Brandon Prust and Karen Belfo

From behind the net /Photo by Karen Belfo

Yesterday after picking up my kids from daycare, I bumped into a friend of mine, Karen Belfo, a talented film director, actress, and photographer: http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0067781/. She told us that a famous hockey player was playing hockey outside the Bell Center! My 3 year old son, who is already a great fan of the Canadians, got really excited! So, we had to go and check it out!

Where is the ball? /Photo by Karen Belfo

Amazing, there they were, in the court yard at Windsor station! Many people gathered around watching the game! TVA was even there! Funny, I overheard TVA reporters saying they were having a hard time finding a French speaking player to interview, guess the players were all English. 

Anyway, Brandon Prust was there! One great hockey player! He was playing hockey with his fans! Wow, he's a fast player! My son was speachless cause it was the very first time he ever saw a professional hockey player up close! But our stay was cut short, we had no choice but to leave because my husband forgot his house keys at home while he was at work. Then again, I too forgot something, my cell... Funny! I then asked Karen if she wouldn't mind taking photos and then passing them along once the game was over, she said she wouldn't mind and then we left. As soon as we got home, my son told his daddy everything! You should have seen my son, so excited!

GO Habs GO! (I confirm the spelling of my ZIP code on my cell as people may get confused with my G or Z, because of my pronunciation. I say: G as in "Go Habs Go", this way they could better understand my G !)

So lucky to have seen Brandon Prust playing hockey up close! Thanks to Karen for letting us know about it and for the nice photos!

RUN! /Photo by Karen Belfo

It was a good game! /Photo by Karen Belfo

Brandon Prust and Karen Belfo /Photo by Karen Belfo

Here is a small summary profile of Brandon Prust ( from wikipedia) ------------------------

In the 2010-11 season, Prust was one of only seven players to score at least 10 goals, as well as engage in at least 10 fights.
On April 7, 2011, he was awarded the Steven McDonald Extra Effort Award, which is given to the Rangers player who "goes above and beyond the call of duty" as voted on by the fans.
During the 2011-12 season, the Rangers faced the Philadelphia Flyers in the 2012 NHL Winter Classic, which took place at Citizens Bank Park in Philadelphia on January 2, 2012. Prust posted two assists in a 3-2 Rangers win. Prust proved to be a valuable member of the Ranger's Penalty Kill during his tenure there.
On July 1, 2012, Prust signed a 4-year deal worth $10 million with the Montreal Canadiens.

A file who got injured by sarin attack

October 20, 0:15am, there was a explosion of a bomb in a Hongo Sanchome subway station on Tokyo Metro Marunouchi Line in Tokyo. The fire was from one of 6 cars bound for Ikebukuro  while it was staying at the station. 14 people got injured and at least 3 people were sent to a hospital. They all are safe for life.
It reminds me of Sarin gas attack on the Tokyo subway in 1995. I still remembered that I found a file of government workers who got injured from the attack when I opened one of my desk draweres when I started working at the government.

The file was just a list of names but it scared me because it reminded me of the pictuire I saw on TV on that day.

I hope the one today wasn't a beggining of something like that again. Japan is already so much in struggling from disaster, poverty, hateless, etc.

 

Milk Envy

Breast milk is the BEST milk for babies. I read it everywhere.  Naturally, I decided to breastfeed my baby….

The time after my delivery is a blur. The baby was born. I held it against my bare chest and fed it. Not sure what happened after that. I probably slept. My husband tells me they took the baby away for some tests.

It began when I woke up. The baby is crying. I offered him my breasts but nothing comes out. I squeeze them, massage them, let the baby suck and stimulate them.  Despite all of this, not a drop of milk.

The nurses came to check on me and my breastfeeding every 2 hours. I appreciated it but I wasn’t able to sleep. They kept coming back to check on me.

My poor baby kept crying out of hunger. He was a big baby but soon lost more weight than babies are supposed to. He cried, cried and cried. I felt so bad and sad for not to being able to give him my milk.

Three days after giving birth and we’re still at the hospital because my milk hadn’t come in yet. The specialist offered us an electric breast pump and the nurses took the crying baby to their station to let me have a rest during day.  He was famous with the nurses for his crying. My husband took me for a walk around the hospital.  I felt even worse when I saw pictures of mothers breastfeeding their babies on the walls in the hallway. There was even one picture of a mom feeding two babies, one on each breast! The moms were all smiling, tender warm smiles and the babies looked so peaceful sucking with their eyes closed.  

The baby came back and I tried to breastfeed. Nothing. The baby cried out of course. I looked down at my hungry crying baby, tears started flowing instead of milk. I cried and cried. I was so sad, frustrated and exhausted. 

But when I cried out, my baby just stopped crying all a sudden and looked at me for a second. We looked each other. Then he went to sleep.

He understood that his mom was sad and didn’t want to see him crying, I guess. He let me feel better by stopping crying.

After this, the hospital finally let me give him formula. The baby didn’t have to cry from hunger again. He chugged the milk. He smiled. I felt so relieved and was able to sleep with him for a few hours.

We left the next morning, after 5 days at the hospital. My breasts finally started to produce milk. I realized that I was just too tired and needed a good rest.  All I wanted was the BEST for my baby. I couldn’t imagine feeding him anything other than breast milk.  I wish somebody at the hospital had let me know that it was okay to give him a little but of formula.  I’ll never forget the moment when my baby stopped crying and went to sleep.