It’s the final countdown in KOG Cottage (our house). We are under 4 weeks until d-day (I should say estimated though) and excitement is building. Maybe a little nerves too.
Do I need to plan better for labour or flying by the seat of my pants is ok?
Am I resting on the hope that everything on caring for a newborn comes flooding back to me?
Am I organised enough for her homecoming?
Did I massage enough oil into my perineum?
I do think hindsight will help us immensely this time around. Cooler heads. Me not thinking I am being judged by everyone! The internal crazy talk has washed away.
One thing that has kicked into gear this week has been the “prep work” for breastfeeding.
As you may have read, things did not go so great for me last time. So we are rolling with the
breast best offence is a good defence motto!
What does this entail? Well it is starting all the fun of playing milk maid already. In the shower twice a day. Trying to get those baby loving nutrients flowing. The hospital has provided me with all the catching and labelling devices. Now to just get something to catch!
I’m popping 2-3 Breast Feeding Support capsules morning and night. These capsules include Fenugreek which really did good things for me last time though just a little too late. Knowledge is power and this time I am there already pumping them into me.
I will not be able to look back at this time and say I wasn’t trying hard to get all this going. That I wasn’t putting my
best breast best foot (oh I give up!) forward.
I have actually found a little more mojo in my days. Be it only in air-conditioning. Stepping outside heat zaps the energy fairly fast. This change in attitude is definitely linked to seeing the end not so far away.
All the bitching and moaning I have done in the past few months washed away when on Friday we saw her little face on an extra ultrasound I had to have. My first little love tear slipped out at her sweetness and then we discussed about how squished and smushed up that pudgy, perfect face is going to be by the time we see her on the outside.
Poor thing! It is a tough entrance into a room having to fold your cranium over just to make it through the door.
Did you have a fabulous weekend? Ever had to milk yourself or attempt to?
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