putri aira is her name. her dad has been calling and talking to her since she was still in my womb, despite not knowing it’s going to be a girl or a boy. alhamdulillah… the name fits..
my 1st week of confinement memang mencabar tahap kesabaran.. i was not able to breastfeed coz no production of milk.. aira was crying out loud especially in the evening and what most depressing was watching her having her first cold and fever. dah la having a hard time breathing, during feeding pun susah nak breathe. just imagine at the age of 8 days, she was on prescription. lagi menyedihkan bila my MIL suruh letak kunyit kat her nose so that the cold cepat hilang.. dah kuning hidung anak i…
few days after discharged from the medical centre, the home care nurses came to check on the baby and myself. they recommended this one good makcik for berurut. just imagine dah lama tak berurut, menjerit2 la i especially bila dia urut nak bagi keluar susu.. aduhaiii but of course not that loud la coz my mentua ada kat rumah. malu je.. after my ‘3-day berurut’, i felt so much better and i was able to breastfeed full time. it was and is a joy of every moment until a month and half, i had to express milk and begin to feed her through bottle coz my maternity leave had come to the end. very sedih ye… another saddest moment when she totally refused the bottle feeding. she kept on crying and took her a week to accept the ‘differentness’. i was so worried.. how am i going to deal with this when i return to work.. so we end up buying several types of teats available from small to big, from cheap to expensive.. now we have almost 10 kinds of teats ye. at last, the only teat she loves was the one her dad bought. memang anak manja tul lah. since then, whenever her bottle feeding time, her dad will take over. i’m so happy… she sleeps easily in her dad’s arms coz he lullaby very melodius.. dengan mak nyer sekali yang tidur… and am one lucky mum too coz aira even sleep through the night, 10pm to 6am…
good girl….
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