#96 – Expect the unexpected! (Mummy tummy)

It’s not once, not twice but quite a few times that kind souls in public transport gave up seat to me thinking that I’m pregnant. My post pregnancy wobbly blob is still very visible and I feel really embarrassed at first cos I’m no longer pregnant, just fat. I take great pains to explain to them that I don’t need the seat as I’m not pregnant and that I’ve just given birth. Usually they can’t hear me clearly cos of the noise level, so I’ll just accept their kind gesture. But deep down, I’m so sad that the stubborn bulge doesn’t seem to go down at all.

A visit to my Gynae got me even more discouraged. She said that breastfeeding doesn’t help to lose weight. It has to be constant workout especially targeting at the core area. I’m terribly disillusioned now and I’m really not sure how to get rid of the pseudo-5-months pregnant tummy.

It’s really different this time cos regardless of how much jamu massage, wrap n bind I did (I even ate less, exercised more etc), I still don’t seem to be able to slim down. I am running out of ideas already, short of going for a tummy tuck. Sigh! Will someone help me please??!!

#93 – Falling Short of Expectations

I have been looking forward and counting down to eating the confinement food at Mount E especially since my first delivery. I recalled that I had the most delicious confinement Chinese meal there, consisting of steamed threadfin and lotus seed dessert. Maybe cos I had little expectation then, so what was served to me appeared to be extremely sumptuous, way surpassed hospital food standard. I also recalled that the nurses there were very caring and warm during my first stay there. I became their strong advocate and I shared this with many of my friends. I even convinced some of them to deliver at Mount E too cos of the excellent service and food. That fantastic experience really helped us make the decision to deliver there again this time.

However, the food and service fell below our expectations this time. The food was just average, nothing to shout about really. The staff even forgot to serve supper one night. By and large, the nurses left us to ourselves most of the time and came in to check on us just from time to time, doing the bare minimum in our opinion. Could this be because they knew that it was our second delivery and thus assume that we need minimal assistance? Hmmm, thought we paid the same dollars as the rest of the patients?

Also, as we prepared for our discharge, they included an extra night of lodging for my husband which I made an effort to inform them a few times before it was charged. It appeared in the final invoice even after I was discharged and I had to call in to rectify it. Maybe it was cos of our anticipation, the stay this time was really bleh. 😦

#18 – No one told me that the recovery was that tough…

I dared not move much due to the stitches. Each time I shifted my body (even upper body), I had a lot of lochia discharge. My lower abdominal was aching as though I just did a thousand crunches. My tummy was literally wobbly like jello. I made a mess in the rest room (think bloody crime scene) and had to request the cleaner to freshen it up. I struggled with fixing two maternity pads securely when neither of them had any adhesive tape. I also had to apply antiseptic lotion after washing up thoroughly each time I relieved myself. The good thing was that things got better by the day and when I was ready to be discharged. I was, however, longing to stay longer as the confinement meal at the hospital was super sumptuous! It was also great that the nurses were friendly and took good care of Baby L.