Pre-natal woes...
I soaked myself in the forum again. My stubborn decision of not hiring a confinement lady is making me panic as I gradually see the importance of having one.
It's not about the confinement food that I am concern. I am pretty easy with it. Sometimes, I am thinking I am probably the easiest person in the world when it comes to food! I am more concerned about handling of the newborn baby, and worried that different opinions would tear me and my MIL apart. I am so afraid that I would rant all my hormone-changing emotions to my MIL. I fear there will not be quiet days and nights with my Hubby!
A confinement lady would be of great help to handle a baby better in the sense of pacifying, showering, and understanding the baby, given their many experiences. Not only that, they definitely will have better knowledge in breastfeeding than a first time mum-to-be and MIL.... Breastfeeding can be so demoralizing at times. Even if I am upset, I would throw tantrum to someone I am not related to, someone who I will stay with for only 28 days!
Anyway, it is a little too late to talk about having a confinement lady now. I started clicking in singaporemotherhood every night, learning from others' experiences. The more I read, the more I realised, stressing over every minor things will not help. Perhaps, I should just keep an open mind, especially when it comes to communicating with my MIL and breastfeeding. Ultimately, we all care for the baby and meant well. Most importantly, baby is healthy. My well-being plays a very important part too. Definitely, the role of my husband also which I do not want to place too much bet on it, so at least I do not feel too sad over his ignorance. Constant reminding comes into play again. With my tolerance threshold, it should allow me to make it through not only the confinement days but also days when he is not in town.
Keeping my fingers crossed!
It's not about the confinement food that I am concern. I am pretty easy with it. Sometimes, I am thinking I am probably the easiest person in the world when it comes to food! I am more concerned about handling of the newborn baby, and worried that different opinions would tear me and my MIL apart. I am so afraid that I would rant all my hormone-changing emotions to my MIL. I fear there will not be quiet days and nights with my Hubby!
A confinement lady would be of great help to handle a baby better in the sense of pacifying, showering, and understanding the baby, given their many experiences. Not only that, they definitely will have better knowledge in breastfeeding than a first time mum-to-be and MIL.... Breastfeeding can be so demoralizing at times. Even if I am upset, I would throw tantrum to someone I am not related to, someone who I will stay with for only 28 days!
I imagined I have to withstand nags from the folks esp my mum... I imagined I am forced to listen to the superstitions myth... I imagined we quarrel even on changing of his diapers... I picture everyone snatching their turn to tell me what they think is the best but letting me talk! Will they leave me alone and just let me have my preferred way????
Anyway, it is a little too late to talk about having a confinement lady now. I started clicking in singaporemotherhood every night, learning from others' experiences. The more I read, the more I realised, stressing over every minor things will not help. Perhaps, I should just keep an open mind, especially when it comes to communicating with my MIL and breastfeeding. Ultimately, we all care for the baby and meant well. Most importantly, baby is healthy. My well-being plays a very important part too. Definitely, the role of my husband also which I do not want to place too much bet on it, so at least I do not feel too sad over his ignorance. Constant reminding comes into play again. With my tolerance threshold, it should allow me to make it through not only the confinement days but also days when he is not in town.
Keeping my fingers crossed!
Can't wait for March to come when shopping for Lucas will begin again!!!! Yeap!Jia you Mama Yi!
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