All About Revata

Recently, I started to laugh. My voice is amazing and both my papa & mama always praise at me.

Every morning, I will start off my day with laughter. When I see my papa shine with big smile, I'll repay with laughter.

Every midnight, when I wake up due to hunger, according to my papa, I am the cutest in the world. The whole world stops because of my laughter.

Now, I start to sing following mama. Whenever I feel funny, I just scream and laugh.

Laugh makes my life full with fun. Laugh also makes my papa & mama forget about my cries.

I am an alarm clock. I know how does an hour, a minute and a second work.

Every morning, even though Papa & Mama already put on their own clocks, I will still become their alarm clock. 6am, this has been programmed into my memory. When my memory functions, I will alert my Papa & Mama with my voice. If they do not react accordingly, I will just cry to give them last warning.

Every night, when I reach home, Papa will play with me. I enjoy it very much. Yet, it lasts for short time. 7pm, again, this has been programmed into my memory. Regardless whether Mama has finished her cooking, I will definitely burst into cries, indicating I want to be breastfed. I have been longing for the hug of Mama for the entire day with Nanny. I want it, even though it's in the midst of playing with Papa.

I love to become an alarm clock. I love to be punctual, especially for my own fondness.

Last few days, I had great time with Mama. It's really fun to play with Mama.

What were we playing actually?

When I pushed up my hands, in a few seconds, Mama lifted me up and I quickly sat up. I started to look around. Wow, it's fun to sit like an adult.

When I leaned on the bed, I turned my body to the right and had my butt facing up. My face was only a few centimetres from the bed. It's a new feeling to have my face stick on the bed.

Mama used my bolsters to pat on my face and hands. I felt extremely fun with the non-stop bounces.

All these have been developed by Mama while Papa was not around.

Yesterday, my Papa was back from Kuching. I feel so happy. I want to look for new games. Papa, Papa, Revata wants "chit tou".

I am not feeling well today, I guess. My stomach is feeling weird and I want Mama's breastmilk so desperately.

I latch on for more than 40 minutes. After burping, I still feel the emptiness. I cry and cry because I don't like the feeling.

Eventually, I vomit in great volume. I feel a bit relieved after vomit but still, the feeling of emptiness never gets faded.

Mama quickly applies oil mint on my tummy and I feel the heat conquering my body. It's kind of soothing but it doesn't really reduce my ache in the fastest way. I cry badly. Mama is worried about me and hugs me in her arms tightly. She tells me, OK, OK, Revata, Mama knows you are not feeling well. Mama is with you. Mama loves you...

Slowly, I fall asleep. I hope when I wake up later, I will show Mama a smile.

I started off my new habit since last week. After enjoying the breastmilk, I have the feeling to poo. I did it for several times and consequently, Mama always screamed at me.

I feel guilty but I can't help. I love to be washed off on my buttock. Normally, my Mama will do it even by heart, she feels reluctant to do so.

I soon develop my new habit. Yesterday, I made a triumph. I poo at around 10pm. Again, I feel guilty but I can't help. I just feel full and want to poo.

I love my Mama. Whenever I poo, she will never leave me aside. She must be very happy to know that I clear my bowel everyday.

Don't know since when, I start to realise that my kicks are powerful.

I like to kick when Papa and Mama pat on my back for burping.
I like to kick when I feel bored.
I like to kick when I was dumped into "tamtung" and I don't feel to poo.

This morning, my blanket was eventually out of my territory! Yeah!
I will continue to kick & kick...