Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Neh-Spray

This entry is dedicated to all mothers past, now and future who have breastfed, who are breastfeeding and who will one day. You have my utmost sympathies and admiration.


My life these days

I thought with Gaby out of my belly, the problem I had with tossing and turning in bed to comfortably balance the weight of my heavy middle section would disappear. Well, that problem did go away, but a new problem arose -- Heavy *nehs that gravitate to the side I lie on.

One night, Gaby slept through 6 full hours. Any exhausted mother would have gladly enjoyed the same length of uninterrupted sleep. Unfortunately for me, I woke up at the third hour because my nehs were calling out to me. They were engorged -- hard and painful. And because I like sleeping on my side, that meant that either neh would be squashed against the bed in any of my favourite two positions.

Furthermore, while sleeping, Gaby expresses air in a variety of pigeon-coo to baby-dinosaur sounds that are grossly loud relative to her tiny body. Cute as they are, these sounds keep me alert for the next moment when they would grow into an unmistakable loud cry to summon the nehs.

Having been flat-chested my whole life, I never thought my two mosquitoes on a wall, as my mother would matter-of-factly call them, would be able to bulk up enough to contain sufficient to sustain life. Afterall, my Mum (where the flat-chest gene came from) did say she "couldn't" breastfeed. Of course, she did come from the era when women were pulled from the domestic realm into the work force, and formula milk was all the marketing rage and practical solution before Medela breastpumps got so popular.

Anyway, to my very pleasant surprise, my nehs are currently producing enough such that Gaby is putting on more weight per week than the average babe. At just 22 days, she put on 300g from the previous week. (The expected weekly weight gain at this stage according to the midwife is 150-200g.) Gaby's now 4.08kg.

Protecting Mummy's modesty

Not to my excitement though is how these new assets have grown so heavy that even a bumpity bus ride makes it bouncingly painful wearing them.

The first day I returned from the hospital, stood in front of the mirror and gawked at the nehs in their full glory, they felt like strangers to me. New breasts, I called them. Each was turgid and symmetrically round (a neh usually has a natural sag that gives it an asymmetrical natural look) -- as if I had had some surgical enhancements made to them.

What a journey the nehs have brought Lionel and I. In the early hospital stay days, the colostrum (thick yellowish liquid high in protein, fat and antibodies that comes in the first few days after delivery) I produced was extremely scarce. So precious was it that Lionel had his face close to my neh with full concentration to collect every single drop for Gaby using a syringe. Collections were in single digit millilitres. Even 2ml was an accomplishment!


Syringes used to collect colostrum

Now, the milk comes so generously it has become a bane requiring breast pads lest they shoot an unwitting passerby with Nehspray.


The speed at which hormones work amazes me no end. Just the sound of Gaby's cry near feeding time sends my nehs leaking. The right one is particularly troublesome, and even shoots a fine spray. I would say its current projectile range is around 10cm. Even without Gaby's cry, should she oversleep, the nehs would start tingling, granting me some grace time to get my tissue and pads in position, before the shooting begins.

My bosom buddies -- breast pads

Gaby with Nehspray on her cheek

I am almost certain that Nature had engorged breasts planned for a reason. The infant's suck is akin to a snake's venom. It is both the poison that causes the pain, and the antidote to relieve it. This is probably Nature's cruel but necessary means to secure nourishment for a helpless baby from a severely fatigued mother. As Nature has it, I only like my nehs the way I best like my fruit juices -- freshly squeezed.

All that said, breastfeeding is an arduous task. It is back breaking, sleep depriving, pain causing and hence requires a lot of determination. That is why with my new motherhood have I found a new admiration for all breastfeeding mothers. I hope Gaby's nutritious diet with antibodies that no formula milk can ever replace, and I, can last at least 6 months.


*Neh neh aka. Nehs are understood most affectionately by most Singaporeans and Malaysians as breasts in the dialect Hokkien.

Monday, November 15, 2010

My New Fascination

Dear all,

Thank you for your patience with my updates, and for sharing our joy with the birth of Gaby.

Both Lionel and I have been busy trying to journal Gaby's entry into our life. The moments come and go so fast! And I really want to have my journey recorded because the learning and discoveries we make with our firstborn is always a once in a lifetime experience. And it is always humbling to return to these memories years later...

While I am more of a words, details and emotions auto-/biographer, Lionel's the photo journalist. So to get updates on what's going on in our lives, you have both my blog and Lionel's Phanfare photo website.

Here are some of my favourite and latest visual captures of our two-week-old darling:
Eyelashes!

That's most of the view I get when I'm breastfeeding her. I am so fascinated that she has eyelashes at such an early age. I keep showing them off to my Mum. However, her eyelashes are nothing compared to those of her ang moh counterparts here -- they have those flip-flap doll-like or liondance lion kind of eyelashes!

Showing some neck
Most of the time, babies are pretty neckless with their lack of head support and all that lovable layers of fat.


Whenever Gaby is awake, in a fussing mode, and I am exhausted, I just can't wait to finish breastfeeding her and putting her back to sleep. But when she's asleep, I enjoy just staring at her and all is forgotten. I find it impossible to resist the urge to kiss her lightly on her cheek, and by so doing, recklessly risk waking her up. It is so hard to let sleeping dogs lie.

Going-out gear
We've started bringing Gaby out! She had her first outing when she was 13 days old. It was a Saturday and Daddy was around. So we could afford the muscle to bring her 4-wheel-drive-solid pram down the stairs. And among the three of us (the other Mum included), we had enough arms to manage supermarket shopping, a pram and a crying baby.

Gaby enjoyed the outing. Well, actually Gaby's mum enjoyed the outing more. It wasn't until we walked out of the apartment that I realised I so badly needed to get some fresh air after a week in hospital and a week at home.

On Sunday, Lionel and I took Gaby out for a walk in the hilly foresty area opposite our home. We were trying a new route and Lionel ended up pramming her uphill for what seemed like a long time, and over lots of bumpity rocks, twigs and earth. Gaby probably had nightmares of motion sickness last night.

And finally, how can I not leave you with this? It is tempting and instinctive to only put up all the positive bits in public, but blogging, and any piece of recount (especially of motherhood) I believe, should always include the good, the bad and the ugly.

Double dose
Stinking the house down and every bit nonchalent about it