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Week 1: Pumping extravaganza. Feeling helpless and useless as a new Mom, I pumped for almost every feed and delivered the milk to the hospital three times a day. Boobs engorged to the size of rock melons, with emphasis on rock. Week 2: Jaundice level down, home to Mom's for confinement. Epi wound healing but sore. Bought doughnut cushion. A necessity. Exhausted from night feeds. Baby smiles at me. Photographic evidence. Struggle with breastfeeding. Try unsuccessfully to go watch X-Men III. Week 3: Hubby and I got dengue from errant mozzies. Fever for 3 days. The itching and ugly spots were worse. Immune to pain of drawing blood now. Whole estate was infested with a total of 26 cases to date. Spared of night feeds by a concerned Mom. Week 4: Final week of house arrest. Getting better. In-laws arrive and coo over baby. On Independence Day, Mom takes us out to celebrate. Can't remember where. Maybe Plaza Singapura to buy Baby Bjorn baby carrier. Watch X-Men III with hubby. Sorely disappointed. Week 5: Home alone with baby. Coping well with night feeds and getting baby on schedule. Breastfeeding second nature now. Baby farts and coos a lot. |
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