Saturday Morning at Rider's Cafe

We were out and early to Rider's Cafe for breakfast this morning after hearing much raves about it.

It was packed to the brim!

We had to wait a while for a table cos we didn't make any reservations (which is a good idea to if anyone is planning for a visit soon), and we soon got it, thanks to the quick arrangement by the table host. She was really patient and kind with us. I like the place alot and will definitely be back soon.

I really enjoyed a morning like this. Come to think of it, this morning was one of those rare occasion where we were out of the house by 930am (I think the only other one was CNY).

We should do this more often, now that I don't have to do any pumping.

PEEKTURES!
(I just realised we didn't take any shots of the horses! What a shame!)

Walking Pot of Cabbage Soup

And that is what I am now.

Carrying 2 huge hot watermelons, which are wrapped in cabbage leaves, 24 hours a day, literally cooking the cabbage with my breasts.

I won't be surprised if someone cathces a whiff of cabbage soup if I pass by.

That's the price to pay for me quitting cold turkey on milking myself.

And this is simply how I am feeling now.



Extremely irritable and LOUSY.

The Moo-Ma Milk Factory is taking a break

Today marks the last day I'm pumping milk.

I am filled with very mixed emotions.

Would you believe it that I actually cried when I expressed milk for the last time just now?

441 days.
1 year, 2 months, 15 days.

For each of these tired and tedious days, I've been making milk for my dearest boy.

It's as if all along, my job is to do just that and nothing else.

I feel proud of the fact that Sean has been fed exclusively on breastmilk for 14 months.

I'm proud that I'm disciplined to have stuck it out for so long, despite the hurdles and pain.

I'm proud that I've made sacrifices along the way to give my boy the best nutrition there is.

I'm grateful for being blessed with the ability of making it possible this far.

And to finally bid a hiatus to it now, is like having to say goodbye to a good friend.

For at least, a period of time.

And now it's as if I've lost a sense of purpose.

Suddenly, I felt useless as a mother.

The irony.

To the wonderful factory,

Thank you so much for being my good partner for the past 14 plus months.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Let's meet again soon.

The only constant is change

My Sean Sean boy is doing well.

We have gradually introduced formula milk to him, and after going through Sean's stringent taste tests, we have settled down with Gain IQ.

Friso, Enfagrow, Nan, Nan HA, Mamil Gold - all these didn't make the cut.

The beginning was tough. Even though we have mixed in only a quarter of his 175ml with formula and the rest with his favourite breastmilk, Sean was really sensitive to the new taste and didn't take well to it. He retched, puked and showed us faces of disgust.

Many times I feel like giving up and just press on with giving him EBM.

But my breasts are really tired and sore after countless sessions of pumps.

Just last week, I was having my regular checkup and my gynae asked if my hormonal cycle is back to normal.

It's not.

Then she remarked, "Wow, that means you have been doing pretty intensive breastfeeding/expressing."

Well, I was. And if I am to salvage any normality in my boobs, functionality AND appearance, then perhaps it's time to let them take their deserved rest.

This morning, we gave Sean a full feed of Gain IQ.

3 scoops with 180ml.

No more mixture with breastmilk.

And although he took a longer time to drink, and at times, stopped and looked at the bottle with a suspicious look, he managed to finish 175ml of it.

So maybe, I can finally keep those pumps away for good now.

And start planning what do I do with Sean with the sudden free time I have on hand.

Look for a job? Enrol him for enrichment classes?

Decisions, decisions.

Haiz. With change comes adaptation. Now I have to re-plan Sean's schedule, which have been the same for the past 14 months!

That also explains why I have the time to finally download Photoscape to do up these pretty photos!

I am learning...and maybe I can finally get that Facebook account done.

See how, see how.

FUC*SHI*

I just banged my little toe into the bottom of the bed,

and it feels like it's going to explode anytime now

(the little toe i mean).

And the strange thing is.

I kept apologising to my little toe,

profusely saying "Sorry" to it over and over again.

I hope the throbbing goes away soon.

FUC*.

Sean is 14 months old!

My boy is 14 months old today!

Not much time to update more now cos got to go to pump milk.

Shall post photos soon I promise!




PS: Schumacher's not coming back after all. :(