Calm amidst madness

Am finding unexpected pockets of time even with the chaos. Hopefully, some sort of a routine will be established soon. Right now, it's post-natal theraphy, people visiting and trying to get the hang of breast-feeding and cat-napping.

Post-natal theraphy: Malay madness! There is the bengkung madness (actually quite fun except when you sweat. For the uninitiated, bengkung is the Malay version of a corset). Baby is not spared - he gets bedung (swaddled) which is his least favourite thing, and a mini-corselet (forgot the name) thing, which he has no reaction to. Rehan's favourite thing: bath time. Hee hee.

So, maddest thing done: standing with knickers off over burning coal and some sort of incense...sauna Malay style. The massages are great though. Least favourite thing: pilis (herbal stuff you put on your forehead. Don't ask me what for. I don't know. Wail!). Most favourite: the stuff on my boobs. V good for swollen breasts. Ha ha. Joys of breast-feeding: it really hurts. The Hurrah squadron insists that breast-feeding doesn't hurt if done properly (hah. blame it on the mother. what a way to encourage breast-feeding). But here's a reality check - it hurts when your nipples crack, it hurts when your breasts are so full of milk and the baby won't wake up. And it's not just me...many mothers who have successfully breast-fed reassures me this is normal. So, take that sanctimonious prigs! (As you can tell, am not a big fan of people telling me to breast-feed, even though I had decided to do it. Bih.)

Errr...obsessing over breast-feeding. Meanwhile, the baby is free and clear of jaundice (hurrah! alhamdullilah) so no more check ups until Hep B jab. Little Rehan is a real warrior - having jabs and blood taken only elicts a mild 'eek' and he goes back to sleep. Heh.

A little non-sequiter: why should one not look a gift horse in the mouth? Remember the Trojan Horse?!

On a more sober note: One of my friend's father passed away recently. My condolences to her and prayers for her father. Hugs!