Saturday, June 27, 2009

Day 11 - End of breastfeeding

After 11 days of pain and gallons of chives tea, I think I am almost there, the end of my breastfeeding days. It has been more than 24 hours since my last pump! A major feat for someone who used to turn into a grouchy monster after a 4 hours lapse.
Woohoo to no more engorgement, whoohoo...to more freedom, whooohoo.....to no more lugging pumps and milk bottles everywhere I go, bye bye to ugly nursing bras!!!

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Happy Father's Day

J got Mama as his "assistant" and made Papa a father's day card! Both grandpas got their cards too.

24th June

J & I had the whole of Wed to ourselves. Grandma & Grandpa were away on a holiday, so I decided to have some quality time with J. To ensure Papa was not left out, we took some pictures to document the day.

Fresh out of bed.
Feeding himself breakfast.
and sharing it with his favourite bear.
Playing with my pots and pans when I was doing the dishes. He "made" a pot of soup (stiring and blowing) and "served" me some too.
Coffee (my empty mug of cos) after dinner.

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Weaning of BM - Day 4

I am an easily replaceable cow. J has been successfully weaned off BM since day 1. Ever since Grandma succeeded on Wed, the little one has not much issue with the change of milk. Darn...i didn't know I am so replaceable, feeling abit wounded, esp when Wx said so....hahaha..but of cos I am so glad we have it so easy with J. I have heard of so many horror stories about weaning that has indirectly made me hesitant in stopping breastfeeding.

So anyway, J's not the one walking around with a sulking face that there's no more milk milk from Mama. Rather, I am the one suffering from withdrawal symptoms. This cold turkey method is really tough, from latching on twice a day to zero within one day, it has made me feel alittle lost. Like I didn't know what to do with the existing milk supply, and then of cos my desire to feed him ONE LAST TIME.

When I first decided on weaning J, I wasn't thinking of the cold turkey way. I was thinking mixing a little here and there until the supply dries up. But Wx and my MIL want it the hard way and insist if I really want to stop, it has to be here and now. So I've been mopping around, grouchy too cos of engorgement. It's like bringing 2 stones with you wherever you go. Argh............................................................and u know what? Now that i have the freedom to drink coffee as much as I want, the urge is simply not there. Sigh........

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Weaning off BM - Day 1 Part 2

9pm: Fuss a little when I tried to give him the bottle. Wx took over, gave J a story book and the little fellow settled down and finished every single drop.

Weaning off BM - Day 1

J officially turns 18 mths yesterday. I'm proud to say he has been totally breastfed all these time, not a single drop of formula milk (unless the nurses cheated and gave him some when he was in the hospital). It has been a long journey, taxing, frustrating at times, esp the beginning and very demanding, especially when I was travelling, but it has been truly fruitful. Aside from the health benefits and nutritious value, it has helped me bond with my little one. It means a lot to me, since I don't get to spend alot of time with him, being a FTWM.
But I can't breastfeed him forever, and I have been thinking when to stop for the longest time.
My initial target was to BF for 6mths. 6mths came and I was like "hmm...maybe another 6mths" So another 6mths came, and I was like "Ah...maybe another 6mth". At the rate I was going, it will be never ending, but i don't want to gross out people when I said "Oh J's still on BM when he's like 10 right" so I decided 18 mths it will be. 18mths of goodness, I think it's enough. We are planning to enrol J in a playschool soon, so it will be good to get him comfortable with formula milk/fresh milk before he starts and also with our holiday coming up, I think it's now or never. I want to travel without lugging pumps and milk bottles for a change, drink coffee as much as I want, at any time of day and drink my wine without timing myself.

So this morning, I took out the tin of formula milk I bought, I was a bit clueless since the last time I prepared milk was say...15 years ago for my niece and I probably did that only twice. But honestly, i think it was mainly the reluctance to stop breastfeeding which made me paused and hesitated in reaching for the bottle. It has after all been 18 months, for all my whining about no coffee, no freedom, I am very attached to this breastfeeding biz. It has already become a large part of my life. So u may be thinking, why stop? Continue till he's 2 then, well, pls read above..it will be never ending and if we really want to have a no. 2. I really will like to have some time to rest before we embark of Project No. 2. BUT.........don't get too excited yet, this doesn't mean we are in stage 1 of Project No. 2, the management is still in discussion.

So anyway, J's progess on weaning off BM:

Morning: Failed. Took 1 sip and started showing me his "preference" ie. brawling like mad, hitting me in the chest.. Gave up and BF him in the end.
Decided I will pass this "chore" to my MIL instead. Maybe without the cow (ahem, me) around, he'll be less selective.

4pm: Drank all! Yay!!!

9pm: We'll see how I fare tonight.

A day at the beach...not...

J had a date with Kayden last Sat to play at the beach. Armed with spades, buckets and even a watering can, both kiddos were ready to spend some serious time building sandcastles with the daddies but......5mins (or was it less) into the play, thunders, lightnings and strong winds had all of us running back to the car. Sigh....it has always been like this. Whenever we plan some outdoor activities with J, something is bound to happen to thwart our plans. So with the rain, we went to T3 for dinner instead. Lots of space for the kids to run around. It only hit me that it was not the most ideal place to go after we got there, what with the HINI thing going on.

Anyway, here r some pics, which i stole from Kayden's daddy. Forgot to bring my own camera...more pics of the kids can be seen on Mervyn's blog







Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Learning my ABC

J's picking up alphabets these days.
It sort of slipped our mind to teach him ABCs until a few short weeks ago...I have no idea why, but I think it's mainly because he was on the GD method. GD advocates not to teach abc and numbers until dunno when...I just can't remember which means it's rather obvious we have stopped practising the GD way with J.
Anyway, unlike most kids, J didn't start with A for apple, B for boy....his 1st alpha is F.
He'll go "F ah!" and he does this everywhere he goes in his totally loud voice. It's rather cute, truth be told, but it can get embarrassing at times cos .........when he gets excited he goes "F ah!", when he's happy he goes "F ah!", when he sees mummy/daddy coming he also goes "F ah!", basically his Fs are everywhere....if your mind's pure and totally intainted, you may not catch the joke. So funny or not? ;-)