Nursing: Nine Months & Counting

Omigosh!! I have breastfed Maddy for 9 whole months!! When we first started, I wasn’t sure if I would make it to 3 months, then 6 months seemed so far away. But now it has been 9 months and 1 week!

Will we be able to make it to 1 year? Absolutely yes! And beyond, perhaps?

Madelyn: Spotted!

Madelyn turned 7 months and got chicken pox!

Although spotted all over her body, she was still as happy and squealy and giggly as usual. Ah… my strong little girl hardly ever fussed throughout the 3 days that the pox was at its worst. I suppose now we do not have to worry about her getting it when she is older and she does not need the vaccination too!

Feeding Madelyn

Just an update on how we are getting along with the breastfeeding… At five weeks I think my milk supply has more or less been established (for Madelyn to latch directly anyway) and Maddy is feeding well. Based on how many wet and soiled diapers she is churning out I am pretty sure she is well-fed. Once she latches on and starts sucking, I have to remember not to unlatch her too soon as my milk sprays out – I have on more than a few occasions sprayed her face with milk :/

So we have gotten feeding under control. I have gotten lazy to pump but at the rate that she drinks I don’t think I need to worry about supply.

Which brings us to my next issue… Maddy now seems to crave for my boob and she cries a lot when being held by someone else. Sometimes she will stop after a lot of rocking and soothing but most of the time I have to take her, hold her and suckle her before she will quieten down. This happens almost everytime she cries. Hmmm .. I am in trouble, aren’t I?

Waiting…

Tra la la la….la la la…..

Home Sweet Home #1: The Garden – Before

Our home is a semi-detatched with some land by the side, front and mostly at the back. I decided to separate part of the back lawn so the dogs can run free. At the same time, we can come and go through the front gate without having to worry about the furries rushing out onto the streets.

This was what the garden looked likeĀ  – perhaps about 18 months ago when I started working on it.

Front yard outside main door

Front yard outside main door

Side yard. Wooden fence separates the dogs at the back :)

Side yard. Wooden fence separates the dogs at the back :)

Trying to be Normal

Hubby left for offshore again. I am sad, but I suppose I have to be strong and move on. This is just so much harder when I have to deal with it alone. Sigh…

Moving On

Hubby has to go back offshore tomorrow, after which I will be home alone again. Of course I am wishing he doesn’t have to but that is his job and I cannot change the fact that he has to go out anyway. If not tomorrow, it will be a week from now or two weeks.
The thought of being alone with my thoughts again doesn’t exactly appeal to me, specially when it will be a long weekend this coming Friday. I have three days off work again, at home. Myself. But I’ll have to move on with my life somehow. Even though the only thing I would like to do now is nothing. I do not have the drive to do anything at all lately. I do not even bother with the dogs, just the bare minimum of feeding and making sure they’re alright. It is THAT bad.

Doc said we can only start trying after 3 months, to let my uterus lining build up again, and give a chance for my menstrual cycle to stabilize itself. That is fine by me. At this moment, trying and sex are the last things on my mind. I am not even sure how I’ll get all those old feelings back. I hope this will go away soon. I need to move on. I really do.

After Shocks

It is today exactly a week since the day we lost the baby. There are no obvious physical effects except the slight residual spotting from the after effects of the D&C. Emotionally, I am still quietly grieving. I do try to maintain a cheery outlook among friends. But deep inside I am still feeling the loss, specially when most of my closest friends with me over the weekend had their babies with them.

I am particularly clingy to hubby these days, not so much as demanding attention, but just always wanting to be near him, for comfort. Even if it is just having him by my side or him holding my hand. Maybe it is because he is the only person who truly knows how I am feeling and hurting inside. And I just need to have that understanding now, even when it is just a quiet look in his eyes and a smile of encouragement for me.

Still Spotting

Despite my best efforts to remain as rested as possible at home, I am still spotting on and off. I know staying still will not help this…

I am scared. I am really really really scared.

Are you sure that is a positive line? I mean… maybe it is an optical illusion???

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