The word confinement on its own sounds way too creepy. It’s as if one is subject to being stuck in a room, held against her will, and not allowed to step out under any circumstances. I can imagine some new moms who had to endure this treatment, listening to horror stories from friends (and friends of friends!).
My confinement has been 70% enjoyable. My confinement nanny is a great cook, very friendly, takes very good care of Zack, and is very dedicated to her job. She’s not kolot like a lot of the older confinement nannies (i.e. I’ve heard about how you’re not supposed to say nice things to your baby instead, say the opposite — like you’re so ugly or you’re so naughty–don’t know the logic behind that). She’s also very particular about hygiene and cleanliness, does all of baby’s laundry (including mine!) and a very patient teacher too! She has been showing me the ropes on burping baby, bathing him, and making him feel comfortable. The way she handles my lil’ boy, you can really see that she loves him like her own. I’m really blessed to have her around. If anyone is looking for a confinement nanny in the future, I’ll be happy to give you her number!
The other 30% I’m not very happy about are some silly rules I’ve to put up with. I’m allowed one shower a day (between 12 noon to 2pm). I really can’t understand this rule. If I sweat or feel sticky any time of the day, I wanna be able to take a shower. I’ve not followed this rule at all and have been bathing at anytime of the day that I want to. In fact, more than one time! Secondly, the rule about washing hair. I think I’m not supposed to even wash my hair but I have. I’ve been quite accommodating on this restriction, limiting myself to a hair wash every 3 days. If there’s one smell that drives me crazy, it’s greasy hair smell. Gives me a bad headache! Thirdly, this drinking red dates water only. Don’t get me wrong, the drink tastes great but I need my plain water. I’ve smuggled plain water into my room on a number of occasions to satisfy my thirst. Fourthly, bedroom slippers and sarong all day? Gawd, the weather is so hot, I ditched the sarong 2nd week into my confinement. Got nagging for wearing shorts, and forgetting to wear my bedroom slippers. Gimme a break, I’m sweating buckets k!
All in all, 3 weeks have zoomed by so quickly and my confinement nanny will be leaving on Sunday next week. I will surely miss her when she leaves but it’s time for me to take over and face reality. Next week we’re moving his cot back into our room so we can practice taking care of him at night. We will survive!