The first week was very torturing, because i cannot bathe and cannot wash my hair during my confinement. And my stitches was so painful and my breast milk only start around the forth day. Then the engorgement was so painful, i understand the painful experience of engorgement. Plus my milk was so little, i only managed to expressed a little out, and my boy get so frustrated, because my milk was so little, he only managed to latched on a few seconds and couldn't satisfied him. Then i was so stressful and i don't feel happy, because my husband not around to support me as i stayed at my parents home. And he just started his new job. Then my breast milk slowly getting lesser and lesser.
At this stage, my boy is trying to adjust this new world. We have to adjust to his needs like his feeding and sleeping time. At start, he couldn't feed well, only drank 15 to 20ml, which was less than what he drank at the hospital (40ml).
Suddenly there are a few nights, he couldn't sleep well. I guess he's afraid of the dark and need to be swaddle. So i can only observe him day by day.
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