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First 2 Weeks of Life with A Newborn

The first 2 weeks with baby was like hell. 

Day 3: The afternoon after being discharged from the hospital was alright. I latch her on demand and her feeding time was 2-3 hourly.

MIL came to visit. It wasn’t a pleasant experience but I was very polite. Not once did she asked about me and how I was recovering/coping. Instead she surveyed my room and started commenting on everything. From the baby’s cot to the baby’s swaddle to the nursing hours. Seriously… 

She thinks the cot is too low, baby should be fed every 2 hours. She thinks that baby is startled whenever she has reflex movement and wants us to put a beanie over her chest. She thinks that the swaddle is not good enough and wants us to use a rope to tie around the baby. *Roll my eyeballs out* (doesn’t she know how freaking dangerous it is?) 

OMG… Her 1 hour visit nearly drove me nuts! But I kept being polite to her. I think she should thank god for my good behaviour. The usual SK would have bitten her head off. 

Then at midnight, baby went “crazy”. She fussed at the breast and became extremely impatient. Nothing could pacify or calm her down. Mum, the Husband and I were totally lost. Finally we figured that baby is hungry and my supply is not enough for her as she has not passed urine since noon. The Husband ran out in the middle of the night to buy formula milk. After spoon feeding her 30ml of formula milk, she calmed down and slept till morning. 

Day 4: I latched her on demand again. Had to top up formula milk in between because my supply is still insufficient. Tried pumping in between feeds and only yield less than 5ml. *pathetic*

Baby had jaundice and her face is turning yellow. The pediatrician, Dr. Simon Ng, told us that jaundice will peak during day 5-7. 

Day 5: Latched baby on demand again. She literally latched the whole day and giving me only 15-30mins break in between. I had no time to go toilet or even had a proper meal time. My tailbone started to ache from sitting the whole day to latch baby. The Husband bought me Brestfriend nursing pillow to support baby when she latches. 

Baby’s jaundice got worse. Her eyes were yellow and we got worried.

Her diapers leaked and so we had to change her cot sheet. Thank goodness we placed waterproof mat underneath to protect the mattress. 

Day 6: Hourly feeding from midnight till 6.50am. I almost died from latching her the entire night. My tailbone hurts more and my lower back and pelvic bone ached like hell. 

Went to Dr Simon Ng’s clinic in mt A for jaundice review in the afternoon. Met a terrible clinic staff who refused to open the clinic door 5 mins earlier for us to have a seat. She preferred us to carry the baby and stand outside the clinic door while she had her lunch till the clock strikes 2. There were many coughing kids in the clinic and we were extremely worried that baby might get infected. 

Jaundice review looked fine, and Dr. Ng told us that it might take up to 1 month to resolve. Instructed to continue breast feeding, expose baby to indirect morning sun everyday around 8-8.30am. 

I asked Dr.Ng about the erythema toxicum on baby’s body and was instructed to leave them alone. We were given a sheet of paper containin guidance on taking care of newborn. 

Consultation fee: $50 – 10%(Mt Alvernia ladies card) = $45

Day 7: Continued hourly feeding since midnight till 5.30am. And hourly feeding means only 15-30mins break in between. Can you imagine sitting the entire night? Having the nursing pillow strapped to my waist the entire night? Sore nipples, tailbone and back aches? 

Pumping in between feeds yielded only 10ml in total. *pathetic

Day 8: Non stop feeding and fussing since 2am till 6am

My mood: Sore nipples, empty breasts, tailbone and pelvic aches, dozing off, extremely irritable. 

This is definitely not the kind of confinement that I was expecting. I didn’t get to rest at all for the past 5 days. On top of all these crap, I still have to deal with the pain from the stitches and piles, and the never ending lochia discharge. 

Day 9: continued the routine of non stop fussing and feeding throughout the night. I didn’t get to sleep at all.

Went to see Dr. Tho for review. The uterus is clear and shrinking in size. The stitches are fine as well. My next review will be in 6 weeks’ time. Weighed 60.1kg at this visit. Sigh… After a week’s torture, I only lost the baby’s, placenta, and amniotic fluid weight. The remaining fats is still with me. My tummy still looks 6 months pregnant. 

Massage lady (Mdm Samsiah) came at 2pm. She brought portable massage bed and light heater to my house. I was only required to prepare 2 large and 2 small towels. It was a very good and relaxing massage. Help soothes my painful pelvic bone from sitting too much. 

Her Package: $1100 for 30 massage sessions with light treatment and tummy binding. This package is bought over from previous customer, hence explains the cheaper rate. 

After the massage, I had to keep the tummy binder for 6 hours. I don’t really like the oily feeling, but for the sake of shrinking the tummy, I have to continue the massage. Also, the massage soothes my backaches and pelvic pains.

Soon after the massage, baby started to cry badly again. She refused to feed on formula milk (spoon fed), and I couldn’t breast feed her with my tummy binder on and all the massage oil on my body. Finally with all the stress from past 1 week, I broke down. I couldn’t stop tearing and felt very pessimistic. I knew it’s a sign of post natal depression but I couldn’t stop tearing. The Husband was worried when he saw me behaving like that. He suggested to bottle feed the baby while I get some much needs rest. 

Who cares about nipple confusion now. There are more serious problems on hand now. It’s either I get serious post natal depression, or baby get dehydrated, or worsen jaundice, or cry her lungs out. So we gave in and bottle feed her. Then it all worked out. Baby fed well on bottle. I felt slightly better after a good undisturbed sleep.

I still feel very blue for the rest of the day. Had weird thoughts about how baby would be if anything happens to me, what would happen if baby’s jaundice got so severe that it damages her organs, etc. I couldn’t help it but these thoughts kept coming. 

Day 10: Baby continued to latch plus formula fed. 

She is calmer after having a full meal. Her stool has turned into mustard seedy poop too. And she really poops a lot.

My milk pumping had increased to 40ml per session. Still insuffient to satisfy baby. 

Her jaundice more or less in control. With the formula milk feedings, she managed to excrete bilirubin faster. 

Day 11: Continued to latch her hourly and top up with 4 times of formula milk (30ml each). 

We finally decided on her Chinese name and did her birth registration today. The Husband went to ICA to complete the registration. He said that there was no queue and the process was pretty fast. It only cost $18 at ICA while Mt Alvernia charges $42.

Baby is smiling a lot more today.

Day 12: Baby is going through growth spurt today. She feeds hourly even with formula milk top-up. We decided to increase her milk to 60ml and she was satisfied. Her feeding time then changed to 3-hourly. 

Day 13: Baby’s jaundice is disappearing. Her skin is now fair and no longer look yellowish. 

She is on formula milk most of the time today as I have insufficient supply for her. She never seems to be full or satisfied when I latch her for 1 hour. Guess my lack of rest has taken a toll on me. Not every woman is born a milk cow. I am the lack of supply cow. I feel that it is better for baby to be crying less and clear her jaundice fast compared to being stubborn on exclusive breast feeding. She will still get some antibodies from my pumped milk. 

MIL came to visit again. This time she pissed Mum off too. She seriously have no constructive input and simply likes to comment on everything. She complained that baby’s bodysuit is too difficult to wear and we should let baby wear the extremely over-sized tie-up top which she bought. =__=” I told her that we are very good at putting on baby’s clothes on her but she went on to repeat her comments as if she didn’t hear me. Next she complained that the baby bathtub is too low and we should put the tub on a chair or stool. Seriously? What if the tub topples? Anyway, she commented on everything in my house again. Super rude for a guest’s behaviour. I don’t think she realises that she is more of a stress creator than help to us. The worst thing she did was to make clicking sounds at baby all the time instead of talking to her. Hello? This is a baby, not a pet, yo. *roll eyeballs*

Baby did a stunt today. While Husband and mum were changing her soiled diapers, she decided to poop and fart more. So the explosive poop splashed onto mum, the Husband and the floor. LOL!! Luckily I was spared. Now the Husband is reluctant to change her soiled diapers. I could see him trying to escape his duties. 

Before giving birth, I saw pictures of soiled diapers online and they grossed me out. But when I deal with baby’s poop, I am quite immune to the smell and appearance. Maybe that’s the special power of a Mother. Plus, my sensitivity to smell disappeared on the day I gave birth, so it makes life a lot easier for me. 

Day 14 (08 May 2016): Happy Mother’s Day!

This is my first Mother’s Day photo with baby! 

Dear Baby Chloe, Mummy will love you with all my heart till you start becoming rebellious and try to drive me to the grave. =) Please grow strong and healthy and be happy!

Mum took a photo with baby too. I did a comparison with the pic she took with me 31 years ago. Boy, how time flies… Mum has been tolerating my nonsense for 31 years… I shall be super nice and filial to her from now on. *Guilty Max*

Dear Baby Chloe, your popo is taking very good care of you and losing sleep for you. She is constantly changing your smelly diapers, feeding you, washing your clothes and bathing you without a single word of complain. You must be grateful and be filial to popo forever, ok? 

I have some emo thoughts on this special day. I kept thinking and worrying that I might die young and not able to take care of baby till she grows up. Maybe it’s part of my post natal depression effect. This could also be partially due to me reading a blog about a baby losing his mother on the day he was born, and also the real life example of my Cousin who lost her mum to cancer when she was only 3. Anyway, in case some thing bad happens to me, I want my baby to be taken care by my mum. Simply because I don’t think the Husband can cope with work and baby at the same time and the MIL is too inexperienced to take care of any baby. 

Ok, shan’t have too much emo thoughts anymore. Time to feed baby again~


Post Delivery – Day 2

At 4.30am, the nurse brought baby back to my room for breast feeding. I got more practices for the football hold. I used a couple to pillows as support for the baby so that I only need to focus on holding the baby’s head and neck correctly. After feeding, baby was brought back to the nursery again.

Dr.Tho came at 7+am to check on my stitches. He prescribed me painkiller and antacid, 3 times a day. I really need that because the uterus contractions are too achy. Was told that the stitches will heal in 2 weeks time and the uterus will shrink back. Meanwhile I can only feel sore and achy.

For breakfast, I chose porridge from the Tuesday Chinese menu. Mt Alvernia has different menu for each day and you can choose from Chinese, Western, Muslim , Indian menu etc. For mine,  it comes with a bowl of fish porridge, a small jug of Milo, a packet of orange juice and a small bread. 

I remembered having the fish porridge last year when I had my day surgery and it was not bad. But this time, it’s quite tasteless. =(  Regretted porridge after seeing the husband’s omelette. Made up my mind to choose breakfast from the western menu for the next day. 

Since I stayed in the single room, the Husband could stay over with me with a fee of $80.25 per night (includes 3 meals. pillow and blanket are provided during the stay). My first day was spent in the delivery ward but the companion fee is still charged despite no proper meal was consumed. The single room has a spacious attached bathroom, wardrobe, mini fridge, TV, free WIFI, free local calls, in-room safe, dining table, and a sofa which can be used as a bed for the companion.  There are 17 TV channels and one of it is a replay video on breastfeeding and how to take care of newborn. I find this video very informative and helpful for first time mum. 

After breakfast at 8.40am, the nurse brought the baby back for breastfeeding. This time she taught me cradle hold. I find that the Football hold position is more comfy for me. Anyway, both positions required a few pillows as support for my arms and baby. Baby was too sleepy and not keen to feed. 

Look at her nice forehead and sharp chin. I think her mouth is too pointy. Gosh, I have can’t stop staring at her and admiring all her features. Am I going to become one of those obsessed mum on social media???

Auntie and cousins came to visit and they got me a cute baby girl balloon. I got out of bed at 10+am to wash up and put on basic make-up because more visitors are coming. Can’t look too shagged! 

11.35am: Baby is breast fed and this time she sucks well. SZ came to visit me and just nice that baby is left in my room. I could still remember visiting SZ in NUH when she gave birth 8 months ago, and I was only in my first trimester then. Wow, how time flies!

Soon, lunch was served. Took picture of the half eaten meal because I was so hungry then!

I chose fish for lunch from the Tuesday confinement food menu. The meal came with stir fried broccoli, steamed fish, chicken soup, fresh pear, and orange juice. The food tastes great! Cousin Minmin was eyeing at the dishes so I let her try some. She likes it too. I guess hospital food isn’t always bad. Felt so wasted that I didn’t get to eat yesterday because I spent almost all the time in the delivery suite. 

This is the husband’s lunch. He chose chicken chop from the western menu. 

After lunch, I elaborated the story of my delivery to the cousins. And Cousin Minmin was surprised that the delivery suite is a single room. She always had the idea that delivery suite would have several preggies and all screaming in pain together. =__=” Sounds like horror movie to me. 

After lunch, Joyce came with baby Will to visit. Baby Will is almost 1 year old already! I came to visit Joyce in the same hospital last year. Omg, how time flies again! 

4.30pm, 6.30pm, and 7.30pm, baby fed well. She was with us in the room from afternoon till 8+pm. MIL and SIL came to visit too. Since I had to breast feed, most of the visitors (excluding my friends) have officially watched the feeding show FOC and mostly without permission. Thanks. You all just made me feel like the animal in the zoo. Even though you are female and older, it doesn’t mean you are entitled to watch me breast feed. Thanks for intruding my privacy. +1 post natal depression factor. 

And commenting on whether I have milk isn’t an appropriate thing to do as well. +1 post-natal depression factor. 

Dinner was served and this time I chose to have pork.

This time I was served with stir fried veggies, sesame oil pork, winter melon pork rib soup, fresh orange, and green apple juice.

Mum and MIL said that I could not eat the lettuce because it’s too “cooling”, so I had to give it to the Husband. =(   Other than that, food is yummy~ The Husband had western meal again for dinner. Didn’t bother to take a picture of his food because I was already hungry.

Finally all the visitors left by 8.30pm (end of visiting hours) and baby was brought back to the nursery. The Husband and I could finally rest. He went to sleep with 2 blankets while I was feeling very warm. My body was still generating a lot of heat just like pre-natal. Made the tough trip to the toilet to pee and clean up the stitches area with hexodane wound wash. I have never expected toilet trips to be even worse after delivery. After that I could finally lie down and rest. Been sitting on the bed for the entire day already.

And this pretty much sums up day 2 post delivery.