Not really the Moo Cow

After we got discharged on Friday, my emotion took a nose-dive. First, I discovered I hadn't had any milk at all. My poor boy was crying so hungrily at midnight that papa had to rush out to buy a tin of Similac for him.

Think of it, I still feel the heartache.

I couldn't do much except to keep crying. Sigh! It's really heartbreaking to hear your baby cries non stop. But luckily my confinement lady was experienced. She managed to pacify Jonathan until papa was back with the formula milk.

However, my lousy mood didn't just picked up. When I woke up on Saturday morning, my tears flowed again. It was really a very stressful period for me even though I kept reminding myself that formula milk was just as good.

But somehow, I just couldn't managed my emotion. This was the first time I cried until my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't even recognise myself. It really took me 3 days to calm myself down and my mood got lifted abit.

On Monday 29 Aug, I discovered my milk has arrived. I only managed to latch Jonathan once before he was warded for jaundice. Being encouraged by the sight of milk, I diligently kept massaging and pump to stimulate the milk supply.

Today, Jonathan was discharged and I'm glad my milk supply is increasing though very slowly.

What I have learnt from the past 1 week -

1. new mummy really needs a lot of encouragement and support. Not nagging or negative comments.

2. must drink a lot of fluid and massage the breasts to prep for breastfeeding.

3. have faith that God will supply.

Though my mood is better as the milk starts to flow, there are moments that I fall into "silence". Really, during this confinement period, all I need is peace and peace and peace. Not negative comments or remarks. If there ain't any good thing to say, just keep quiet.