Sunday, March 04, 2007

(Solitary) Cofinement

Its not called so for nothing is it?

You are confined until you go nuts.

I had the works for my previous kids - the bitter-sediment-swirling-around jamu, the mummifying bengkung, the wonderful urut for 7 days. No chillies or blackpepper in my food. No cold drinks. Socks on my feet 24 hours a day. And the list goes on.

But NOW living on my own, had to do without all that. I survived on spirulina, chicken essence and jeli gamat. I had my socks on. I breast fed till my nipples bleed (not as bad as having engorged breasts, I tell you).

The weather took a turn for the cold side. It was the time of wind, rain, rain, thunder, more rain with some parts of the world flooding. It felt chilly. I didnt shower for days, voluntarily (normally I would be showering the moment I was sweating) and my baby didnt have his first shower at home until day 15th!

My clips didn't stop hurting until 5 days later.

My baby was an easy baby. Didnt fuss much. Only cried for milk or when his diaper was really really full of poop.

Confinement or no confinement, life had to go on. Husband had to go work. Kids need to be sent and fetched from school. We all need to eat.

My wrists still hurt but maybe there's still water in there so let's wait a little longer. Had to close one eye and bear with the mess in the house, mountains of laundry. Priority is getting baby fed and comfortable so he can g-r-o-w. The rest we make do. And do we did. Just hope that my eagerness to get on with the life we used to know before baby came won't cost me my well-being in later years.