Of bottles, pacifiers, creams, breastpumps and...Kiddy Palace

I'm not sure I am alone on this, in fact I'm quite sure I'm NOT alone. I developed an obsession for teats, milk bottles, all the above mentioned and all things, BABY.

That was when I went on a baby shopping frenzy (probably typical of a first-born mother) and became a member of Kiddy Palace, Mothercare, John Little, Metro, First Years, Tom & Stefanie and the list goes on. You name it, Xiangying probably has it.

It is extremely peculiar though, I never seem to own enough teats or milk bottles honestly. My kitchen work top was beginning to resemble, in the hubby's words, a science lab. But it just never seemed quite enough.

A fraction of my stash left out to air dry after sterilising.

At this point, let me gently remind you that I have a grand total of 1xbaby to feed.

1xvery very very adorabe chub chub baby, but 1x baby nonetheless.

At last count, I have, including those at my mum's, 24x nuk teats, 12x pacifiers, 15x milk bottles, 2x steriliser, 2x bottle warmers, 2x electric sarong, 2x playpen, 3x breast pumps (which I will dedicate another post to, or I may not since it will almost definitely fall into the category of too much information for many), 3x strollers (more about that later too), god knows how many sets of baby outfits and bibs, too many bottles of baby wash and creams (which I would tell you is absolutely necessary cause of his hyper-sensitive skin), and too little space for everything.

Despite the growing real estate we have needed to apportion for the 1x baby, I continue to be undaunted in my quest to devour every single item on that most adorable shelf in Kiddy palace. And it has come to a point whereby I no longer shop for myself, and everything I buy is converted to baby currency. i.e. how many milk bottles I can buy if I were to NOT buy that ZARA top...

Oddly enough, I still find it particularly hard to resist steering into the huge Kiddy Palace at my favourite neighbourhood mall (NEX) everytime I do my grocery runs, or just happen to be there. There is just this overwhelmingly strong draw luring the mother in me, in.