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Is it Okay to Mix Expressed Breast Milk with Formula Milk?

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Is it okay to mix breast milk with formula? For an adequate response to this, I sought out the expertise of a lactation manager – Josie M. Karoki, who is a lactation manager and breastfeeding counselor at HunySuckle. Josie shared the following information:

“When preparing formula, always follow the manufacturer’s instructions on the tin. Never substitute breastmilk with water and similarly, never add formula powder to expressed breast milk. This can lead to dehydration of the baby or worse, diarrhea and other gastrointestinal upsets.

Josie M. Karoki of HunySuckle
Josie M. Karoki of HunySuckle

If you have already constituted formula milk as per the instructions and you’d like to add breastmilk to it, this is not advisable because formula milk must be discarded within 2 hours of preparation or within 1 hour of use by baby.

The advisable option would be to first breastfeed baby, or give the baby the breastmilk, then top-up/supplement with formula milk that has been prepared with water as per the manufacture’s instructions on the tin.”

That was Josie’s expert advice. Share this message with all the breastfeeding moms you know.

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How you Dress is Your Child’s Business

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While walking in town the other day, I bumped into an old high school friend of mine, Laura. The last time I saw Laura was about eighteen years ago and the one outstanding memory I have of her has everything to do with her mother. This is because each time Laura’s mum came to the school for visiting days or PTA meeting or on closing day, her choice of dressing would always stand out.

Laura’s mum was always dressed in beautiful, well-fitting clothes and cute ‘pumps’ that made her look elegant, smart and classy. Her hair would be well done, beautifully painted nails, and mild makeup. We always admired Laura’s mum and each time we heard she was around, we would dash to the windows to get a glimpse of her. And we would never be disappointed. She always looked the part. We always wanted to be like Laura’s mom when we grew up. Laura’s mom was the epitome of our dreams.

We referred to Laura as the girl with the funky mom. We loved Laura because we loved her mom. We kind of developed an attachment to her mom.

So when I bumped into Laura the other day, I found myself asking her how her mom was doing. I had always felt as though Laura’s mom was my friend too. I was very happy to hear that she was doing well and enjoying her life in retirement, and as a grandmom. I bet she’s a funky grandma.

The reason I talk about Laura’s mom today is because of a pal of mine who was recently ranting about the dressing choices of some parents. Apparently, in her child’s school, there are parents who come dressed in revealing clothes –blouses that expose their cleavages and part of their breasts, while others expose their mid-riff. Some moms wear skirts that expose their upper thighs, while others wear those pants that when they bend, you can see the Maasai beads around their waistline. She said that some parents wear their pants so low and don’t bother wearing belts, and so when they bend, they end up exposing the upper crack in their buttocks. Sha!

Will your child feel like hiding when they see you coming to pick them up from school?
Will your child feel like hiding when they see you coming to pick them up from school?

My pal argued that some manner of dressing is just mannerless and not acceptable with the norms and values of society. While the parents are adults who can dress as they desire, she wondered what kind of message they were sending out to their children about their dress choice.

“Are some choices even worth being proud of?” she wondered.

As I read my pal’s rant, thoughts of Laura’s mum immediately came to my mind. We loved Laura because we loved how her mother dressed. We were young then, and well, judging someone on the basis of someone else is not exactly the ideal situation but at that particular age, that is what we did. I dare say again: we loved Laura because we loved her mom. Remember, we are the same women who’ll shamelessly gossip the next woman in the presence of our kids. What we say, the kids absorb like sponge. We greatly influence our children by our words and actions, and what we think of one person, so will our children thinketh.

So when it comes to dressing, parents need to be aware that their choices could affect the child positively or negatively. While you undoubtedly have the freedom to dress as you please, remember that sometimes it’s not all about you, but about your children too. And that applies to many other things that we do as parents. Your child’s friends may judge them based on your own character. Just ask Laura.

Or what are your thoughts on this?

photos: africaknows.com

Mummy Tales in Kampala: How to Eat Nsenene (Grasshoppers) -a Ugandan Delicacy

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Fried Nsenene.

 The other day, I visited the capital city of Kampala, in Uganda.

The last time I was in Kampala had been in August 2010, when I attended a week-long journalists workshop. At that time, we had just found out that we were expecting our first baby -Kitty, and it was such an exciting time for his father and I. While in Kampala, I remember being very careful about what I did and what I ate. I also was also in constant communication with Baba Kitty, updating him about how I was feeling. Not that there was anything much because I was just about three weeks pregnant then. But all the same, I just wanted to share every little bit of the pregnancy with him. #firstimemom

Now, returning to Kampala six years later, with Kitty all growned up and with a little brother to boot, it was such a nostalgic moment for me.

Kitty with baby brother Ello.
Kitty with baby brother Ello.

I remembered all the fears I had then -anticipating that I was going to become a mom, and wondering what kind of mom I would be. Six years later, all I could do was thank God for his blessings because it has been a great motherhood journey for me. Of course with its ups and downs, but nothing comparable to the joy that it has brought.

So anyway, the one thing that struck me most in Kampala this time, and which I didn’t get to experience the last time I was there, was Nsenene. Nsenene are these grasshopers that are a great delicacy in the ‘Pearl of Africa’. I first saw Nsenene while in traffic. What happened is that I saw a hawker carrying some stuff in transparent polythene bags, and he seemed to be making great sales. As he approached our vehicle, I asked Musoke, the cab guy, what those were. Musoke told me they were grasshoppers. I gasped! Grasshoppers? Being hawked in traffic? How now?

Anyway, I told Musoke to call over the hawker so that I can see how the grasshoppers look like. Eehhh, this is how they looked like.

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After buying a bunch of them, Musoke invited me to the snack. He even gave me instructions on how to enjoy the delicacy. He told me that you first remove the wings and the legs before eating them otherwise you’ll choke on them. He did so, and asked me to try them. I looked at the Nsenene…

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Preeclampsia in Kenya: I Was Scared of Getting Pregnant Again because of my Previous Preeclampsia Experience” -Lucy Morangi

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Lucy Morangi with her daughter.

Mummy Tales endeavors to create awareness on issues of maternal health, and I have over the last two months been raising awareness on a pregnancy-related condition called preeclampsia -a condition that can be fatal for both mother and baby. It is indeed important for all of us to be knowledgeable about this condition, as we can help save the lives of our sisters, aunts, moms, cousins, granddaughters, colleagues and friends. Today, 37 year-old Lucy Morangi shares her brush with preeclampsia. Read on…

“I am blessed to have three children; two boys and a girl. But my story will focus on the first and third child. Not because my second delivery was boring, but because the first and third births gave me first-hand experiences with preeclampsia.

My first pregnancy was 2007 and at that time I was working in the sales department of an internet service provider. It was a difficult time for my husband and I as we found ourselves expecting our first born while we were both economically unprepared. Our finances were not good –we were really hustling. Nevertheless, we were happy for the blessing of a baby. The pregnancy went well –until I got to the seventh month.

During my ante-natal clinic visit for that month, I noticed that my feet had started showing signs of swelling.  The other regular checks; my blood pressure and urine tests were fine, since there was no notable rise in my pressure nor traces of increased protein in my urine according to the doctor.

However, there are times I would hear something like a pressing, singing noise in my ears, followed by the rhythmic beat of my heart in a heavy, slow, deep way.  I never really took deep concern about this, though I now realize that it was a mistake, since I should have paid more attention.

Also Read: “The Day I Almost Lost my Life” -Caroline Gachii

As the pregnancy progressed, my feet gradually became oversized and could not fit into my shoes anymore. That was when I really got concerned.

However, experienced mothers around me told me that the swelling was normal, that it was just the normal pressure down the pelvic area due to gravity from my descending baby. I was advised to ease up on my office work –sales work that would see me walk up and down all day long looking for clients.

I remember around that time my husband urging me to see the doctor again, even though I was not due for another ante-natal visit. We had no money for this at the time but I yielded to his demand and reluctantly visited the clinic believing they would carry out simple, inexpensive tests.

I went to a clinic in the middle of Nairobi’s town center. The doctor took a quick look at my swollen feet and told me that the baby’s head was the cause of the swelling, but that if I wanted, she could take my blood pressure. Taking my blood pressure would cost me money -money that I didn’t have at the time, so I declined her offer to have my blood pressure taken and went home.

A few weeks later and walking on feet three size bigger, I was one day woken up by a throbbing headache. It was about three in the morning so I sat up and watched television to pass time. I was also vomiting and had slight cramps. This did not worry me much since I still had three weeks to my due date. As the morning sun shone brighter, so did the cramps and my headache. We decided to go to hospital before I went to work. If only I knew the events of the day that would follow…

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8 Pieces of Information Your Child Must Have for their Personal Safety

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We must have all come across television news items, radio broadcasts and ads in the newspapers about lost children. A child getting lost could happen to any family, even the most careful and hawk-eyed parent.

It actually happened to me in this post: The Day I Lost My Son in a Shopping Mall.

I spoke to child safety expert Maryana Munyendo of Simba-Safe Kenya, a Personal Safety Education Programme (PSE) for children about what information we can equip our children with. She shares these eight age-appropriate tips:

1. Parent’s Name: Make sure that your child knows your full name.

2. Telephone Number: As a parent, make sure that your child has mastered your telephone number. You can even consider sewing it on a clothing item. A tyvek security band could also be very helpful.

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3. Home Address: Your child must know the exact location of where they live, i.e. the name of the estate, the court, and the house/door number.

4. Safe Strangers and Safe Buildings: During conversations with your child, actively point out to them the places they can go to for help such as banks, post offices or hospitals. Also teach them about the people that they can approach for help -for example uniformed staff such as policemen, medical personnel, receptionists or guards.

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Widowhood in Kenya: “My Husband’s Sudden Death when I was 19 Years Old was a Reality Check,” -Ann Mitu -Model and Actress

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Ann Mitu is a 24 year-old mom, actress and model. Ann is also doing something great in her community, inspired by her own personal experience. Ann spoke to Mummy Tales writer Sylvia Wakhisi on her life, her work, being mom to five-year old Gyan, and her desire for marriage someday. 

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Who is Ann Mitu?

I was born and raised in Mathare -an informal settlement in Nairobi’s Eastlands area. At the age of 19 years, I got pregnant. This was just after I had completed high school. I then moved in with the love of my life. But as fate would have it, life took a sudden twist when soon after my husband died.

Losing him unexpectedly, just when our lives were starting threw me off completely. I was so young, with no clue about raising a child on my own. But l had to pick up the pieces and start looking for money for rent and food, and begin preparing for the birth of my child.

Growing up in Eastlands in Nairobi, the temptations of drug abuse and even prostitution are never-ending, especially for young people. However, I kept my mind focused on me and my son, knowing that I wanted only the best for us.

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Through the encouragement of a few friends who had noticed my interest and passion for modeling and acting, I started going for auditions and would later land some acting roles, though it wasn’t easy. Watching my son grow each and every single day is what kept me going. I had no room to give up.

Today, I am proud to say that I have acted in Shujaaz, a programme which highlights the lives of young people in the streets especially the slums. It brings out some of the problems that they face – from unemployment to HIV/AIDs. Shujaaz won two Emmy Awards; the 2012 and 2014 International Digital Emmy Award for Children and Young People. I was also the main star in Jongo Love, a film that attracted international attention because of the smartphone recording factor. It is the first Kenyan movie to be shot using a mobile phone.

I also run a women’s movement called ‘Young Mothers Africa’ which targets young moms struggling to raise their kids on their own.

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The Day My Mother Confronted me About my ‘Secret’ Pregnancy -Popular Radio Presenter Shares Her Story

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33 year-old Diana Makokha is a popular radio presenter in the Royal Media Services stable. Diana is also a mom of two boys, and with an inspiring story to tell! Her experience is definitely one that many women can relate to. Read on.

I got pregnant in 2002 just after high school. It was unplanned. I was 19 years-old, naive and not really ready to become a mother. Back in my days, early pregnancy was regarded as complete immorality. In fact, if a girl got pregnant, it automatically meant that she would get married. Meanwhile, she would be stigmatized for engaging in ‘bad behavior’. It was one of the most ‘sinful’ things a girl could do.

When I found out I was pregnant, I cried and cursed. How could it have happened to me? Embarrassed, scared and ashamed, I preferred to stay indoors all day long. I would be dressed in a cardigan throughout, in a bid to conceal my growing bump. It did not matter the weather; even in the scorching heat, you’d find me all covered up in a heavy sweater.

Eventually, word got round that I was expecting. The girls in my neighborhood, and those I had cleared school with would spend hours gossiping about me. They would say: “Waahh, na ni kweli Dee ako na ball?” They would even come to our home to ‘peep’ at me in a bid to confirm that I was indeed pregnant. Some of them had already joined college and would brag on end about how sweet college life was.

Hearing them speak made me feel very sad. I would lock myself in my bedroom and cry my heart out. I would cry rivers. Why me? There I was, a pregnant teen, ashamed of the embarrassment I had caused the family. The idea of having an abortion came to mind.

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Actress Brenda Wairimu Speaks about New Motherhood

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The Story of Sarah

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When I was in high school, one girl joined the school in the middle of second term. 98 per cent of the school population was from Nairobi, so when the girl joined, she easily stood out. She was a tall (very tall) dark beauty, who spoke little English. And when she did, her English had a thick accent that was clearly not ‘Nairobian’ (you can always tell a Nairobian by his speech).

From the little we got from her, we understood she was from Sudan and had fled the civil war. She was one of the lucky ones to have made it out of the country alive. As she told her story, we learnt that she and her brother had trekked from Sudan to the Kenyan border and found settlement in one of Kenya’s refugee camps. It was a horrific experience, she said. She and her brother had no idea what had happened to the rest of the family.

The girl had made it to our school courtesy of an NGO that had identified her potential while at the camp, and pledged to sponsor her education. With that second chance at life, she was determined to carve a great future for herself. That was over 20 years ago. I don’t know where she is today, but I know she completed high school. With the kind of determination she had, I have no doubt that she created a great future for herself.

The reason I’ve remembered that girl from high school is because I have read the story of Sarah, which I will share with you today.

18 year-old Sarah* is from Upper Nile, South Sudan. She has lived in Kule refugee camp in Gambella, Ethiopia, since 2014. Her story is like that of many other refugees –just like the girl I knew from high school. Sarah was separated from her family as they fled the conflict in their country. Travelling to Gambella from South Sudan was a grueling journey for Sarah, who has a physical disability. She was lucky to have her grandmother with her but to date, she still doesn’t know what became of her brothers, sisters and the rest of the family.

“It greatly pains me. My heart is filled with constant worry as not a minute goes by without me thinking about my dear ones. Everything back home in South Sudan got destroyed, and I don’t know about the whereabouts of my family. It is a very bad situation to be in.”

It took she and her grandmother a grueling five days to reach their destination, passing through harsh and dangerous terrain.

“It was horrible. We saw many people get kidnapped, raped and others killed. It was bad,” Sarah says. Thankfully, she and her grandmother arrived at the Kule refugee camp in Gambella in one piece. She was more than relived. But just for a minute.

Sarah’s relief was cut short when just after spending a short while at the camp, she was raped. And while still trying to come to terms with the traumatic sexual assault experience, she found out she had conceived from it. Could life get any more difficult for the already traumatized, emotionally and physically exhausted teenager with a physical disability?

Nine months later, Sarah gave birth to a baby boy. Thankfully, while at the camp, her salvation came through Plan International –one of the NGOs working in Gambella. Through Plan, Sarah was able to receive psychosocial support which has helped her deal with some of the trauma she’s gone through ever since she left the comfort of her home in South Sudan.

Aside from that, she was able to receive a few necessities from them such as a blanket, mattress, and a hygiene kit. They also visited the baby and monitored his progress. Plan also linked Sarah to other organizations within the camp where they were able to access food and other nutritious supplies. Refreshingly, Sarah is comforted by the fact that her child will also receive an education, because Plan International has constructed a school at the camp. But even more importantly, she plans to enroll in a school at the refugee camp, because she desires to continue with her education. Sarah is optimistic about her future and that of her three-month old son, and she is taking it one day at a time.

 The reason I am talking about Sarah today is because I believe that she can achieve her dreams. Just like the girl from my high school, I do know that there are many refugee children who go on to succeed in life because of the assistance of others.

This week, as we celebrate the Day of the African Child, with the theme being children in crisis situations, we remember teenagers like Sarah, who become mothers while they are still children themselves. Mothers who do not have the same privileges that we do. Mothers who became mothers out of no choice of their own. Let us think about their children who don’t have the kind of privileges that ours have. But yet, life has to go on.

Let us lend a hand of support where we can.

*Name changed for child protection purposes. 

Meet Hijarbie, the Hijab-Wearing Barbie Doll

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I’m sure Barbie needs no introduction to you. But the doll that you probably haven’t met, is Hijarbie – the hijab-wearing Barbie. Hijarbie is the creation of a young 24 year-old Nigerian Muslim woman, Haneefah Adam.

Haneefah, who has a Masters degree in Pharmacology, got the idea of creating a hijab-wearing Barbie because of her desire to see Barbie dressed in something that she – Haneefah – would actually wear – as a Muslim girl/woman. She wanted to see young girls grow up knowing that they could still look good and stunning while covered up. Modesty in dolls, was her aim. In addition, Haneefah wanted people, and especially young girls, to grow appreciating diversity.

Haneefah makes the dresses and hijabs herself, with some of her inspiration drawn from the style of popular Muslim fashion bloggers like Habiba Da Silva and Leena Asad. When she began making Hijarbies early this year, there were no dark-skinned Hijarbies. But it’s now good to see that she’s managed to overcome this barrier.

Haneefah Adam, creator of Hijarbie.
Haneefah Adam, creator of Hijarbie.

I’m not sure if they are available in Kenya yet, but if they are, I would sure love to get one for myself! I think black Hijarbie looks so adorable, plus Haneefah’s message of diversity is absolutely clear. Which we need in Kenya, to be very honest. We need to accept our own diversity: religion, tribe, skin color, political affiliation, TRIBE, and all those other things that divide us. May God intervene for Kenya.

See some photos of Hijarbie, courtesy of Hijarbie on Instagram.  

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