post-operation #ak

Yes, three months have passed and once again, the dusty cobwebs on this blog have to be wiped off.

In my defense, having a newborn, family duties and a thesis to finish was no joke. Even if there was some free time, chances are my eyelids were drooping shut or I may have been snoring and drooling away in exhaustion. I even stumbled out of bed (and hit the floor ever so gracefully) a few times, which goes to show how amazing my hand-eye coordination was. Not.

So, after the birth began the recovery process.

Right after the epidural effects wore off, I think I learned a new description of pain. Aside from family members, I did not really want visitors to come on the day itself since they would be greeted by a very grumpy new mother and possibly a pee bag (How would such an impression leave your mind?). I was given a shot of painkiller to the leg and was told it would take 30 minutes for the relief to kick in and to fall asleep. There I was slowly drifting into a drug-infused haze of relief when the door opens and a well-meaning family friend came in. I felt so bad and decided to chatter away but afterwards, the pain was still ringing on.

The next day, my tough cookie of a doctor comes in and says ”We are taking you off painkillers! It will hurt but press on, try to walk”. Again, I thought he was bat s**t crazy having a lot of faith in me, but decided to just try. The thing is, there is a certain amount of crazy pain you WILL feel but the sooner you try to walk (within your own limits), the better you will feel. It was agonizing taking steps, but  I was glad that I did afterwards. No pain, no gain sistahs!

AK had a bit of jaundice, which is normal, so we got held at the hospital for one or two more days before we were released. It happens because when babies are first born, it takes some time for their liver to work properly (so they may look a bit extra yellow) The nurses were so sweet honestly. I kept bugging them asking about AK while she was in her photo-therapy machine at the nursery and each time responded with a patient yet deadpan “She is still inside, we will wheel her there when she’s done”. Think if I kept it up, I would have gotten garlic chunks thrown at me.

It was lovely bringing her home! Mr Grumpy had been reading up on infants and decided to strip her cot clean. I tried explaining that the toy giraffe at the end of the cot was not really a risk yet he shared his thoughts..’What if she suffocates?? No chance!” It felt so good to be home and I had a super nice confinement lady!

Hellooo massages and some pampering!

After giving birth, it felt good to give that much attention to the body and I’ve read and heard that the confinement is good for both mother and baby. Firstly, because mummy is being taken care of the onset of baby blues is not so bad and baby gets to bond with mummy. When it comes to the confinement process, there are differences in view as to what you should do or should not do, be it diet/lifestyle/oils and whatnot. In that sense, I was not really so traditional about it and the confinement lady (Cik Ayie) helped provide what was tailored for my needs yet was firm and knowledgeable in explaining the things that I would need to adhere to. (she knew I would not do the unnecessary frills haha!)

Here is her blog link! http://ayieastati3.blogspot.com/

You can literally google ”Cik Ayie Urut” and she pops up. She also can help bathe babies (for mothers who worry about it, like I did) and teach you how to do it. I really enjoyed confinement as a result, so really don’t skive if you need taking care of. It may seem like it’s not needed, but in the long run, it definitely helps.