My diet lately consists of foods which are designated to keep the body warm. As a result, I sweat like a pig (does pigs sweat a lot?) and constantly feel hot and air conditioner are not allowed. I am only allowed ceiling fan at the pathetic speed of 3. sigh…
The wonders of confinement. Practically I feel so cooped up at home, I cant wait for it to be over. Another 2 weeks to go but it felt damn long. And my skin is too sensitive I started to develop heat rash. Baby Ian has them too. Guess we are both more alike than I would like to think.
A friend was surprised when I told him I ate one whole chicken everyday, spread over 4 meals. Besides that, sometimes I have 1 small white pomfret thrown in, and with vegetables as side dishes. Either broccoli, “kai lan” or “kacang buncis”. Most of it is cooked with sesame oil, and ginger. (That explains the intense sweating over long period of time). And I am only allowed milo, glucose or red dates drink. And it must be drank when it’s warm.
The worse part of confinement is, I am not allowed to bathe. Initially I plan to take a bath after 2 weeks, but ever since I got admitted to the hospital on the first week with no nutritious food, both hubby and mum decided that I had better skip that privilege, and I myself reluctantly agreed with their decision. Because I still feel tremendously tired at times, and if I sit too long, my waist gets uncomfortable.
Oh, aside from all of these, I need to pump every 3hours, which makes it even harder to rest. Especially at night, I will now automatically wake up at nearly 3am and 6am to pump. And yes, it’s painful at times. And I can’t sleep in long stretches because it is too hot, and I tend to sweat until I need to wake up to change my pyjamas.
Another necessity which I dreaded would be to pass motion. Because of my diet, my stools are hard (pardon the details) so each toilet visit is literally a pain in the ass. What with the fear of breaking the stitches. I wanted to take the stool softener meds, but hubby was against it. Dang!!

The most wonderful thing about confinement is, the baby. I can watch him sleep and not feel bored. Ian has lotsa expressions even when he is sleeping, and for a 2 weeks old baby, he has quite strong muscles.
Oh ya, did I mention sometimes he drives all of us nuts? Because he doesn’t cry, he bawls. Always at the top of his lungs. Initially hubby and I were against getting him a pacifier, but finally we relented after most of his crying sessions ended with his voice getting hoarse. Breaks my heart to hear it. I have a feeling this little moo moo guy is going to be King of the house in the coming era.