Yes, we’re still stuck here. T2 is still wheezing like an old Renault so the Doctor will not discharge her. Did I tell you how uncomfortable hospital beds are? It’s like sleeping on quick sand! And T2 is so sick that she wants the boob in her mouth all the time. It kind of binds me to her so she knows I am beside her ALL THE TIME. Fun times, yo!

It is absolutely heart wrenching when I go to the washroom in the middle of the night and have to put her down in the hospital cot. She cries, she is so scared and sad, yet if you have to go, you have to go. And because she has laryngitis, her wails are silent wails (thus not stressful at all like her normal Medusa wails) but the fear and terror in her eyes that beg me as I walk away, always sends me to the washroom with regret. I almost hate my bladder for threatening my poor, sick baby. I liken it to me fearing all things reptile and it is as though someone holds one and flings it over at me. It doesn’t reach me, it doesn’t harm me; yet the fear that I’d have to endure for that ordeal is cruel. And right now, every time T2 cries, I feel I am failing her. Of course, this is because she is ill in hospital. Hehe….

I’m now a regular at Starb*cks and bought myself a coffee tumbler. They convinced me that I’d be saving the environment by not using a paper cup each time I bought a coffee and also saving RM2 for each coffee. Good deal? I think so. I just have to make sure I carry my SBX tumbler everywhere I go now. Life is good. Oops, that’s an SFCC line…..sorry.

Nana with her cancer and low immunity caught the flu from her first day staying with T1 in hospital thus has been banned from visiting her grandchildren. It has been me, just me, caring full time for the girls. Thankfully, the Hubs is still on medical leave and can take T1 home to sleep, now that she is discharged. The girl is FINE!!! All her test results came out today and the Doctors did one final thorough check and told her they didn’t want to see her again. Apart from her bruise still hurting her head (and poor girl, I keep forgetting she has a bruise so every time I clip her hair up, I undoubtedly touch it and she’d yell OWWW!!!!), she is as good as new. Her fever was diagnosed as post-trauma fever. It was worse at night without any other symptoms, lasted all of 3 days and 3 nights. Apparently the Chinese, Indians and Malays all have their own beliefs about post-trauma fever and we were told to pray at the temple/mosque/church for her to eliminate this fever. We didn’t have time to attend any of those institutions, of course, but we never stopped praying for her to be well again.

THANK YOU ALL WHO PRAYED FOR T1 FOR A FULL RECOVERY.

The power of prayer works wonders.

I cannot describe in words how those 2 first days gripped my heart with fear and horror. I was so traumatised that T1 was exposed to having an internal brain bleed from her head concussion that T2 became neglected. So praise God and really all of you who helped pray for T1 to be well. A big weight of heavy rocks have metamorphosised into butterflies and flown off and there is now brand new shining perspective. At the end of the day, we need to remind ourselves what is truly important in our lives. Does it matter if the mountain pile of laundry becomes the new living room art sculpture? Does it matter if some of your family members hate you because you speak the truth? Does it matter if people criticise you for things you do or do not do? Does it matter if you do not possess any material wealth or palatial fame? Not one bit. It is all trivial. Everything is relative.

I will never take my children’s lives for granted.

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Who is Mamapumpkin?
Mamapumpkin spent 7 years in London committing crimes to gain her Bartlett degree in Architecture. She then spent 7 years as a Stay At Home Mom raising her children as documented in this blog of over 15 years thereafter returning to the Corporate World stronger than ever as the Country Director of a British Multinational. She sets out to prove to all, that you can have anything and everything that you want; if you have that fire of desire burning within and the drive to work hard. Even better with much love.

Mamapumpkin has not only grown corporate businesses successfully in the past but has grown not one but TWO network marketing businesses in the notorious MLM (Multi-Level Marketing) industry, achieving success in under 2 years. She believes in the MLM business model but realises the DRASTIC PITFALLS and great stigma attached to it, understanding EXACTLY WHY the majority would shy away (or RUN for their lives) from ANY MLM business. But open your eyes and take time to understand it intellectually, remove your hang-ups, confirm your research, and you may just want to seize an opportunity. She did. And no, she never went about chasing people for sales. She had a sophisticated system work for her through technology and a smartphone.

She now impacts lives authentically with proven strategies amassed through the last decade of her own transformation offering online coaching programmes and always supports the underprivileged. She believes that we can all have a life of our own desires to enable real contribution into the world. But first, one needs to understand what this all means.

A beautiful life without limits.

If you wish to learn some tools to propel your life forward guaranteed, be brave enough to make contact as her life's purpose is to build people. She operates through a discovery call after which she will commit to helping you. Or not.

Most lose out on an opportunity because they are afraid they would be sold to, conned or whatever fear resides in their brain without even trying. And that's on them.

Mamapumpkin is a living testimony that women really can have a lot. Being financially and time free has enabled her to travel the world anytime, anywhere, doing anything, and she spends most of her days with her children, having fun, and supporting others wherever she can. Also having fun.