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

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Finally!!!

Guess who's FINALLY arrived?

VITAL STATISTICS (for uncles and aunties to buy 4D)

Name: Heng Kaili Gaby
DOB: 31 October 2010
Time of Birth: 04:55 PM

Weight at Birth: 3380 g
Height/Length at Birth: 50 cm

More pictures to come once Mummy and Gaby are more presentable, and Daddy has more time to upload photos...

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Prepared & Waiting...

Pregnancy supplements - Omega 3, Multivits, Iron+folic acid, and my thyroxine hormones

Gaby's car seat and bath tub awaiting...

Labour positions for the early stages

Hospital bag all packed
And the list of last-minute items that can't be put into the bag just yet..

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

My Husband -- the Boy, the Man and the Daddy


More about the man in my life cum reason why I'm in Zurich housewiving and waddling about with a baby in my belly...


Before I came along, Lionel's first love -- his food

(That's my Mummy in the background in her batik housecoat, pullover T-shirt and hotel slippers to keep warm.)

Sunday lunch -- Laksa made from Prima Deli mixes sent with love from Lionel's mum. Fishballs bought from an Asian supermarket here. Luckily Lionel is quite indiscriminate about the quality of his fishballs. Anything round and  mildly fishy counts as fishball. Yellow mee? Nope, that's spaghetti. No quail eggs here (they are deadly overpriced) but a nice chicken egg in each bowl, and a few prawns.

I came out of the shower one night to find Lionel watching "I Am Legend". And this was one of those suspenseful scary-music scenes where a monster was about to jump out from somewhere in the dark. I didn't manage to catch a picture of him peeking at the screen through his fingers though. Observe how tensed his arms are next to his macho fearless built. ;p


Ah.. the Daddy of a man sterilising Gaby's milk bottles and the breast pump parts -- a project I got him started on because Sundays can get really slow moving here if there was no activity of the day.

Lionel ma man set up our first fireplace fire! It's officially autumn in Zurich now. Daily temperatures hover  around 7 degrees these days and our central heating isn't doing much of a good job.


On the right is our very first stash of firewood. We rented a Mobility car over the weekend to buy this two crates of about 20kg of small logs and larger logs. It was quite an experience trying to ask the sales people where the firewood was kept. "Feuerholz" I tried -- a literal translation of fire+wood. Three helpful counter staff directed me to charcoal. Well, we eventually got hold of our firewood. Upon reading up on the englishforum.ch later on, I found out firewood is called "brennholz" -- burning wood.

It was both our first time setting up a fireplace. With completely no scouting experience, Lionel built the fire with the help of WikiHow and other useful internet sites. It's amazing what kind of help and advice you can get off the net nowadays. We natives of tropical weather even needed help getting the safety latch off our BIC lighter.

http://www.wikihow.com/Remove-a-Safety-Band-from-a-Bic-Lighter

Anyway, our fire didn't last more than an hour. Better luck next time.

The morning after...

Friday, October 15, 2010

Mum and I

My mum arrived last Wednesday morning. I was so excited about her coming because her presence would change my daily routine and provide much needed company now that I've stopped my German language classes and am in the waiting phase for Gaby to pop.

So what have we two women eligible for priority seats on trains (one senior citizen and one heavily pregnant) been up to? Speaking of giving up seats for the elderly and the pregnant, this is something I have been meaning to mention for a while: Singaporeans are not as bad as the Swiss when it comes to being a caring society. Here, not only do most people not offer their seats to either one of us, the sitters can confidently look you in the eye. In Singapore, at least there is some sense of social guilt (aka. paiseh-ness) and sitters would pretend to be asleep, or at least avert their gaze.

Yesternight, we three gallavanters (Lionel included) went to watch a Cirque du Soleil show, Varekai.

Lionel discovered 50% off tickets while browsing the German newspapers at the gynae


The tram was extremely crowded (like the buses and trains at peak hour in Singapore). One lady, whom I guesstimated was about my mum's age, offered me her seat. I felt so paiseh, but she insisted and I thanked her profusely. Alas, I think she wasn't Swiss (her English wasn't Swiss accented).

These social observations make me reflect, as an educator, on why there still is a place for Moral Education in schools -- as archaic, laughable, and top down many of us think it is. That is partly where norms of a caring society and civic mindedness are established because an individual in such an education system would realise the same message, and hence standards and expectations, are being conveyed to his peers as well.

Anyway, back to Mummy and me. It's so nice to be mummied all over again before I have to do the mummying myself.

Mum has been a busy lawyer running her own sole proprieter firm for the past twenty years. While she is officially retired now, she was going to the office tidying affairs up till the day she left for Zurich. Thus I think it is interesting to document aspects of this sharp transition into housewife/grandmother/retirement-hood as it happens.

In the past week, Mum, who belongs to the generation of computer-internet migrants, has been learning how to operate on my small red laptop. She's learning how to use Gmail (more effectively), check the remnants of her work e-mail, read The Straits Times ePaper, watch episodes of Desperate Housewives and play DVDs on the computer. 

She has also been:
  • learning the bus routes to the many supermarkets here (decent Coop, disappointing Coop, Migros with butcher, Migros sans butcher, Asian supermarket, Turkish shop with the only oranges that are edible by our standards), 
  • learning the niche of each supermarket (like how the most value-for-money eggs come from Denner, best half-baked bread comes from Migros and how salted butter can only be found in Coop), 
  • and developing an applicable affinity with marketing techniques used to modify housewife behaviour (e.g. Aktion = sale, meats based on price/kg, 15% discounts on Saturdays, vouchers offering more customer points etc.)

We signed up for a 45Franc/year library membership at the equivalent of our Clementi Central. With that membership, I can borrow up to 25 items at a time. And these items include English books, children books and games, CDs and DVDs!!!! The DVD part really called loudly out to us. On  our first day at the library itself, even before registering a membership, Mum plonked a chair next to the DVD shelf and selected 8 DVDs with English options. Since the titles were in German, she relied on who was starring in the movie to make her choice. (Names afterall don't get Germanfied.) So we've got Cate Blanchett, Christian Bale, Richard Gere, Colin Firth, Meryl Streep, Tom Cruise, Robert Redford, Judi Dench, Kate Winslet and Michelle Pfeiffer with us right now.

But alas, upon checking out did we find out that while we can hold the books for a month, the DVDs are due in a week and are non-renewable. Mum had chosen so many "in case I went into labour" and she had nothing to do and didn't know how to get to the library. Anyhow, this circumstance gave her another home activity: reading the English synopses of the movies online so she could prioritise which shows to watch first.

Mum has also been finding a rationale everyday to reason why Gaby should come each night.
  • Because she (my mum) has safely arrived already
  • Because the house is in order
  • Because I have finished packing my hospital delivery bag
  • Because she has learnt how to go to the supermarket already
  • Because she has learnt how to operate all the machines in the home already
  • Because we watched Varekai with all its thrilling theatrics that would excite Gaby
As you can see, most of the reasons hinge on Gaby arriving when everything is in order. Oh well, Gaby, let's see if you're going to do that or if this is just wishful thinking on our part.

And every dinner, she makes sure we cook more so that there is at least one portion left over for her lunch the next day should I go into labour that night.

Besides reading the ePapers, checking her mail, watching Desperate Housewives, enjoying one of our 8 DVD movies with me, cooking red/green bean soups on my special daughterly request, and calling my Dad and her friends, there still is quite a bit of time as a housewife/housegrandma. So she busies herself and finds miscellenous things to do, like this:

Sweeping and collecting leaves off the balcony in her housecoat

I don't suppose any of her clients is going to be viewing my blog and seeing their lawyer in this very unglamourous outfit and position. ;p

Tuesday, October 5, 2010

37 weeks and waiting...

When are you coming Gaby?
(Sketch courtesy of my talented sister, Cuiwen. Colours added by Lion Daddy.)