AFTERMATH

I don’t know what did it. The rapid increase in my milk supply. Could it have been Nunu’s small appetite due to the flu, which made me able to pump out the remaining milk into the bottles? Or is it because my stress level has been brought down by the two well rested days of MC, triggering my prolactin to get on working? Or have I become an expert of the Marmet technique? Or are the beneficial properties of the Quaker oats and papaya diet kicking in at last?

Whatever it is, I don’t have to look for fenugreek anymore (thanks pinkyj) – or any other lactation booster for that matter – at least for now. I hope this very pleasing bodily function maintains its form. Perhaps I don’t hafta buy Nunu’s supplementing can of Nan for next month’s ration.

Some things have changed after the dreadful flu attack. The elders (MIL, Nanny, policlinic nurse) foretold that at Nunu’s age, a mild bout of illness will usually be accompanied by a new mark in her physical or mental development. “Nak pandai buat apa-apalah tu.” I looked at them in askance at first, after falling for the “milk-turn-to-blood” prank, I’m now more skeptical towards conservative hearsay.

Well, this time I believe them. Nunu is definitely more rambunctious. I can hardly change her diaper if I don’t pin her down with an elbow, or give her a bath without getting myself soaked too. She immediately turns on her belly when we put her down, and I even believe that she did some awkward caterpillar jigs to move about.

Other than that, Nunu doesn’t demand to be nursed to sleep any longer. If she’s very sleepy I can just place her in the cot, pat her bum or stroke her fine tufts of hair or simply cuddle her, sing some lullaby or nasyid or zikir. I hope this change of sleeping pattern lasts too. Except for last night, when she burst out probably from a nightmare – she slept pretty well. And there were numerous times when I just leave her on the playing mat and she dozed off afterwards. Could it be the drugs she’s been taking? Well, she hardly ingested any, coz I cleaned up a great deal of those dribbled medication off her lips, bibs and hankys.

But the biggest breakthrough, the one thing that I never thought she could get used to, is me bottlefeeding her. Yes, she took the bottle from me! Today. At work. I’m taking Nunu to work today. In fact, she’s right here on my lap, peering curiously at the keyboard and screen.

She’s getting restless now so I think I have to blog off for a moment now. Will update more after the long weekend holiday.

Oh darn, she barfed on my shirt.


Not kidding.