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my day during confinement
wanted to jot down a typical day while doing confinement. I don’t think i’ll go through this pregnancy journey again (especially so now that i know i am a g6pd carrier) so i guess some form of journaling is required to remind myself what i went through. my confinement is anything but typical. I would think confinement = loads of rest, constantly lying down resting and not move so that the body can recover. me? i’m constantly “working” non stop and perpetually sleep deprived. i dont have a maid, nor a confinement lady. My house is wayyyyyy too crammed to house any additional person anyway. Here’s how one of my…
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mummy updates.
I realised.. this blog space of mine is filled with everything about my kids these days! wanted to blog down some updates about myself, more for my own future reference than anything else. these are the last few pictures of me being preggers! incidentally, they are all taken in toilets! 1st pic was in the private toilet in paragon (yes, there is a private toilet for Citibank paragon card holders and I loveeeee it to bits cos it’s always clean, empty, big mirror and filled with expensive lotions for use). 2nd pic was taken in an apartment at Marina bay sands residence where der and me were busy checking…
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Enjoyment!
Chilling at the hair salon, with a fillet in my hand and sitting like I’m at home.. I self declare today as end of confinement! Heh. It’s been 4 weeks since I gave birth to Jerry. Ok, tomorrow marks 4 weeks but 1 day difference not much right? Especially since I cut it short from Saturday till now.. Say bye to unruly hair (yay!) and say hi to nice big curls and wavy hair (hopefully). Errmm.. But I wish it could be faster.. I need to run home and express my milk! But guess what? I dont think I’ll go under the shower head till this Sunday.. Soon soon!! Posted…
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am boiling mad.
i think my son is drunk on milk. i really had enough of my mum stuffing milk into my son’s mouth ALL THE TIME. she is doing what, hourly feeds?! and she does it quietly without letting me know even though i am in the same house. just because i am in my own room and not in the sight of the baby all the time. and now, the damn baby is cranky the entire afternoon and refuses to be soothed and i don’t know what is wrong because my schedule/routine is all messed up by my damn mother. her words changes every damn day and i really had it…
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Happy news (food wise)
After like what seems like forever and ever, the monkey me finally went nuts over bananas. Yay! Feels so good to sink my teeth into these yellow mushy stuff. I swear I could eat 2 bunches at a go. By the way, in case you are curious.. I am born in the year of monkey. Well, went to the doc’s last Saturday and while battling the long queue, hubby and me went to eat breakfast.. After 10 months of deprivation, I have never been happier to slurp these down. Heh. Pure bliss. Ok, after that it was torture because the hollicks was sooo thick and sweet, I almost died of…
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Bugging me at the back of my mind.
If there is ever a reason that I want my confinement to end like right now, it’s my bathroom. I.can’t.wait.to.give.it.a.good.scrub. It’s depressing. Seeing the gaps between the tiles turning yellow/brownish, and not being able to do a shit about. (ok, unless I boil tonnes of water and use that to wash the toilet but that’s totally crazy). Well, I could also wear boots and gloves to wash the toilet and scrub it clean but I think I will (1) get hell from my mum and (2) get depressed all over again the next time I bathe. The herbs water that I use to bathe stains my tiles, and of cos..…
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Making a little noise here..
My mind’s a little blank, and the last 2 days felt like a vacuum. Did it just fly past me? Am dead tired but I just can’t get to sleep. My mum’s taking over the night duty today because the baby has been cranky for the last 3.5hrs, crying non stop with a dry diaper, only stopping for his feed, and starting the ruckus all over again shortly after. I reckon he wants to cuddle, but no.. Am not indulging him, but I guess the in-laws who swung by earlier got him too comfy in the nook of their arms for too long. Sigh. I wish I had the courage…
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Day 5 & 6 at home
The past 2 days has been madness.. Hence the radio silence from me on all social media, except a random rant or 2 when I become immobile for 15mins while I am expressing milk. Following the PEP bed arrival and the phototherapy session for Jerry, it was HELL. I was changing diapers every other moment and I think I went through like 10-12 diaper changes (due to discharge of jaundice) in within a short span of 6 hours, coupled that while 2-3 hourly expressing of milk, cuddling and soothing the baby, feeding the baby and washing up stuff.. I didn’t sleep a wink. It does not help that my dear…
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Day 3 back home
Gosh, first things first.. The weather these days are a killer! I could hardly bear a moment out of my air-conditioned room. Thank goodness I am allowed to on my air-con, if not.. I’ll die of heat stroke first! The other simple pleasure is bathing everyday. I never looked forward to bathing with so much anticipation before, but I am only allowed to bathe once a day, with only half a pail of herb water boiled by my mum. A true test of my water saving skills (especially with my long long mane) but I have survived well thus far. Though it does take a bit getting used to using…
