Eating For Two

Breastfeeding is really not as simple as it seems.

 

I am pretty much a social eater and one of those people who eat to stay alive. I like food but a bit of hunger does not have much of an impact on me. I generally stop eating before I am full. If I am sick, I'll eat plenty of fruit and vegetables.

 

But breastfeeding means I have to take stock of my eating habits.

 

Now, I have to make sure that I have three square meals a day with one palm-size of meat per meal.

 

It is not easy for me, I tell you. But I have to even though I find it mildly stressful to constantly ensure that I am eating and eating a lot.

 

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Actually, I should stop complaining. Other breastfeeding mothers suffer from cracked nipples. My only problem is having to eat a lot. Sometimes, my bimbo-ness surprise myself.  

Weight Watchers

Second entry for the night! I *must* be too free.

I have always been very obsessed about Huda's weight. Whenever I see a baby around Huda's age, I'll ask the mother what the baby's weight is and then I'll set targets for Huda. "See Huda, Sheralynn is 8kg. Can you eat more?"

And Kailing will chide me.

I really need that regular chiding from Kailing, I think. My obsession is ridiculous. And, most importantly, I should stop comparing Huda with all other babies.

I should be grateful that she's healthy. Actually, I am but sometimes I forget. (That's why I need to be reminded constantly.)

Many premature babies have an assortment of health problems. But Huda is generally healthy.

And for that, I should be grateful. So I shall stop comparing her weight with other babies. (But I still need to be reminded.)

An On

I have that other page somewhere in the world wide web. I publicise that page for all to see and I even share it with people I've never met before.

 

But, I'm beginning to feel that it's just getting too open and I'm losing my anonymity in that forum that I frequent.

 

So, I come back here where hardly anyone visits.

 

Bliss.