Confinement period post delivery is not going out for a month with restricted diet and bath rituals. The staying at home part is probably not much difference from isolation from lockdowns.

I am home with the confinement nanny and my mum visits everyday playing a supervisor role. Sure, it is the time to rest and have people fuss over you. I am not used to all these. Barely a week and I am going crazy.

Since I am on blood thinning medication, I was advised not to take any herbal products by the Doctors. It’s not like I need confinement meals. Not even red date tea. The priority is on baby.

My mum is an advocate of hiring a confinement nanny post delivery. This profession is god sent I must say. Having an experienced person to take care of my baby is the best thing ever. He can eat and sleep well and grow bigger! I will most likely have post natal depression if I can’t rest and have to wake up every two to three hours for feeding. Hopefully I will be in a better shape and mental state after the nanny leaves.

Baby was kept in hospital until he reaches gestational 35 weeks before the paediatrics gave the green light for him to go home. Being a preemie and losing water post delivery, he only weigh 2kg when he was discharged from the hospital.

We activated a nanny upon his discharge on 28 Mar via the agency (PEM) we booked last year. In four days, he gained 380g and he measures 46cm. Please continue to finish your milk my little one!

Now that baby is home and the maternal instinct is kicking in, plus updates from different mummies in the chat groups I am in, the pressure is breast feeding. I have yet to offer my boob to my little one. My nipples hurt from all the pumping and I am barely producing enough.

I am working hard to produce breast milk. Some mummies’ milk flow like waterfall but mine is pathetic. I may envy but I am not stressing over production. Better to give formula milk than let my child starve. After all, I went through so much just to have this child.

Taking breast feeding one pump at a time.

Taking confinement one day at a time.

Taking motherhood one step at a time.

Three more weeks of confinement to go. Wish me luck!