Hi, my name is Aisyah Rozi, founder of Imansara.com & webdesigner at Laman7. This is my personal blog where I share my life experience, thoughts, ideas and occasionally, my projects. My passion is designing, sketching and sewing. I'm 24, a babywearing, cloth diapering mama of Sara.
Jan 28 2015

How to have a smooth delivery (InshaAllah)

I’ve promised to write this entry long time ago but I never got to it. Since… Uh, never mind.

One of the many concerns of a first time mom is going through labor. I don’t know about you, but for me, thinking about it made me sick to the stomach. I heard so many horrifying stories on labor and not many actually talked about it positively. Well, you can read my wonderful labour story. Hehe

For me, the scariest thing about labour is not having control. So, I decided to do something about it. I wanted to  take some control wherever I can.

#1: Get Educated
This is my number 1 most important tip. It doesn’t matter how, attend antenatal class, read a book, whatever. Bottom line is, educate yourself with labour procedures, labour stages, complications, interferences, pain relieves, anaesthesia etc.  Knowledge is power.

Why? Did you know you can deny the doctor’s recommendation? Or refuse  treatment? This is why you need to get educated. So that you can deny should you feel you know better. Or, request a procedure to help your smooth labour.

#2. Envision your ideal labour
Once you know what will happen during labor, you will be able to envision your ideal labour. What happens at first stage, second stage
, right down to details such as good, supportive caring nurses, husband who says all the right thing etc. Whether you’ll get your epidural (if yes, full dose or low dose).

Try to do this atleast once every day, in hope (and have faith!) that it will come true. Yes, in reality it won’t happen exactly (or maybe even better!) but it will also help you to prepare things accordingly.

#3. Prep your husband
Don’t just keep all that information on your own! Educate your husband (or birth partner) too! Ensure that you both know what YOU want for labour. Depending on situation, he may have to take charge. Prepping him will also help him understand what to say or what to do during labour.

Give him articles on what to say or do during labour that you agree on to further help him.

#4. Strategically pack your hospital bag
Your clothes, go-home newborn clothes and your husband’s clothes,.  One of the things I found most helpful was disposable panties. I used them for weeks after labour because you will bleed a lot, and you don’t want to do extra laundry than you already have. Plus, if you have stitches, the disinfectant cream may leave staining.

Also, don’t forget socks! It can be quite cold during labour and you’ll want to save as much energy as possible!

Speaking of energy, don’t forget to bring some snacks especially superfoods such as dates, raisins, maybe powerbar and perhaps milk. You’ll never know if your labour happens in wee hours and there’s no nearby 7-eleven.

#5. Write a birth plan
A birth plan is essentially want you want during labour, such as pain relieves, breastfeeding option, induction, positions, etc. In my case, I didn’t have the chance to talk to the nurse what I wanted, so the birth plan helped the nurses to get them for me.

#6. Take Supplements
I took Salindah homeopathy. You can also take VCO or whatever you think might work to help ease labour. It may or may not work, but in my opinion, if it doesn’t help, it won’t make it worse. So, no harm.

#7. Pick the right hospital
The right hospital will help make your labour less painful. Great nurses and good doctor will make your labour a hell lot easier. The right hospital also simply means picking the hospital you’re comfortable with. Know your rights, all procedures including standard injections have to be done under your verbal or written consent.

So.. Those are the things that I could think of right now. I’ve written this a while back, but I was moving blog so this didn’t get posted right away.

Good luck moms!

Dec 28 2014

Weaning my 1-year-old (Part 2)

Oh, I’ve been such a lousy blogger for abandoning my blog, yet again. Being a fully working (and breastfeeding) mum has left me even less time for ‘me’ time when I’m not at work.

Yes, sadly, my me time is at work. LOL. Anyway, a quick update on weaning my 1-year-old, it was a total failure. Couldn’t get her off the breasts even with help of lemon and garlic. Hahaha. So my husband managed to persuade me to keep going until she’s 18 months before trying again. Somehow breastfeeding her was made easier once I’m embracing it. At least temporarily. For now.

Dec 05 2014

Breastfeeding Talk: Weaning my 1 year old.

I’ve been breastfeeding Sara for a year and a month now and it’s been a roller coaster journey. Don’t get me wrong, I love breastfeeding, it’s an amazing way to bond with my daughter. Plus, despite how it may look like, breastfeeding is actually a very convenient tool to feed and comfort baby especially while out and about. No bottles to carry or sterilize. Just pop your shirt up. LOL.

However, I can see that this journey is going to end soon. This past few days I’ve seriously considered to wean her off completely. I feel like it has become a burden for me and I feel like I need my ‘body’ back. I’ve resented breastfeeding her so many times which I feel guilty about and I know that is not healthy. On contrary, I still feed reluctant because I know for a fact that breastmilk is the best nutrition, especially her main source of digestible DHA.

Still, I can’t afford to have moments where I’m resenting breastfeeding.

Let me tell you. Sara is a reverse cycle baby. Which means, while I’m away at work, she will drink very very little milk, just enough to stop feeling hungry and then she would wait for me. It gets worse in the evening where she’ll refuse milk because she knows I’ll be home soon. At the moment, she’s already drinking formula and infant’s goats milk while I’m at work, only because she started rejecting EBM.

Now, what happens is, she will nurse nurse nurse at night (and sometimes all night long) and it seriously tires me. Since I’ve stopped pumping during the day my supply has been established for night feeding only. So, weekend becomes very challenging as my supply is not enough. Yet, Sara being persistent and even determined, she’ll still refuse bottle (or drink very little) and rather nurse for a damn long time until she’s full.

I’ve had enough and I’m determined to wean her off.

I know that with Sara, the only way is to go cold turkey. I went to the pharmacy and asked for Dostinex. It’s a lactation suppressant drug. Unfortunately it takes 2 days for the milk to dry up and I can’t breastfeed while on the medicine.

BUMMER.

How the hell am I supposed to not breastfeed her when I know she’s gonna scream her lungs out asking for it?

At that time, I didn’t care. Figure out the details later. I was so desperate to get my freedom back so I bought them. RM56 for two,(read:  TWO) tiny tablets. It better work.

So, I went home that day, I nursed her as usual, and once I know she’s full, I tried rocking her to sleep without nursing. She cried. On and off. For 30minutes. The last 10 minutes she was so tired of crying she turned to look at me. She looked at me in the eyes with an expression I had never seen before. It was an empty stare. I looked back at her and wondered, have I betrayed the trust we’ve built for her whole lifetime?

I couldn’t.

I burst into tears as I told her how much I love her, how sorry I am for being selfish.

We then sang her favourite bedtime song, and I nursed her to sleep. She dozed off in a couple of minutes.

Perhaps I can still try to wean her off some other time. I’ve heard of the lemon and neem oil trick. I still can’t find neem oil yet, so I’ll try the lemon trick this weekend. Ideally, I just want to wean off her daytime feeds until she’s two years old.

But looking at the situation, I know that with her, it’s either all or  nothing. I still haven’t decided whether to wean her off completely. I guess I’ll just casually try and see how it works out.

I’m sorry Sara, this is not the end. It is only the start of our special relationship, okay?

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Nov 07 2014

Worst Decision Made for Sara

A month ago I got a job as an assistant architect in Kuala Lumpur. We’ve had plans to move to KL and we did exactly that now that we have a reason to. The company needed to me join them ASAP so god has His way and I found a babysitter that can be trusted.

I asked for a half day for the first day of the job so that Sara won’t be too overwhelmed. The first day I sent her, Sara cried as I left the house and I went to work feeling like an irresponsible mother. It got me thinking, what kind of world are we living in that mothers have to leave her offspring into a stranger’s care? It did not feel right for me.

When I went to the babysitter’s house, Sara cried as she saw the sight of me. She immediately wanted comfort from me. I felt like I have betrayed our 11-months short of built bonding, trust and unconditional love. And that weekend, being an observant mother, I found something was off about her. She became possessive and insecure about me. I can’t leave her eyesight or she will cry like I’m leaving her forever.

Then, a week later, she came down with a fever. Long story short, she had an episode of febrile fit. Which is a kind of seizure caused by high fever. It was really, really scary and her post-seizure condition was so worrying that I thought I had lost her. Luckily my sister (future doctor insyaAllah) was home and she knew what to do to abort the seizure. Coincidentally she had just finished her posting in pediatrics. Anyway, fast forward again, Sara was hospitalized for 4 days. I had to take 2 days of emcee. She was discharged without a fever and only flu.

sara demc

About 30% of children under of age 6 get febrile fit once in a lifetime. and 10% have febrile fit repeatedly. I crossed my fingers that Sara is within that 30%. Bottom line is, everytime Sara has a fever, extra caution & monitoring must be taken.

2 weeks later, once again, Sara was down with a fever. This time we were prepared. We have her  medicine,her thermometer. We monitored her temperature around the clock even at night. She started taking pcm on Friday night when her fever started. We did the sponging routine, light clothing, constant monitoring etc. Then, the next day, 3 hours after her last pcm dose, she was still at 38.8. So, we quickly rushed to the clinic to get her a pcm sup to bring down the fever.

Unfortunately, the doctor refused to give her the sup because it’s only been 3 hours. At the hospital, they would still give her sup even when her last oral pcm dose was an hour ago. So, I felt uneasy about this doctor’s decision. At the same time, I also fear for overdosing her. The doctor suggested us to wait for another hour and keep sponging her.

And.. as fate has it, an hour later before we could even give her the sup, she had a second episode of febrile fit  while I was nursing her. This time we knew what to do and we quickly helped her abort the fitting. We rushed her to another nearby clinic to get her sup. We then immediately referred her to Gleneagles KL.

Now, having the second fitting, it’s almost confirmed that this might happen again in the future, and we have to do the best we can to avoid Sara getting a fever in the first place. One of those things is stop sending her to her babysitter (nurseries are notorious for making kids sick. Perhaps the sickness jumps from one kid to another and becomes a vicious cycle).

Usually, babies can adapt with changes. But in Sara’s case, I think she couldn’t accept to stay with the babysitter. So, she becomes unhappy and then that makes her sick. So, before the stress starts to affect her mental development, it becomes an urgent decision that has to be made. So we moved back to Shah Alam the night she was discharged.  I admit, sending her to the babysitter was the worst decision for Sara, but I didn’t know that then (nothing wrong with the babysitter, it’s just Sara who’s unable to adapt). I’m just glad we realized this early.

That means, now I have to commute a painful trip from Shah Alam to KL.

Painful, indeed. But that’s a mother’s sacrifice.  Now, my new daily routine is cursing how KTM sucks monkeyballs. It is so bad, it needs its own post.

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