Milk

Milk is usually found in breasts, teats, or udders. For others (namely adults), milk is found in cartons, bottles or crates.

Well, for Mr S, we find milk in the folds of his skin, around his cheeks and lips (the dried kind), on his mittens, socks, eyes, collars. Today we found milk in mid-air. YES, mid-flight, mid-air, on its way to spoil someone’s (and that would be us) day.

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(photo credit: Mummy)

Do not hit the breast that feeds you

Thou shalt not hit the sore, bruised, and uncomfortable factory that produces our basic nourishment. The ramifications of our actions could be far reaching. For example, the factory could shut down due to worker strikes, or emergency evacuation due to earthquake.

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Want to eat? here are some dos and donts:

1) Do not hit / scratch the breast
2) Do not anyhowly bite the nipple – you will discover the horrors of the bhai’i what colour when you grow up
3) Do not fight the hand that correctly positions your head – it’s for your own (and mummy’s) good.
4) Do not purposely fall asleep at the breast – we don’t fall asleep at the dining table, and neither should you.
5) Do latch properly on the nipple – off centre to the areola is much appreciated
6) Do drink up (you’ll have to do this 18 years down the road as well, training starts early)
7) Do look satisfied after drinking, even if you are still hungry

 

The first born of the Wongfoks

The ordeal or excitement started at mid night when a prostin pill was inserted into the nether regions of the mother (aka vanessa). Contractions started almost immediately (she was 1.5cm dialated at this point). Contactions ebbed and flowed throughout the night.

While the pill was inserted i was busy settling the admissions paper work.


We stayed the night in the observation room (room 1 to be exact), and were flanked by a PRC with a singaporean husband, and a fillipino couple.

The PRC girl was moaning and groaning the entire night, and was unable to get stronger pain relief other than nitrous oxide (aka laughing gas) because her baby’s heart rate was too low. Sam on the other hand was doing fine.

I wasn’t. DID. NOT. SLEEP. AT. ALL.

Meeting room chair and a cramped space.

Felt like guard duty all over again to be honest.

Dr Tham came in at 730am to do a membrane sweep, or breaking the waterbag to begin the process of active labour, this coupled with an oxytocin drip sped up the whole labour process.

10am – 6cm dialated

11 to 1130am – 8 cm dialated. the nurses were overheard talking about shifting us from the observation ward to ‘some other room’ – like about time, i would be going into labour if i stayed there for any longer.

1145am – we got shifted to the delivery or birthing rooms. Midwife came in to move Sam down the birth canal. A few ‘trial’ pushes during contractions. This went on for like 5-6 cycles, and gynae Dr Tham walking in and out 3 times. On the third visit Sam was delivered (refer to illustration below).

Curiously, during the entire delivery, the A-league match between Brisbane Roar and Melbourne City FC was playing. Sam was born watching football.

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Greetings, family and friends of #wongfoks, grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

It brings us great delight to introduce to you, a newborn; the first born of #wongfoks, weighing 2.69kg at birth, and breathed his first at 1319HRS, on this day, the 7th of December 2016.

His name is Samuel

‘Rejoice in the Lord always, and again, I say REJOICE!’ – Philippians 4:4