The glorious sow

First i must apologise for the lack of material. I shall try and get Lisa's and Sandra's pictures today when they come and visit. It's like this. I don't plan on leaving the house for a month. It's the month of confinement which we still adhere to in Singapore. I used to think it was barbaric, repressive and cruel. Why would any woman want to lie in bed all day with a squalling infant? That was until i gave birth and decided it was acutally quite civilised. I have heard stories of women who have driven their children to school the next day - their older children. They must come from good peasant stock. However, the downside of this is that i don't have lots of pictures apart from Anhairghin's face to stick on this blog. I am taking pictures everyday because i didn't do that for Oisin and regret that now. The evolution of a face is tremendously fascinating and i hope that i'm able to capture that more diligently with this baby

My truth about breastfeeding

Breast feeding is a whole lot easier than expressing and then bottle feeding. But i don't think it's easier than just plain old bottle feeding. Bottle feeding also appeals to the empiricist in all of us. Yes, the child has taken that four ounces, and we know he's done that. Also i think breastfeeding is a real hoot for babies. Oisin never really fell asleep at the bottle when he was breast milk bottle fed, He just took it and then slept after that. Amhairghin has learnt that the pressure of milk coming out of the breast means that he can just lie back and have a drink for a few minutes before falling asleep again. But wait a minute, now i am wide awake and i expect you'd want that hour long feed for yours so you can sleep for another four hours. Oh no. It's all very amusing.

What routine?

Also don't believe anyone who talks to you about routines. I believe this to be an absolutely LIE. Babies don't have clocks and therefore don't do routines. They sleeps, eat and poo. That's the only routine they have. I think you could try to put them into a routine, but i can't imagine how you'd do it. It's bad enough that they have just left this perfect space where feeding, sleeping, bathing, etc is something which is never considered. They have lived these absolutely perfect lives. Suddenly they have to cope with Dr Who, Radio 4 and daily ablutions. I don't think it's fair to impose routines on top of it all. Motherhood this time round has also been a lot less stressful because i've thrown routine out of the window. I am the glorious sow who feeds her precious young, whenever it wants to be fed. I might as well accept it.