When I first met him and laid eyes on him, he was just a tiny, little, wobbly lump of flesh and soft bones called "Baby" who did nothing much of anything but cry, eat, sleep and poop – and not necessarily in that order – morning, noon and night.
Fast forward 2 months down the road, and sure, there's still a significant amount of crying, eating, sleeping and pooping. But this baby has also grown to be an opinionated little man with a mind of his own, a strong will and a truckload of wants. Who at the same time, is still so very vulnerable, helpless and dependent in every way imaginable.
Because of that, day in and day out, I am given the honour of playing the saviour; his ultimate hero. Sweeping in like a knight in shining armor, each and every time, at every whimper or cry, to fulfill his every need, want and desire. A part of me is throughly fatigued from having to live my life in total servitude to another... but the bigger part of me knows that this – all of this – is temporary.
In contrary to what you may think, no matter how tired I feel right now, I no longer find joy in the knowledge that this will all be over soon. For I know, I know, I know that this is only but a fleeting moment in time when this tiny little being that demands so much of me, that I love with all my heart, still needs me, wants me, adores me and finds comfort in me... like he probably never will again. ='( At least not to this degree – of that I'm sure.
So... I treasure these quiet one-to-one moments that the two of us share in the dead of the night, as his Papa lies sleeping beside us. I smile a sad smile only the darkness can see, hold my sweet, sleeping baby boy closer to my bosom, bury my nose into his head full of hair and take in his oh-so-familiar baby smell I know so well. A queer scent unique to him that I pray I never will forget.
And then, for 45 precious minutes, I relish the feeling and find contentment in holding his limp, relaxed, semi-sleeping body in my arms and bask in the knowledge that from now until forever, I am giving him something no other human being – not his father, not his grandparents, not his friends, not even his future wife – will ever be able to offer him.
Then I pray and thank God that even when my son eventually does grow out of this needy, clingy, need-me-so somewhere-in-between age and becomes my not-so-little baby of 2 feet tall who runs around and drives me crazy with his new-found "independence", I will always have sweet memories like these to hold on to, look back on with great fondness and shed a happy-nostalgic tear at. =')
Did you guys (without kids) know that baby diapers are like, the cutest things ever?? They all come with pretty designs and cute patterns! I buy MamyPoko for my son so all his diapers come in adorable Winnie The Pooh designs. Haha.
MamyPoko, Size S designs.
MamyPoko, Size M designs.
I changed him from S to M earlier this week after he exploded out of his diapers more times than I'd like to clean (-_-''') so I could compare the two. I just wished I thought of doing this earlier and bothered to take pictures of MamyPoko, Newborn Size during my confinement. Size M designs are waaay nicer than Size S designs, IMHO. But I can't for the life of me remember what the Newborn designs were like already. Haha. Oh, but the cutest part is this:
Here are some things I learned about "doing confinement right" from my very knowledgeable and very experienced confinement lady. Cos, hey. If you're going to do it at all, you might as well do it right. Right? Right. So... here we go!
1. NEVER EVER drink standing up. The water will go straight from your mouth, through your body, right down to your pee-pee and you'll end up with incontinence in the future.
2. NEVER EVER drink water; especially if it's not boiled. You'll end up bloated and fat around the tummy. And it will be PERMANENT.
3. NEVER EVER touch un-boiled water. The air that's trapped in the water will enter your body through your pores and you'll end up with aches and pains all over.
4. NEVER EVER cry. You'll go blind. @_@
5. NEVER EVER go outdoors at night. The cool night air and the moisture in it will enter your body.
6. NEVER EVER get caught in the rain; not even a drizzle! If rain water so much as touches your skin, you'll get leprosy. @_@ Drama sial.
7. NEVER EVER fall sick or catch the flu. Your immunity will be shot and you'll always fall sick from then on.
8. NEVER EVER feel hungry. 6 meals a day is ideal. Have breakfast, morning tea, lunch, afternoon tea, dinner and supper. Go hungry at any time and wind will enter your system.
9. ALWAYS eat fresh food. Any food left overnight is considered "bad" already. Even if it's just uncooked meats left frozen or refrigerated, only to be cooked the next day. Fresh is best!
10. ALWAYS lie down whenever possible. Even sitting up in bed is not advisable. You'll end up with backaches in the long run.
11. ALWAYS keep your socks on. Your feet absorbs the coolness of the environment through the ground. So even if you've got parquet flooring at home, make sure your toes are bundled up nice and good. Make doubly sure to do so if you've got marble or tile flooring.
12. THE FIRST 10 DAYS are the most important. Even if you hate eating ginger or can't stand your hair not being washed, just make sure you keep it up for at least the first 10 days. Then you can semi slack off the rest of the month (read: 4 weeks / 30 days) and just do the basics. Haha. If you're diligent and super kiasi, you can then continue to "be good" till 40 days are up. I.e. no cold drinks, no cold showers, no walking around with shorts, no wet hair, etc...
It's only been 2 months and 3 weeks after I delivered my baby boy and I'm already just a mere 0.4kgs above my pre-pregnancy weight. Not. Good. I was 58.9kgs at delivery. That means I've lost 13kgs already!! -_-''' Think my weight loss is going way too well and I'm losing the pounds much too rapidly cos I'm exclusively breast feeding. Gotta really try to eat and pig out more now. :-/
Happy Chinese New Year, guys! I know I'm late (as seems to be the case on Tinki Talks ever since my son made his appearance :-/) cos it's Chor 6 already but... seriously; who cares?? CNY lasts 15 days after all. Ahh, such mercy the Chinese have on new mothers who blog. HARHAR. =p
And Valentine's Day?
Urm... whazzat?? -_-'''
Anyway, I hope you guys have been having a good time with family, friends and loved ones, near and far. As for me? It was a busy week of packing and unpacking for travels and visitations with a 12-week-old, with lots of money going out and a wee bit coming in. (BIG TIME YAY FOR THE LATTER!! Woo hoo! =D =D =D)
Thankfully, right now, at this very moment, I'm finally back in my home in KL; The Husband's lounging on the sofa with his iPad barely 6 feet from where I'm sitting; the baby's sound asleep in our bedroom after his 'goodnight' feed; I have my MBP up and running again after being in hibernation for over a week... and I can honestly say that I... am happy. =)
If this is life for me from this day forth, I really have no complaints. But as can only be expected with a new baby, it's not always this serene, this peaceful or this quiet. Haha. Having said that, I'm looking forward to settling down in KL once again and getting my life back in order, with the baby in tow. Hopefully once that happens, you'll see me here again more often. =) Till then, XOXO! Mwah!