Life as a mother

One of the most significant changes about being a mother to a newborn baby is the lack of sleep. Or rather, limited uninterrupted sleep. Gone were the days where I can sleep straight for a good 6 hours or without anyone waking me up for milk. But I guess that's normal. My baby girl is probably the most easy going baby ever, she only wakes up one time for milk in the middle of the night. That really saves me lots of time and effort is trying to wake up to feed her milk.

As I look at my newborn baby, I can't help but think how long is it going to take to raise her till she's independent enough to do things on her own. At least, until she starts schooling, that time I'll find myself with different worries. Worrying if she's growing well or if she'll do well in school etc. Life as a mother is never easy eh. How I wish to get some free Disney World Tickets so I could bring the kids to Disney World for a day of great fun without a worry in the world. ::Wishful thinking::

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Increasing breast milk suppy

i really don't know what else works. I tried every remedy, from the papaya with pig's tail soup to the milkmaid tea, but none of the above seems to work magic on me, or may I say on my boobs. Seriously, this time throughout this confinement period, I never once experience breast engorgement. Not even once!

And as a last straw, I finally bought fenugreek supplement. Keeping my fingers crossed this time, this is going to boost my breast milk production.

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I'm turning into my mom

Yada yada. As much as one dislike it, they will eventually turn into their mom. Trust me on this. I think I'll starting to sound like my mom. In fact, I became one when I least expected it. Even now, when my 2 and a half years old son did something that displeased me, I tend to remind him how much his bad behaviour upsets me, and how he should never ever behave like that again. I remember I used to hate it so much when my mom go all naggy on me. Yes! I can't help it! I'm just like her now.

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What changed you?

You know you've grown up when your life is no longer all about you, and people start asking you questions, seeking your opinion on motherhood issue and whether it's better to get a jogging stroller or a carriage stroller. Life used to be all about me, me and me. Buying what I love, doing what I like, going where I want, without a care for the world. Being married doesn't make much difference to that either, I can split my time well between being there for my husband and yet still spend so much ME time. But having a baby changes everything, for good. A part of it is knowing that there's this little somebody that needs me so much, makes me feel good about myself, minus the pretty clothes and dangling earrings. He looks up to me as the person that I am, not judge me as a fat mom with a bad hair day. So back to strollers, a good friend of mine, a malay girl I met during my uni days at Newcastle, is now 7 months pregnant. She's expecting a baby girl, she called to ask for my opinion on strollers. Let's face it, mommy has no time to go jogging at the park, let alone with a newborn. That jogger might seems like a brilliant idea for a minute, but in reality we only use strollers in a shopping centre, and we ain't going offroad with a baby either. Just get a stroller without the carriage, without the super hi-tech suspension absorber, and of course, we don't need the tiny umbrella too, because when it rains, the baby is going nowhere. We stay home.

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