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It's official. I submitted my resignation letter to the HR folks at JURONG International after nearly 4 years of employment.
So, what's next? A new and fresh position with a Dutch company in Jakarta for a few years. It's very exciting to be a part of a Foreign Direct Investment in my own beloved country. Since 2002, I promised myself that I won't take away another person's job in Indonesia, but instead, I should be instrumental in creating new jobs for my fellow citizens.
My Chief Family Officer (CFO) Rani and the kids are excited about this as well (especiallly Noe who has been missing his Nenek and Eyang Putri). It's not an easy decision to relocate to Jakarta but I am sure it's worth all the effort.
This writing is to compare two breastfeeding experiences: Noe's first two weeks and Kei's.
Noe: I decided to fully breastfeed my baby because of what international health organization and experts recommends for baby's first six months. But I thought that breastfeeding should be natural and should not be learned. So I made no effort in looking for any information about breastfeeding at all. Despite that, I was really confident that I wouldn't face any difficulty breastfeeding. Later, it turned out that I was too cocky.
Early this morning at about 7.20am I carried Noe in my arms under an umbrella from our humble home to Queensway, which is the nearest busy road. Normally, I'd walk all the way to his school for a good 1.2 kilometer but it was raining and the grass was soggy so I decided to get a quick taxi ride.
When we passed the Hang Jebat mosque, Noe, with his face facing backward over my shoulder, said, "Ibuuuu...!". Then I asked him, "Where is Ibu? Ibu is at home, Noe...". But he kept pointing at some tree near the mosque's fence. BUt nobody was there! A few steps later, he said it again. I looked again behind us but I still could not see anyone.
I'm back into the real world after two days being confined and pampered in the hospital ;> Now Kei is one week old. Anyway my handsome and caring husband has written the summary of the birth process in the previous entry, and I'll try to write down more details of the birthing experience before I forgot, so here goes. This story will come in several parts: the preparation, the birth story itself, and some afterthoughts. These stories are personal story of mine, and I share it here for my family and friends. And it's gonna be long because I want to dump as much details as possible that I can remember.
Technical (Medical) Preparation