Someone once said, "Days full of hard work and nights full of sleep what more can a man ask for?" I don't know about a man but as a woman I surely wish for days as well as nights full of sleep. There was a time when I snored my way to glory whenever I wanted to and now is a time where I sleep listening to my 70 day old baby snore her way to drool heaven or whatever that is called.
Life was never simple but it was not this complicated either. For instance a simple task of eating food stretches from ten to sixty minutes. It helps you in a way from not gaining those extra pounds. But then your taste buds die of starvation and stomach throws a fit. Simple pleasures feel like luxury.
There was a time when commode was my precious throne that I for one cherished and now its just a means of passing crap out of my body. The day my princess was born I held her in my arms and I knew I was the happiest mother in all of the universe and just when I was in the moment my princess howled so loud that I wondered if she was possessed. Thank heaven for all she wanted according to the nurse was milk and I was asked to offer her highness my swollen breasts. Every time I tried to give her my awkwardly shaped nipple she would bite so hard that I would wish I could slap her hard but then that 21 inch being looked so frail that love overcame annoyance. Every nurse had a different idea and apparently none worked. The so called lactation expert with five kids needs a good whup on her ass for not understanding that Asian women do not have flaps of breast lying under their bra. We are not heavy breasted and need help pushing in whatever little teats we have got inside the mouths of our little ones. Apparently as I guessed help came from our 65 year old Indian pediatrician who knew just what the issue was and from then on there was no looking back.
Of all the experiences what bothered me most was my episiotomy and my mother (who is all Old school)!!!.
First episiotomy--- Episiotomy means that your bottoms sore and you have trouble sitting. I had the option of feeding her when lying down but I was against it since my daughter was a feisty gulper who always choked on her own bile. Come to milk and we are talking about WWII. On top of that I had my mother chiming on and off,"Oh why is she crying maybe you do not have enough milk or not feeding her enough." This was told by her inspite of witnessing her grand daughter ravenously feeding off of me like every fifteen minutes!!! A small confrontation with the doctor eventually shut my mother up. Well that is what I guess is called GEN GAP!
First episiotomy--- Episiotomy means that your bottoms sore and you have trouble sitting. I had the option of feeding her when lying down but I was against it since my daughter was a feisty gulper who always choked on her own bile. Come to milk and we are talking about WWII. On top of that I had my mother chiming on and off,"Oh why is she crying maybe you do not have enough milk or not feeding her enough." This was told by her inspite of witnessing her grand daughter ravenously feeding off of me like every fifteen minutes!!! A small confrontation with the doctor eventually shut my mother up. Well that is what I guess is called GEN GAP!
With great difficulty as I mentioned I beat my episiotomy. The best thing I did was to sit in a bath tub filled with warm water and potassium permanganate or whatever it is called. It did two things disinfected my wound and got rid of the puss there by helping it heal better. But if there is one thing I would want to delete from my experience then it would be the episiotomy.
Eventually my wound healed and I regained my lost energy. Feeding got a lot better. But baby started to improve her learning skills and with that came the charade of poop, pee, and bile. Not that it was not present earlier it is just that other than poop everything consistently increased. The biggest enemy turned out to be GAS. My daughter has constipation and gas issues. A lot of people suggested the use of gripe water which for a long time I pondered over until my doctor gave me the green signal saying give her gripe water that is alcohol free. Hearing this my happiness knew no bounds I got her "Mommy's Bliss Gripe Water" and believe it or not it works like magic. One has no idea how much it pleases a mother to hear her baby fart or poop. Another good supplement is Mylicone or so (not sure how it is spelled) but this my friend is a mother's life saver. It creates instant bowel movement and helps the baby digest food better.
Courtesy these magic potions the clingy colicy evenings have changed from worse, bad to better. So has her sleep schedule. I am one of the few lucky mother's whose baby sleeps through the night. I do not know how long will I be blessed but as long as it goes on I am good. One thing that I have learned from my experience is that when you are a new mother you ought to take each day the way it comes. The best thing to do is sleep when the baby sleeps or else you will be exhausted.
Looking back I do realize that my life has changed a full 360 degree but the change is worth all the extra effort.There are times when I cry of frustration and sometimes I want to run away from my baby for a few moments. But at the end of the day when the tide has settled and the sea is calm I see my baby's smiling face, the coos and caah's and I want to do all that I did all over again.
Maybe that's why people who have nineteen kids don't mind having more and are still counting. I have to confess having babies can be addictive and this one addiction I must confess, "I am loving it!"
Maybe that's why people who have nineteen kids don't mind having more and are still counting. I have to confess having babies can be addictive and this one addiction I must confess, "I am loving it!"
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