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Bye bye GTM




Just when this GTM thingy finally taken its toll, we got to pass thru it! Yeaaayyyy... 

Setelah sebulan lebih berperang melawan GTM, akhirnya terlewati juga. Seperti yg gue bilang di post2 sebelumnya, temen gue merekomendasikan DSA Yulia di Melinda Hospital. Katanya beliau kalo kasih vit penambah nafsu makan pasti manjur. Wah gue makin menggebu-gebu nih pengen bgt ketemu dr. Yulia... Tanpa ba bi bu langsung gue daftar by phone trus dapet no 40 sekian. Yowes ga papa toh yg penting masih dapet.. Sorenya didatengin lah si dokter, singkat cerita gue jelasin duduk permasalahannya trus dia ngasih resep vitamin yg konon "ampuh" itu. Ga mau nunggu lama lagi, malemnya langsung gue kasi tuh vitamin.. Sambil berdoa semoga beneran ampuh. Secara gue uda hopeless berat. 

Besok paginya, seperti biasa gue bikinin Vale sarapan.. Cereal quaker + buah. Dannnnnnnn..... *eng ing eng* HABIS saudara-saudara. Dari yg biasanya makan sejam cuma 1 sendok, ini bisa abis dalam waktu kurang 30 menit. Mimpi bukan yaaaa :') One of the best feeling in the world. Masuk suapan ke-5 gue udah terharu abis sampe beneran menitikkan air mata hahahaha. *lebay* 
But i was THAT happy. Senengggggg banget... Lebih seneng dr apapun. Dilamar pacar or beli sepatu impian mah cetek! 
Btw.. pemakaian vitamin itu udah seminggu.. Vale mamamnya mulai lahap biarpun tetep ada progress yah, tapi intinya dia udah mau. Yg jadi dilemma, vitamin nya lanjut terus gak ya? Serem banget kalo nanti lepas dr vitamin trus mogok makan lagi?! Amit-amit..... Harus positive thinking intan!!! Pfftt. 

Dengan berakhirnya perang ngelawan GTM ini, gue harap JANGAN sampe terulang deh. Seriusan gue miserable banget. Anak juga jadi loyo. Kasian banget liatnya yg tadinya lincah 100%, pas GTM berkurang 50%. 
Nah.. Setelah mau makan bener, Vale jadi makin lincah cah cah. Lari-lari mulu kerjaannya, susah banget ditangkep. Ga mau dipegang dan ga mau nuturin kita juga. Pengennya seenak dhewek. 

Gue pernah berkelakar, terserah d mau Vale selincah apapun juga gue ga masalah asal dia makan. Hahaha dan ternyata gini deh beneran kejadian... :D Gak papa? Gak papa donk! Yang penting mamamnya jagoooo. 


A little update from my 13mos baby: 
-Beratnya 13kg (I know right? Baby kelas berat dia) 
-Lari makin jago dan makin ga mau diatur 
-Kalo ditanya Vale papah mana? Papah lagi Ker...... --> (Dia jawab) Ja 
-Kalo dia lagi asik main terus disuruh udahan, pasti jawabnya "belo belo belo" --> mungkin artinya "belum" :D 
-Tiap nursing gue masuk angin nih... Dia pengen "open bar" bok alias 22nya langsung dibuka -_-. Dannnn bolak balik gitu nyusunya. Kanan kiri kanan kiri sampe dia cape sendiri terus moyoy.. 
-Masih ASI? Masih donk! Eksklusif langsung dari pabriknya hihihi. 
-Hobby barunya main air! Seneng banget siram tanaman (dan mobil.. dan mobil tetangga.. dan orang yg lewat) di depan, gue pun pernah kena siramannya -_- 
-Bisa naik ke sepeda sendiri. Sepeda disini maksudnya bukan sepeda bayi ya. Itu mah dari kapan juga uda jago *mak2 somse* tapi balanced bike.. Yg notabene diperuntukkan anak-anak 3y+. 
-Dance as always... To whatever beat that catchy! 
-Bentar lagi mau sekolah loh.... Pssst will talk about that later!! Will be one loooooong post! 
-Tambah ngerti perintah-perintah ringan.. Kalo dulu cuma seputar "bye bye* waving hand, cakepnya, dll. Skrg dia lebih ngerti yg lebih spesifik lagi. Bisa masukin satu mainan ke pasangannya. 


Hi endut.... Love you so much. (Itu pipi biru karena jatoh) Belum juga sembuh yg di jidat, uda ada memar yg baru *ngelus dada* 


P.S. There come the times when you will spread your wings and fly. Until then, let me smooch and give you a biiiiiig hug! 



Comments

Demetrius said…
Awesome picture. "Beautiful Mom, Blessed Son." ;)
October 22, 2014 at 6:29 PM
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