My Mammal

I love the way Gaby feeds in the middle of the night.

She'd cry out suddenly in her sleep. Short, staccato jerky, frantic cries. Her eyes remain closed through the whole event.

When I carry her on my shoulder to the bed, already her mouth is furiously seeking the nipple. Occasionally, her mouth gets a grip of my skin and I hear a "smuack" sound of futile sucking.

With her tiger suit and mittened hands that bring all her fingers together into a paw, she is my epitome of primitive baby cute when she snuggles up to my breast. Eyes still closed, she curls up across my chest with her mouth expectantly opening and closing like a goldfish. She is briefly patient as she waits for me to adjust her body and position her head. Then, she takes in my nipple with a desperately hungry bite while she places her white paw possessively on my mound like it were her prey.

Gaby's tiger suit

Then it is full concentration as she rhythmically suckles. I remind her, "Slow down, darling..." and stroke her baby head.

When she is done, she falls asleep at with my nipple still in her mouth. Otherwise, she would throw her head back firmly, and focus on sleeping. So strong is the resolution to go back to sleep that her head is corked stiffly like a meerkat, a frown of concentration on her brow, and her eyes and lips tightly pursed together.

Oh, my little mammal, I sigh with contentment, even as I am groggy from the broken sleep.

Mission Bottle Basics

My advice to all breastfeeding Moms: Don't let Baby survive completely on the breast. Alternate between bottle and breast so that you won't have this problem we are now faced with...

Moms-to-be have heard horror stories of how hospitals give the bottle to newborns, only to have them reject Mom's breast later on because it is much easier sucking the milk out of a bottle than from a breast. And much has been written about nipple confusion where baby doesn't know how to suckle at the breast because bottle suckling requires a different technique. But alas, I was not warned about the reverse -- breast affinity leading to bottle rejection.

Lionel and I have his workplace's Christmas dinner to attend this coming Friday. We have no intention to bring Gaby, just as we believe they have no intention to have a bawling infant at the nice restaurant. My Mum and Sis are here to take care of Gaby in her parents' absence. They can feed her expressed milk or formula in my absence. The plan sounded simple enough when we signed up for the dinner before Gaby was born.

But Gaby, as we have recently found out, absolutely refuses to take the bottle now that she has grown so accustomed to fresh milk from the warm pliable tenderness of Mummy's nehs.

Gaby had earlier been on the pacifier and bottle from the time she was in neonatal care shortly after birth, and even when we brought her home in her second week of life. However, so well was she putting on weight that the visiting midwife told us to do away with formula supplementation. And at the same time, I was getting more confident of my milk supply and proficient in breastfeeding, so Gaby stopped taking the bottle.

Since then, Gaby has had a good month without the bottle or the pacifier.

It was till we started making day trips and thought handling a bottle with expressed milk might be easier than breastfeeding in public when we returned Gaby to her bottle. It was then we found out that Gaby would retaliate with all her might, and volume, against any introduction of an imitation teat into her mouth.

With all our manufacturing wonders today, why couldn't they shape bottle teats they way nature moulded breasts, thought I. The answer came pretty immediately after the question arose. Such teats won't just be bought by parents of newborns for their newborns. They'd be a regular item in www.xxx.com kind of websites and dodgy shops I am sure. Come to think of it, I may just be able to find a pair of fake breasts at one of those kinky outlets.

Anyway, how how? I lamented. How can I go for my Christmas dinner when my baby insists that I have to be present at all her 2-3 hourly feeds? How how will she survive when the time comes for her to wean off my tired nehs? How would she survive if I am suddenly taken away from her? Aiyo Gaby, you'd have to go on the drip.

These concerns kicked off Mission Bottle Basics to get Gaby to reacquire the survival skills of a baby in these modern times.

Goal: Replicating this taken-for-granted act

The best part about this difficult mission for me is that I, the Mum with the smell and the voice Gaby can identify,  have been advised by books and midwives not to be the one to deliver the bottle. Gaby would be confused as to why Mum's nehs were there but tasted like rubber.

So that has left Lionel, my Mum and Sis the arduous and ear-piercing task of getting Gaby reaccustomed to the bottle. I hear her angry screams and pleading cries while I take that time as my break. In fact, as I write this entry, my Sis is trying to bottlefeed Gaby.

We celebrate tiny achievements.

• Achievement 1a (5 days ago): Dad holding the pacifier in Gaby's mouth, and her not crying
• Achievement 1b: Gaby keeping the pacifier in her mouth herself, even if it is for just half a minute

• Acheivement 2a (yesterday): Dad getting Gaby to accept the pacifier first, and then quickly switching it over to the bottle when Gaby's caught off guard
• Achievement 2b: Gaby having the bottle teat in her mouth without crying, even if she is not sucking
• Achievement 2c: Gaby sucking clumsily at the bottle, but not swallowing the milk
• Acheivement 2d (just today): An unsuspecting sleepy Gaby finishing 15ml from the bottle fed by my Sis

Friday's dinner is four days away. Will we be able to accomplish this mission by then? Stay tuned.

Update:  We went ahead bravely for dinner and Gaby finally drank half a bottle of milk out of hungry desperation just before we returned home. However, we have not been able to replicate that miracle since.

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.