It slowly dawned upon me that those information I learnt at parentcraft lessons could not be remembered and only hands-on experience could reinforce what we learnt.
Haven't we learnt that its better we do than we see than we read?
Right after the delivery I had to wait for my room in the ward.
The after-effects of the epidural made me nauseous and I could not eat anything although I had not eaten for nearly 24 hours.
My baby girl was so cute and cheeky. I had to keep remembering that she was also very soft. Her neck especially needed to be supported when we carry her. She was always swaddled up nicely when brought to me. The nurses would carry the baby to me for breastfeeding. I had always wanted to breastfeed my baby as this is the best gift for her. But it was not as easy as I had thought. No doubt there would only be colostrum at this point for her and not actual milk flow. And baby's gums are so OUCH - hard. It seemed like they have teeth too. My nipples could not withstand the initial trauma of baby's frequent suckling. And frequent means every 1 and a half to 2 hours. After fumbling with breastfeeding her, she still seemed unsatisfied and kicked away her swaddling blanket. I never remembered how to swaddle her properly from my previous lessons and only learnt this properly from my confinement lady when i went home. I also applied lots of lanolin to my nipples but they still cracked from over-use.
It was lots of soup for every meal. 2 small pots of double-boiled soup. Lots of fluid is good to increase breast milk production.
My baby started passing black poos called meconium. My hubby and I did not know how to clean her or to wrap with diapers.
My hubby and I attended lessons in the ward for first time parents - how to breastfeed and how to bathe babies. My girl was the model for the bathing session and we recorded down those precious moments
The frequent feedings and constant crying of the baby after feeding meant that I did not really sleep long each time.
It gets worse after I was discharged from hospital.
Haven't we learnt that its better we do than we see than we read?
Right after the delivery I had to wait for my room in the ward.
The after-effects of the epidural made me nauseous and I could not eat anything although I had not eaten for nearly 24 hours.
My baby girl was so cute and cheeky. I had to keep remembering that she was also very soft. Her neck especially needed to be supported when we carry her. She was always swaddled up nicely when brought to me. The nurses would carry the baby to me for breastfeeding. I had always wanted to breastfeed my baby as this is the best gift for her. But it was not as easy as I had thought. No doubt there would only be colostrum at this point for her and not actual milk flow. And baby's gums are so OUCH - hard. It seemed like they have teeth too. My nipples could not withstand the initial trauma of baby's frequent suckling. And frequent means every 1 and a half to 2 hours. After fumbling with breastfeeding her, she still seemed unsatisfied and kicked away her swaddling blanket. I never remembered how to swaddle her properly from my previous lessons and only learnt this properly from my confinement lady when i went home. I also applied lots of lanolin to my nipples but they still cracked from over-use.
It was lots of soup for every meal. 2 small pots of double-boiled soup. Lots of fluid is good to increase breast milk production.
My baby started passing black poos called meconium. My hubby and I did not know how to clean her or to wrap with diapers.
My hubby and I attended lessons in the ward for first time parents - how to breastfeed and how to bathe babies. My girl was the model for the bathing session and we recorded down those precious moments
The frequent feedings and constant crying of the baby after feeding meant that I did not really sleep long each time.
It gets worse after I was discharged from hospital.
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