Before Breastfeeding Month ends, l just want to share my breastfeeding journey – how normally difficult it was, how big a challenge it has been despite how prepared (I thought) l was, and how totally worth it it has been so far.
I work for Nestle. You would think that coming from the biggest (and best ever, woot!) milk company, I’d have developed a preference for formula, but it is just the opposite.
Since Day 1 (more than 4 years ago) the company has never been clearer on anything else – Breastmilk is best for babies up to 2 years and beyond, and no formula can compare or even come close. Formula is only there for when mom cannot, for one reason or another, breastfeed. And while I’ll bet my arm & leg to vouch for the quality of Nestle products, moms must always consult with their pedia for what’s best for their babies.
Not to say l don’t have a few cans of NAN on our shelf for contingency and about a gazillion different milk bottles, but that’s just the OC mom in me.
Your daddy said it right – It’s like leaving the house with a boiling kettle on the stove still.
Today I left the house on my own for my overdue check-up with my OB, and I left you behind with your daddy and several bottles of breastmilk. And all I could think of is your chubby face and how warm your body felt like against mine just a while ago when I nursed you, and I dearly hoped you don’t feel my absence as acutely as I do yours. I also hoped you wouldn’t give your daddy too much of a hard time.
So this is how it feels like to have your heart outside your body And I feel vulnerable knowing that from here on I will always feel this way.
I love you little piglet,
This is the stuff nightmares are made of. Imagine a newborn’s finger, smaller than the circumference of half a pencil, and the fingernail on it just about a tenth of a 25 centavo coin, nestled on soft pink baby flesh. The mere thought of holding nail clippers close to his hands make me cringe, but the task is long overdue.
Babies start growing fingernails while they’re still inside the tummy. By the time they come out their nails are already long and albeit soft, can already scratch their face pretty bad. By their third week (aka now) They’re already dangerously sharp and can be felt even through their mittens. Well, technically it shouldn’t have come to this point, but l summoned the courage to clip Oreo’s fingernails only today (oopsie).
Oreo has this go-to-hell-world-I’m-sleeping mode every afternoon – whatever we do, be it offer a nipple, shake him or tickle his toes, he’d keep his eyes decidedly shut. Well, l thought I’d clip his nails while he’s in deep sleep – sounds like a good idea.no? l just ended up finding out exactly how to rouse him from his nap – he cried violently every time l touched the nail clippers on his fingertips.
Eventually, after putting him to sleep for the third time, l tried clipping his nails right after sleeping -when he’s still dozing off and curled up against my tummy. And it was a success! After a very tense few minutes all fingernails were clipped, plus his big toenails to boot. They’re still rough-ish though, but afternoon of on-and-off sleep & crying, no way in hell will l start filing his nails now.
Maybe, I’ll get his Daddy to do it, tehe.