Monday, 31 July 2017

Things Moms Should Do To Have Better Breast Milk

July 31, 2017 2 Comments
Hi, there! As a new mom again for the third times, I couldn't help myself from not talking about babies and babies. After my third son got jaundice on his first days of life, I realize that better breast milk is very important. Yes, every mom knows but not every mom succeed in breast feeding, including myself.

Learning from my mistakes, I found some ways to make my breast milk abundant. Well, not that abundant, but better in quantity and, I hope and pray, in quality.

If only every baby were born with a manual book, I would follow the rule. But, unfortunately there isn't such a book. So, I follow the traditions and what the experts say. Here are some ways to get better breast milk based on my experience.

Get Enough Sleep

It is really true. When you have a baby, get enough sleep. Not only during the night but also during the day. The words 'Baby sleeps, mom sleeps' is 100% correct.

When I didn't have enough sleep, I found my breasts were weak and produced less milk. And you know, less milk means cranckier baby. I get assistance here every working day, so I don't do any laundry nor ironing nor washing the dishes nor moping the floor. Lucky me, I guess. Alhamdulillah.

Only on Sundays I do some of those works, but due to the condition I lessen my target. I prefer to have a little messy house rather than a crancky baby.

Related article: Pigeon Manual Breast Pump

Eat Green Veggies

My mom says that the darker the color of the veggies the better. I agree with that. Tradition tells me to eat more green veggies. I found that green chinese cabbage is good for my breast milk. I can have it almost every day. I don't care whether I will get bored or not.

Along with that, don't forget to drink enough water. Experts say moms with babies should drink 14 glass of water a day.

Stress-Free Yourself

Yes, yes. Make yourself comfortable every time. Eat good food, lessen physical activity, get enough sleep, entertain yourself, think positively is good for moms with newborn. Believe me, those hormones have something to do with the milk produce.

Don't ever think that by avoiding some activities and lessen your target means that you are lazy. Don't. It won't last forever, right? As soon as your baby starts eating there will be more time to get back to your activity. Also don't listen to negative comments from anybody. Close your ears tight from those. Enjoy your life and your baby's smile.

Well, those are 3 ways I do to get better breast milk. Any moms out there have the same experience?

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Tuesday, 25 July 2017

Pigeon Manual Breast Pump

July 25, 2017 1 Comments

Disclosure: This is not a paid post. All opinions are based on my experience only.

In my previous post I talked about my 3rd baby's jaundice. Along with that horrible story there left another experience: breast pumping.

Since I have my first baby I never thought I would do breast pumping as I am a SAHM and I thought that any SAHM would never need any tool like this.

The truth is I was wrong. Any mom in this world may need this kind of thing: breast pump.

As my baby had to stay at the hospital underwent several phototherapy, the nurse told me to pump my breasts and brought the milk every morning.
"The baby needs at least 100 cc once every hour," she said.
I was shocked. It seemed so impossible for me. It meant that I needed to produce 2,4 litre of milk a day. Kind of too much for me. Could I do that? I was confused. I couldn't hand-pump my breasts. I tried but there was only a little amount of milk. I started to panic.

I knew I could produce some breast milk while my baby sucked the breasts not by any other mean. But, I had to pump because my baby couldn't leave the phototherapy box for any reason except for having a shower in the morning and in the afternoon.

So, I bought a breast pump. It is Pigeon Manual Breast Pump.

The pump comes in several parts: the pump itself which is so comfort to hold; a set of flange to fit the breast comes in regular and large size; and a 160 mL wide plastic nursing bottle with its standing and its cover.

At first I didn't know how to use the pump so I follow the manual instruction provided at the back side of the box. The manual comes in English, Arabic and Indonesian. It's easy to understand even for a starter like me.

I put the regular flange and the bottle to the pump, fit the flunge onto my breast and start pumping. Firstly, choose the stimulation mode by clicking the red button on top of the pump to the toppest position then pump. It gives you smooth sucks to stimulate your breast. Once you feel you are ready to pump, move the red button to the lower position and start pumping. I myself found it a little difficulty in doing this. But, after twice trial, I could pump well. Afterall I found it easy to use. And it's really less effort, less fuss and less pain.

What about the result? Did I get enough breast milk? It depends on the condition. When I was stressful during my baby's jaundice I produced a little milk. But, when I got home and felt comfortable I got greater amount of milk. I write about how to get better breast milk here: Things Moms Should Do To Have Better Breast Milk.

How about the price? It is 330 K IDR at the local baby shop. It is much cheaper than the electric pump, about 1/3 of the price.

I think a breast-pump is a very important every breast feeding mom should have whether she is a SAHM or a WM. What about you, moms? Do you have any memorable experience in breast pumping?

Monday, 17 July 2017

Jaundice, After 7 Years

July 17, 2017 8 Comments
"He's so adorable," said my husband. I smiled and looked at that sleeping little guy.

"I bet you enjoy raising a baby this time," I said to my husband.

Yes, after 7 years we have a baby again. And unlike the first and the second baby, our third baby was born in a different condition. This time we have settled and have a better living.

I see that my husband really can enjoy raising his third son. It's shown on how he holds the baby with his hands. He is more confidence now! LOL.

This third baby, we named him Digdaya, looks like our second son. Digdaya means 'strong' and this baby is strong indeed.

What's so special having a baby again after 7 years?

Both my husband and I look younger by having this baby. How come? People who don't really know us thought that Digdaya is our first baby. Even the doctor. LOL again.

However, that 7 years also gives us something to learn: how to raise a baby. Both of us agree to confess that we have forgotten some things in how to raise a baby. It's like Digdaya is really our first baby.

It seemed so true until Digdaya suffer from jaundice due to the lack quantity of my breast milk. Jaundice is a condition where the skin becomes yellow, and sometimes the eyes as well. In that condition, baby's body has high number of bilirubin, the ruined red blood cells. A healthy baby should has 0 number of bilirubin and my Digdaya got 17!

I couldn't believe the fact that my baby had to stay 3 days at the hospital underwent 2,5 sessions of phototherapy. A phototherapy is when a baby being treated under blueish ray in a baby box. Each session itself takes 24 consecutive hours.

Can you imagine that? I slept 3 nights alone without my newborn baby beside me. I left him behind at the hospital. I was so frustated.

Every morning and afternoon I came to the hospital to see him and brought my pumped breast milk. I couldn't hold back my tears every time I saw him in that box. Oh, God.

After those 2,5 sessions he was stated to be healthy and he could go home. I was very, very happy. I held him in my arms like never before and brought him back home. To tell you the truth, I was scared that I could lose him. And I couldn't believe I raised this third baby the wrong way!

Now, every morning I bring him out about 10-15 minutes to warm him under the sun's ultraviolet. Without any shirt, only with diaper on him so that his back, chest, stomach, arms and legs get warm.

But, that activity is not the most important. What so urgent is the baby drink enough milk. To support that, I have no other choice than providing formula for him as well. Breast milk plus formula. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to do it either, but, I can't take the risk to have a sick baby anymore. No, no.

I understand that every choice has a risk. All I can do is pray and do all my best to maintain good quality and quantity of my breast milk.



eat good food

After 7 years, there's something new to learn. Having 2 sons before this baby is not a guarantee that we can raise another baby perfectly. Life is full of lessons. And I think we've learnt one of them.

This is the 11th blogging collaboration with Annisa Nurjannah
This bi-weekly theme is 4 word games: left, behind, violet, stomach
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Friday, 7 July 2017

I Missed My Wedding Anniversary And This Is What Happened

July 07, 2017 4 Comments

This night, minutes after midnight, my second son woke me up. He felt not so well from the evening and this night he vomitted. I looked after him for some time. I rubbed his back and belly with cajuputi oil to make him warm.

I touched his forehead, alhamdulillah, he was better, his body temperature was lower than before. Earlier, he was 37.8°C and his body was hot so I gave him paracetamol.
He said he felt okay and I asked him to go back to sleep.

After my son fell asleep, I checked my cell phone and realizing one thing: it is already 7th July. Oh, I missed my 6th July for the first time. I almost can't believe it. I forgot to remember my wedding anniversary!

Related article: Ten Years of Togetherness

At the beginning of July I proclaimed myself to remember that special day. I don't have any specific plan to commemorate the day. I just want to throw back to the sweet memory of my wedding on my own. Just a pray for my husband and me. But, I really forgot the day! Is it really me?

I used to celebrate my wedding anniversary by myself, because my husband never remembers our wedding day. Ask him about it and I bet you will see he will ask me what date our wedding was. He never takes it seriously and I guess every married man does the same thing, too. Do they?


I was shocked at first to know this. I thought that he didn't care about me, about our marriage, about our love. I insisted to celebrate the day only by saying, "Happy anniversary, dear." But, he refused it. I was frustated to realize that having a romantic moment was really hard.

But, then, I took it carelessly. Life is really NOT a fairy tale when prince charming with a white horse bringing a bouquette of red roses pops-up and says romantic words.

Our marriage now is 9 years. We still have to learn much from each other. I know that celebrating love doesn't always celebrating wedding anniversary. Let the day be the day when love is unspoken. Not because it's forgotten, but, because it's too complex to be described.

Sixth July is over and I have forgotten it without feeling guilty and, hey, you know what? My life is not ended!
Sometimes to forget is a bless.
Well, wedding anniversary? Let it be in my heart only.

Monday, 3 July 2017

My Siblings And I

July 03, 2017 0 Comments
It's the three of us. Yes, we are siblings. I'm the middle child. I have an elder sister and a younger brother. Both of them live close to our mom in Jogja.

My Sister
It's so funny to remember our childhood. We were, actually, not good siblings. I seemed to always had arguments and fights with my sister. I didn't like her and I think that she didn't like me either. It's understandable as she's only 2 years older than me.

My sister and I shared the same room for years. We had a big table in our room for us to study. It was the only thing, I guess, that we agreed to share. The rest were things that we called 'mine' and 'yours'.

The next funny thing is I missed my sister once after she left home for college. She had to stay in Solo for her bachelor degree. She returned home once a month or so and that made me felt lonely. Then I started to miss her. And the feeling got bigger when she got married.

My sister is a tough person. She lives with her 3 children now in Jogja as her husband lives in Palu, Central Sulawesi to make a living. She'd been moving from city to city with her husband to support him, but, since 3 years ago she settles in Jogja due to her children's education. Her children need to settle in one place to pursue their study and she chose Jogja.

My sister is a working at home mom. She runs her crochet business. She's good at it. I think she's gifted with art. She won an award for her neat hand-writing when she was in elementary school. It was a sign, wasn't it?


One of my sis' works
Pic courtesy of www.instagram.com/dewiwulandari_75

My Brother
He's 3 years younger than me. My mom told me that when she was pregnant with my brother, I used to climbed up my mom's back while she cleaned our front yard. A baby inside the belly and a child on the back. What a picture.

My mom got an accident on her third trimester of pregnancy. Alhamdulillah, both the baby and the mother were safe.

As what happened with my sister, my relationship with my brother was not good either. We seldom had something to agree. Oh, I think I'm not a good sister.

My brother married a Sundanese 5 months after my marriage. That's why our children are the same age now. He has 3 children, but baby number 2 died while she was still in the womb. His first child is a girl, third one is a boy. Now he's waiting for his fourth baby.

My brother used to work in a telecommunication company but since last year he runs his fashion business with his wife. He's a strong person. He faces the world and he isn't afraid of the challenges ahead.



My brother's fashion business, mainly adult male fashion
Pic source: www.instagram.com/dellario_fashionshop

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My siblings are great persons, I guess. Though we were not in good relationship in our younger years, however, as we grow older, we seemed to find our bonding. I learn much from them and perhaps they learn something from me as well.

Siblings are our lives because we share the same blood in our body. Good siblings bring us to jannah, insha Allah.

What about you, guys? What's your story with your sibling?

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