Confinement Days

+ Ginger, ginger & more ginger - seriously. Ginger in soup, ginger in veggies, ginger in chicken, ginger in fish, even ginger fried rice! to expel "wind". More like gas.

+ Absolutely Nothing cold - so no cold fruits from the fridge, no cold milk, none of my favourite ice lemon tea. NO water. Only red date & longan tea or fried rice tea (literally fry rice and use it to make a tea. Food must be eaten hot. Showers must be hot, hot, hot.

+ Becoming an alcoholic - downing chicken essence made with cups of Martell, DOM, etc.

+ Confinement of a different kind - daily post natal massages ending with me being bound tight with a 12 metre long strip of cloth. I wore it practically 24/7 for 2 weeks in a row - most people can't stand being bound too long but I was comfortable enough to sleep in it. Worked wonders in shrinking my belly - I highly recommend it! I had a lovely massage lady too who comes by every day - she's a certified therapist (not the traditional Malay massage but an essential oil massage) If anyone is looking for a post natal masseuse, I can pass her contact along.

+ Timing my outings - I know it's called confinement, but I can't quite take being in the house all the time. So I've made my presence felt in Orchard, the neighbourhood mall etc. But now everything is done in a rush, no more than 1.5 - 2 hours at a time, which is the timing between feeds.

+ Taking Solace in the neighbourhood mall - visits to the neighbourhood mall, which used to be for our weekly grocery runs have now turned into a sanctuary of sorts. Close enough so that I can maximise my outing times, even a walk in the supermarket is a welcome break!