counting down...

I have a few things on my mind as I edge nearer to the operation date.

I still wanna get some jurlique travel pack, simply because I love the smell of lavender based products and it may cheer me up a bit, while I am bed ridden in the hospital.

Hubbie met a flat tyre this morning and I had to go to Bridgestone Boxhill to fix it. Went out by 9.15 am and came back by 11am. The tyre did took only 40 mins to fix but mother was keen to do some shopping in Whitehorse Centro and I just obliged poor mum. She went to raid Katies and I just thought might as well hit Hollywood Nails to get my manicure. At least nice smooth cuticles would cheer me up as I prepare to pack my hospital bag.

I am taking my kimono dressing gown for this surgery because I know everyone is going to shoot us bathing the baby for the first time and I really want to look comfortable and relax.

Somehow, the second time around, I am relax because I anticipated the after surgery emotions, pain threshold, nursing dilemma , baby crying and all that weird feeling of losing all control but submitting to mother nature.

My hair is longer and I intend to braid it so I dun look like a total wreck!

The second time coming, I really intend to make FULL use of the nursery! Now, for any first time mothers, I felt the insane need to see my baby to know that the baby is well. Anxiety run high with the first born. NOT having enough sleep and having the baby cry endlessly can make one go insane. Lya cried really badly at night and the nurse would suggest to me to take her to the nursery so I can rest.

I refused initially because not seeing her made me anxious. I end up having like 3 to 4 hours sleep for the first 2 days in the hospital. With the scar and all, this is a real train wreck situation. Very uncomfortable.

I realized that I should had let the nurse take Lya to the nursery at night and let me rest because she will be awake by 5 AM , ready to be nurse. Baby can smell their mothers and the breast milk. This itself can make the baby restless and refused to sleep longer hours. 5 hours sleep is heaven for any new mothers.

I wish someone would had told me earlier because I was traumatized by the first 5 days in hospital because Lya would cry endlessly.

No one told me anything and I really felt like the worst mother, ever.

Sharing this with anyone is like a real heavy burden.

I know so much more now that I ever did before. All I can say is I hope to impart the same wisdom to Lya when she ever needs to walk down motherhood for the first time.

Or maybe I should write a book, a real book based on real life scenarios.

My book, " What do expect: the Pregnancy" really did not help much!

to be contd....