Having a baby is no easy feat. As much as I would like to rest, hearing my baby cry sorta jolts me up from my sleep. Worst still, paranoid me has been hearing my baby cry but only to find him sleeping like a pig. (Woes of a paranoid mother).
Was very upset when my milk supply went down. I think I was overly concerned about the CL's hygiene and overly upset myself. Worst still, she wasn't very helpful with her comments about my milk supply. Broke down, cried and cried like someone has just broken up with me.
However, with some good solid 3-4 hr sleep, my supply went back to normal. I guess I'm just not producing enough milk for my son with the monstrous appetite. After all as Q said, he's a premmie and has some catching up to do.
The pregnancy app is still sending me notifications that "Your baby is 37 weeks today!". Haha, hello application, you're outdated. He's already 21 days old! :)
I know I know, this blog is not gonna be ALL about my fishball. (After all it's named littlekicksnbutterflies).
I hope I still can squeeze in some drinking sessions and date session posts in future :)
Really can't wait for confinement/punishment to end and to get some breather outside. At least it keeps me sane.
here's some pics of our boy. fishball enough?
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