So I did not adhere to the confinement. In every way.
1. Stay confined
Not only did I not stay in the house, I even left the country. We had the Monkey in Australia and I believe he was the youngest traveler at 16 days old when we flew back to Malaysia from Perth. Also, when he was 7 days old, we went out as a family. Albeit only for an hour. There were also numerous outings when we got home to Malaysia. I cannot imagine being stuck indoors for THIRTY DAYS. I don’t think I would have done well. As in I might have eaten my toes.
2. Consume ‘confinement food’
There are websites DEVOTED to confinement food recipes. Chief ingredients? Pork and ginger. I don’t eat pork and I like ginger, just NOT EVERYDAY. One of the key dishes is pig trotters cooked in vinegar and ginger. Urgh. Blech. Gah. I understand the theory behind this rule. You need nourishment after pushing out a baby, and in my case, I had an iron transfusion three days after he was born due to anemia, brought on by the delivery (that’s a birth story I might have to write two posts about. Another day). So I ate lots of leafy green vegetables and beef to boost my iron levels. I get that. But no pig trotters for me, thank you very much.
3. Do not shower or wash your hair
Something about not allowing ‘wind’ to penetrate the body. Um, OK. I had a head-to-toe shower a couple of hours after giving birth. I don’t think I would have been allowed to leave the hospital caked in goo and blood. Not pretty.
I am not judging the millions of Chinese mothers who do adhere to the confinement period and all its rules. I did not set out to deliberately be non-conformist. I just did what I felt was right for myself and the baby. His wellbeing and health were my priorities (still are), as was my desire to be at my best while tending to a newborn
All that said, I swear, I usually walk on the straight and narrow path. Really!