Thursday, November 5, 2009

Prayers for Little Tykes

My nephew (Tyler) whose EDD was to be late Nov will emerge and see the world tomorrow at 1130am via C-sec. My younger sister's adomen shares the same fate as mine. :P Little Tyler and little Ethan was conceived at around the same time as well. hahhaha.

Anyway, last night was a miracle (hope I will not jinx things by putting it publicly online). Ethan 'went to bed' after his last feed at 10+, 11pm and then did not emerge in my room until around 530am. He had roused once at 230am to feed again (from the bottle) and Auntie has taken that unearthly-houred shift.

He hungrily fed from 530 to almost 7am this morning, by then I had already fallen asleep countless times. haahah. Alan had had a relatively good sleep as well. Yay Praise be to God!!

Oh yah, Alan had gone to see a geomancer (who is uncannily accurate - she predicted I'd get pregnant this year and also deliver via c-sec) a couple of days back and we discovered that Little Ethan lacks the elements of water and earth in his 8 characters so hence his name was chosen:

Ethan Tan EE-Hom (sounds like wong lee hom? hehe). Chinese name will be Ethan Chen Yi Hong. Quite nice lah rite? haha. I am just glad it's not some overtly cheena pok name he will blame me for giving him for the rest of his life. hahhaa.

The little one is getting stronger and stronger and he kicks and pushes quite a fair bit. He has enough strength to lift his head to follow my voice and also to use his hands to take off his mittens. His poo has changed to a watery yellow (which the Auntie said it's 'beautiful' - I quote, "Hen Mei") - I'm glad he is peeing n pooping well. A sign of healthy feeding. One never knows how much milk he is downing when he feeds from my breast directly. *worries*

Anyway, time really flies and it's already Day 11 of his existence. Sad to say, Alan has been real busy recently and unfortunately has been spending more and more time in the office. He is also slated to fly again to Jakarta shortly. :P What terrible timing. I hope Ethan can recognise him in his later years. :P

On a lighter note, I am more confidently of handling Baby Ethan and don't fret so much nowadays. Just pray that he grows stronger and healthier and puts on more weight!

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Battle Scars

pic taken on Day 8
3 Novemeber 2009 (Tuesday)

I had an AM appt with Dr Ravi to remove my stitches and Alan accompanied me there. Both of us sat in his clinic, fighting off the sleep bug. Our panda eyes are comparable to Dr Ravi's though his is for a good cause. ;p I printed out a pic of Ethan to add to Dr's collection.

My battle scar is an approximately 15cm long thin red line running below my bikini line. It has healed rather neatly (Dr Ravi is a genius) - I had initially worried about the c-sec leaving frankenstein scars. All my worries were unfounded.

Dr Ravi also introduced us to a scar-removing gel pack which costs a hefty RM194. It's called Cica-care and supposed to reduce scarring and keloids (something I am prone to getting after a wound). We also shopped in the pharmacy for hot/ cold packs for my cow glands, and bolster swaddles for Ethan and also alcohol wipes for ET's umbilical cord.

After the stitches were removed, Alan and I sneaked into Victoria Station to grab a DECENT bite. hahaha After all the confinement food (pig trotters, pig stomach, pork ribs etc etc) I was craving for some REAL FOOD.

We each had a creamy mushroom soup and a ribeye steak ahahah. Shhhhhhhhh. Eh, my confinement lady endorsed my meal it's all OK!!

After that ,we headed to Mid Valley to change $ and then I returned home to feed my starving and irate son who had already finished up the store of expressed breast milk in the fridge. :P I was immediately placed on a guilt trip when he looked at me with big soulful eyes which seemed to ask ," Had enough fun? Where were you when I was starving?" and when Ethan heard my voice, he burst out into wails again. boooooohoooooooo.

4 November 2009 (Wednesday)

Ethan is 10 Days Old today. Amazing how time flies. (Actually, more accurately, time flies in the day when he is angelic and crawls at night when he is a cry baby.) haha.

Last night, Alan and I had a really good sleep, however. I had expressed some milk and stored it and because of a bad back, I told the confinement lady to feed him the milk when he woke up in the wee hours. As a result, the poor fella did not disturb Daddy and Mummy at all from 11pm - 330am! Wow.

I didnt sleep all that good though, and had dreams that I was breastfeeding and when I woke up, I found myself 'breastfeeding' my bolster. OMG. The stuff that lingers in the sub-conscious mind....

Ethan also REFUSED to feed at 330am, duly pissed with his mother for not giving him enough attention (AND MILK!) and took revenge by pooping twice and wailing loudly. I had to carry him and sat , away from Alan, on the OSIM chair and both of us fell into a deep sleep there. hahaha. An hour later, I brought him back to our bed where he slept till 8am on a growling stomach! This fella got CHARACTER ah! :P