My baby food addiction whats yours?

downloadHello my lovelies, hope you all had a lovely weekend? Mine was very exciting; I attended my friends son’s 1st birthday and it was a delight to celebrate my cutie pie and meet up with old and dear friends. Before I left the city that brought a flood of memories and emotions I had to visit the African food store to pick up a few supplies for my return journey. Lo and behold I heard a whisper while walking through the aisles and it said “pick me Pam, I’ve missed you”. I thought I was loosing my mind then I heard the faint words again; it’s me Pam and there it was right in front of me “Baby Food”. Not just any baby food “Cerelac”  by Nestlé my very own kryptonite. My old habit and addiction calling unto me and I was answering like I had no control of my faculties. I always craved for one particular baby food as big as I am.Wait guys, how can an oke ibiri (Adult) like me eat baby food.  For those of you out there in bloggers land wondering if I have a baby. The answer is an emphatic and categorical No, however I am girding up my loins to get that area sorted out pretty soon after my wedding. lol


Well if you know  Nestle products you might know cerelac, its fed to babies that are being weaned from liquid to semi solids. That’s my cereal of choice o! Mothers in the house don’t be scared to let me near your baby’s food ie any kind of formula including their cerelacs, lol.


I can bet my top dollar that most of us have awkward addictions and cravings, I would love if you can share that with me. I mean the good and juicy addictions.  Aside cerelac, I love to chew on ice cubes, and before i grind it to a slush like state i swallow it and enjoy the feeling to the tablet size ice slowing going down my throat. Feels like heaven and I do that as often as i can every day. Other people love to smoke, drink or use drugs. I don’t do none of that, but put me in a room full of Ice and cerelac and i will give you the permission to ask me to marry you. lol Sister, brother you guys should not blame me o. I know the implications but I hardly can stand near a freezer and not dig dip. Lol. Don’t judge me o. Let me put these addictions aside.


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Pool birth or Hospital Birth


Children are God’s way of letting us know that the world is not ending soon and when I saw a post relating to child birth I just had to share as it reach out to the part of me that is gender biased. With all due respect to my male readers, please pardon me if this topic seems like it is targeted to the female gender alone, however it is my submission that my male readers will find this post as interesting as it refreshing.

I am of the view that male and female born in the modern age should be familiar with child birth ie the different ways a woman can put to bed and being by the side of your spouse while she’s giving birth to the life both of you created together in the purest expression of love.

That being said, on my usual visit to a blog I visit quite frequently, the lindaikeji blog; I found thispost that tickled my fancy and caused my curiosity to wonder what the readers of Pam d’coques blog think about this post

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images (1)This brought back memories; a few years back I used to watch a TV series on Channels 4 called “One born every minute”. I experienced firsthand the beauty and the pain of child birthing  as a single individual and developed a new found respect not just for the female gender but for mothers and parents (couples) in general. I was so immersed in the experience I screamed with the mothers when they screamed and felt their pains, discomfort and understood the irrational behaviour they expressed from time to time and my compassionate side was touched for the mothers and their spouse (especially the ones that experience the birth of their baby), and rejoiced when the vagina stretching babies popped out and were cleaned up.

This post is directed to everyone our there, men and women, if you were given a choice what method of child birth would you go for? Pool birth for the hard core ladies or traditional hospital birth for the celebrity types that do not want to be ruffled?

I personally would go for a pool birth given that I am hard core, having the softness of the water cushion my plum petit ass with sweet scented candles and soothing music playing in the background. No epidural hopefully by Gods grace, my loving husband by my side massaging my lower back, lol with one or two nurses and in the comfort of my own home. Permit me to take you to a time when all women were bad ass and  birthed their babies while taking a long leisurely walk on God’s green earth with experienced midwives/ mothers… hahaha (just messing with you guys) but God is wonderful. Please let me know what method you would prefer


My big fat feet: Viewers discretion advised

The story I’m about to share is interesting and will make for a good read. It’s so peculiar that I feel like rolling on the floor and laughing out loud but in frustration and not in happiness. Some of us that are not pregnant can relate to how your feet can get sore and sometimes a bit swollen when you sit for long periods at a time.

Ladies and Gents, I have been noticing the strange size of my feet for a few days now. All well and good I told myself I will not go to the doctor’s, rather I chose to speak words of faith to my feet and general health being the christian that I am. Fast forward to Friday night/Saturday OMG, guys my feet were fatter than a baked meat-pie from Iya Jumoke.

Please see one more picture of my meat pie feet:

Truth be told I was worried, but my worry was more about finding what triggered my feet to swell and how to mitigate it than about taking medication. At this point my feet had become big and as heavy as the statue of liberty. When I noticed no improvement, I turned to the wonderful world of medical science and forced myself to my neighbourhood hospital and after a few minutes I met my doctor who subjected me to numerous tests including but not limited to Urine and blood test. It was discovered that I had unusual amounts of protein in my Urine which means something might be wrong and I was also anaemic as well, meaning no iron for my body guys i guess its the plenty plenty M C Donald, KFC and Chicken Kebab I eat.

This is where it gets interesting. I was referred to the tertiary health center given that my area doctors could not find what was wrong with my feet and needed to get the big guns to attend to my case that I did not take with the seriousness it deserved.  I was immediately put on admission without even knowing or consenting to it. I was hooked up to machines I only ever get to see in Grey’s Anatomy to monitor my heart beat, pulse, and blood pressure. All these were done to actually rule out all the possible explanations that would make a young lady in her twenties to have swollen feet. The symptoms I presented were very common in the elderly and pregnant women and the doctors on Team Pam could not just understand what was wrong with me which paved the way for more tests to be done on me and extending my forced admission. I stayed in the hospital for 3 days eating and merry making with the No.1 fan of Pam d’cocques blog and brainstorming on how to tell this story to the readers of my blog. I was not given any medication only bed rest and the few laughs I could get from the other patients I was fortunate to meet during my short visit to the hospital.

I was very well taken care of at the hospital and I would like to give a big shout out to the unspoken and uncelebrated heroes in our cities. The Nurses, the Doctors and emergency workers that work tirelessly and round to clock to make sure we are healthy and where we are not they care for us.

This might sound cliche but health is wealth and it gives us hope that we can have a better tomorrow. If you notice anything unusual with your body or health or that of a loved one, do something about it and don’t let it linger because you really have nothing to loose if you take action by getting medical advise




However guys, I am feeling well now and the swelling has gone down a bit.

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