a good person, following and living God’s teachings,  live a life of a good Christian so there will be no regret when our times come. Some people said, I wish I had enough time to do good things in life…But we do not have a direct control of our life, what if tomorrow is our last day, are we ready?

Since 2003, my family and I had chosen to be born again Christian. I had made a commitment to serve God within my abilities and talents given by God.

This is my own commitment; to share my experience to everyone who is willing to hear this, even through my daughter’s blog. I’m not a perfect person – no one is, only our God – but I had received a “Returned ticket of life”, a luxury that not everyone receive from the Lord. And I yearn to use what’s left of my days here wisely and be a good Christian, not only as a good listener but a doer that’s willing to apply all God’s words into actions, one step at a time. This is not as easy as it says, but I believe I’m only able to do things with God’s blessing, not relying on my own power.

I have been sharing this testimony to so many relatives, friends at work and God allowed me to share this at different churches in Indonesia, Congo and Zambia (where I’m currently working at). With God’s grace, I will continue doing this until my time ends. Praise the Lord!

God Bless You.

I Used To Dream of Pink Bows

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For as long as I remember…even long before I met Mr. X, I always dream of pink bows…I always wanted a baby girl.

Since the first time that drug store bought pregnancy test shows positive sign, well actually since before we even got married …we always know we wanted a baby girl. Being the only girl in my family and since he already have two amazing boys…we always dream for that baby girl.

We even had a name picked out for her…a really beautiful name.

From day one we referred to our unborn child as a she. I secretly whispered to her when I lay down in bed at night picturing her beautiful pink coming home outfit, thinking of the cute little pink bows she will be parading in town. When we went shopping my heart would skipped a beat every time I see a cute tiny dress, if Mr. X thought I’m one nuts preggo wife – he never say it, he would just smile and nodded when I told him how pretty she will look like in this dress or that skirt!

As my tiny bumps grows, I eagerly followed my mom’s old wives tales. It involved my wedding ring, a strand of my hair…I would loop that hair around the ring – a makeshift pendulum – then hang it on top of my tummy. Not moving my hand, I will anxiously watched where the ‘pendulum’ swing. If it swings back & forth it suppose to be a boy, left to right means a baby girl is in our horizon. So I was giddy with happiness when my ‘pendulum’ swing left to right.

I took that Chinese gender prediction chart but didn’t want to believe it when the result said we’re having a baby boy!

When it was time to find out about our baby’s sex – I had successfully convinced myself that we are indeed having a girl. So when the technician announced in her thick Southern accent “Congratulations you guys, you are having a baby boy…” I was shocked! Hand gripping Mr. X’s hand…I turned my face to the wall so our cheerful technician won’t see the tears, glad that the room was dimmed. “See that’s his penis…” she eagerly explained as I felt my dreams came crushing hard.

Mr. X hold me tight in that dark room after we were done as I wept for the baby girl that never meant to be mine…ours. “It’s alright, Baby…” he whispered in my ears.

I’m embarrassed to say that it took a jolt of a severe preeclampsia diagnosis on the 30th week of pregnancy to made me really fell in love with our baby boy. The fear of having him too early, the 4 weeks of bed-rest, two hospitalizations later…I begged God to save our unborn baby. Guilt made my heart so heavy, I thought God was punishing me for wanting something else than what He already blessed us with.

Mommy do love you little man…” I would softly whispered while rubbing my belly as I feel him starting to kick and do somersaults. “Please hang in there…please be strong!

2 weeks before his grand entrance

He did hang in there like I begged him, we got to ‘baked’ him some more until my pregnancy reached 35 weeks. Tears streamed down my face the moment I heard his cries fill the cold operation room and I knew my heart had walked straight right out my body!

Holding him for the very first time – 3 days later after he was born I just know I would never trade him in for a thousand beautiful pink bows!

Now, flash forward almost 4 years later…I still think of what it would be like to have a baby girl, my uterus still startled whenever I see a cute little girl but as I put on my dress to go to church yesterday, I heard “Wow, Mommy beautiful! You look like a princess!” coming out sincerely from my little man, I know I would never have him any other way!

Wrote this post to celebrate Theta Mom’s First Blogiversary. Head over there to read more powerful and beautifully written posts.

Tooting My Own Horn

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This might well be the hardest post I ever make because it’s so far out of my comfort zone but what the heck, I’m posting it anyway…

Brilliant Gigi from Kludgy Mom and Melissa from Miel et Lait has join forces to bring us a brand spanking new place that will take bloggers behind the scenes of the blogsphere and to do so you must write a blog post of why your blog should be consider as an A-lister.

So here’s me in all my glory…

What makes this blog different? From all the blog groups I joined from mommy ones to non-mommy ones, I found there aren’t many blog quite like mine out there. Yes, there are some big famous Indonesian bloggers out there but I can count with one hand ones that combines being in a mix marriage, mommyhood, toddlerhood and occasional traveling into the chaos. Not many Indonesian – and Americanized blogger out there that quite fit my situation. Tatter Scoops talks about everything in the loop from potty training, discipline issues down to how to fix this city’s horrible horrible traffic jam problems.

Here’s where I’m writing you from – see that little star with Jakarta on its side? Yeah, that’s where I am in Jakarta.

Who is this girl behind Tatter Scoops: 100% Indonesian by birth, married to her American husband and mommy to one toddler called Lil’ A. After living abroad in America for several years and in China for a short period of time, my blog now is talking about readjusting myself to living back in my own country, even about my love-hate relationship with this city. It wasn’t always a smooth sailing as I talked about my Reverse Culture Shock or about how I had to grow thicker skin to face the many misconception about being married to a white guy, and other little adventures we ran into our lives. But now just a year since we officially moved back and Mr. X starts working here things are starting to settle in for me. Challenges will always be there for us and will keep me blogging about it so life is great!

And all of these are being done in English – which by the way is not my native language – I hate to use it as an excuse because it is a learning process to write something great and most importantly worth reading in a language that is not your own.

So there you go, my dear readers…some glimpse of what makes Tatter Scoops so awesome and worth to be a part of the A-lister over at The Blogger’s Concierge

How Do You Discipline A Toddler?

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As usual, when I’m at my parents’ house and someone is acting up – off he goes to time out…

You have to be more patience…” said my Dad as I sent Lil’ A to time out for the 100th times because he thinks jumping on top of piles of his old clothes that I just neatly folded is so much fun than climbing up the windows railing, which got him several warnings already. “You will have more headache when he’s a teenager…” Dad went on.

From the way my Dad was talking I can tell he was 90% teasing me – because he knows Lil’ A can drives me insane for sure.

You used to make us standing in the corner with one leg up – that is time out!” as I remember one of those dreadful childhood punishments.”And remember your big black belt? That belt and me were best friend, right?” Then we all started laughing.

Yes, but it’s different now! We love our grandson more than we love you!” my Mom chimed in.

Maybe she’s right…because my Mom and I always had a fit about how I discipline Lil’ A. In her eyes I’m a mean mommy when she had a power pinch that used to gave my thighs ‘badges’ that will last for weeks! She’s been acting as Lil’ A’s attorney/defender, whatever you wanna call it since we moved back to Indonesia so of course the boy will always tried to seek her help when he’s in trouble! Sometimes she would even stepped in and ‘rescued’ Lil’ A from his time out and I’ll be fuming at her.

With my Dad, I can still reasons with him that time out is necessary at this stage along with taking away the little boy’s privileges such as his toys/movie(s) after counting to three. He gets me but not my Mom!

When I was little, corporal punishments were daily part of our lives like so many others who grew up in the 70s – 80s (and prior?) and since I wasn’t exactly the sweetest little girl growing up – that belt became my friend with some other physical punishments. Until one day I think I was in 4th grade, too caught up in play time and didn’t realized it was already dark…too scared to come home, I hid in a small chicken barn a few houses down the block.

Oh did that caused panic to my parents! Not only them some of the neighbors also helped trying to find me. I hid for hours, can’t remember how long but someone did found me – she took me to her house, gave me a cup of hot tea. I cried and begged her not to tell my Dad because I will be in deep trouble.

Eventually, I came home and was scared to death but instead of getting my usual ole’ beating, my Dad picked me up, sat me on his lap and apologized to me. He got tears in his eyes, he just held me for the longest time and kept telling me he loves me. Since that night – the corporal punishments stop in our household but I still remember them.

I wouldn’t want Lil’ A to have that kind of fears, besides physical punishments will only hurt for a few seconds or minutes and eventually the child will learn how not to feel them. So if I have to be a mean mommy and stick to my gun when I said NO then be it…he can sit and cried his head off but he will never meet that belt!

So, how do you discipline your child, especially toddler? Share here what works and what’s not working for you.

Hit The Road – Baby On Board!

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The first road trip Lil’ A and I did was almost a near suicide mission!

Yeah, it’s that bad…

Okay, before I scared the heck out of you – calm down! Each babies are different, some can tolerate a road trip better than others. If you’re lucky, your baby will be an angel during the whole trip.

It was in August 2007, Lil’ A was only 8 months old and his Mommy was crazy or brave enough to agreed to go on a road trip with another mommy friend + her toddler (her little girl was around 1.5 years old at the time) to Houston, Texas from Dothan, Alabama. She actually drove to pick us up from Sarasota, Florida. So yeah, we’re two nuts mamas!

Now, do I got you wondering what’s the motivation behind making such a brave trip? A baby is hard enough but add a toddler in the mix and no husbands? It was all for the sake of gathering with a bunch of Indonesian girlfriends and of course the foods…oh the foods and also to celebrated Indonesia Independence Day! When you live on the other side of the world, you will be tempted to do these crazy stuffs.

Based on Mapquest it suppose to be a 10.5 hours drive to reach Houston – but of course they didn’t calculate having a baby and a toddler in the car!

We left Dothan early in the morning, looking like two runaway mamas,  her car was packed! So packed there’s almost no room left in the back other than for the two car-seats.

It started pretty good…we passed beautiful coastal areas and got to see traces of Katrina along the shore. Got a bit lost in Baton Rouge, Louisiana – no she doesn’t have a GPS on her car – we relied heavily on the print out maps from both Yahoo Map & Mapquest!

Then all hell broke loose! Lil’ A wasn’t happy being strapped down that long and started to get bored – tears quickly turned into full blown screams and melt down  I was so afraid he will hurt himself from it. My friend said he’s fine…I just have to learn to ignore it. Even after our plenty of stops for diaper changing and snacks for the baby & toddler someone was definitely not happy and not afraid to show it!

At one point – I can’t even remember where we were but it was dark, I squeezed my big behind in between the two car-seats to comfort Lil’ A. He was fine for awhile then it started all over again.

With every screams my heart ripped! I was so close to beg my friend to pull over in the highway and let us get off, that it was a big huge mistake to do this road trip and clearly we were both wasn’t ready but no – I swallowed it all, tried not to cry or pulling my hair off in frustrations and did everything humanely possible in a car to entertained Lil’ A. He eventually fell asleep after awhile, thanks God!

We reached Houston well after 9 PM…so that means we had been on the road for over 12 hours! Go figure…

Regardless of the miserable nearly unbearable first trip we did had fun in Houston. Not just the mommies but also the babies and kiddos alike as they too got to mingle with their peers.

Our trip back home was much more calm and I almost believe he actually enjoyed it. He did cried but not as much.

Here’s what I learned from our first road trip:

  • Pack enough toys – even better go grab those portable DVD players that you can hooked up in the car (some you can even attach on the headrest) – to entertain the wee ones.
  • Strap a toy to a pacifier holder attached to the car-seat, even if your baby doesn’t use pacifier you will be glad!
  • If your baby have a favorite blanket, stuffed toys or whatever – DO NOT FORGET TO BRING THEM!
  • Do stops as often as possible and let the baby out of the car – let them crawl on the grass if they wants to. Being strapped in a car-seat for a long trip might be hard especially for first timers. Babies can get cramped and uncomfortable!
  • In every ‘pit-stops’ do nurse – feed – change – anything necessary.
  • Sometimes it is better to travel around the baby’s bed time, chances are they will fall asleep.
  • Musics – plays soothing music or any kinds of music that your baby likes from lullabies to children songs to calm down the nerves. It works to calm you too, believe me!
  • Sunshade – make sure your window is well covered to keep those glaring sun from blinding your baby – not to mention to protect their skins, some sunscreens for babies won’t hurt too.
  • Plastic bags – from soiled diaper to dirty wet clothes, it will comes in handy.
  • If your baby is formula fed it’s better to put them already measured in several empty bottles and bring lots of bottled water. All you have to do is pour the water and shake. If your baby like their formula warms maybe you can pack a thermos with hot water, mine will take any so it was never a problem although I love those one servings cans of formula – pricey but easier to maneuver in a moving car, just open and pour in a bottle.
  • Just as you would if you are flying with a baby – pack your patience, plenty of them! If you stays calm and collected your baby will be most likely to quickly calm down too.
  • Be flexible – very flexible that you would put a gymnast into shame! If you think your baby just had enough – pull over, find a motel/hotel to call it a night and start fresh the next day.

Having a baby doesn’t mean you need to stop enjoying a road trip! Only means you have to plan it better. Enjoy your summer time.

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