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“When Safari First Stood on His Own at Two Years, We Danced all Day!” -Tata Nimmo

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An educational learning material piece.

We have been reading from Tata Nimmo about their journey of raising a child with special needs. Six year-old Safari has Cerebral Palsy (CP), which was diagnosed at the age of two years, with his mother and aunt tracing it back to an jaundice episode when he was a newborn.

Tata Nimmo has told us of the difficult journey that was accepting that they were raising a special needs child, and some of the challenges they have faced along the way. Tata Nimmo is a twin sister to Safari’s mum.

After having accepted Safari’s CP, Nimmo and her sister began the search for early intervention. Today, she tells us about the therapy they have accessed for Safari.

Finding therapy of Safari was a relief, and it was great progress. Finally, we were moving from the uncertainty about Safari’s condition into what seemed like an answer. It was the pediatrician at the Kiambu General Hospital where Safari had been diagnosed with mild CP who referred us to an occupational therapist.

Related: “Accepting that Safari is a Special Needs Child has not Been Easy” -Tata Nimmo.

But then, ‘Occupational therapist’ was a new term to us. What we had previously heard of was a physio-therapist, and in my view this is what Safari needed to strengthen his motor skills. But as the doctor explained to us, an Occupational therapist (OC) is different in the sense that he/she uses occupational therapy to develop, recover, or maintain the daily living and work skills of people with a physical, mental, or cognitive disorders.

Safari at one of the therapy sessions.
Safari at one of the therapy sessions.

When they talk of life skills: they teach them play therapy – how to socialize and play with other children, how to use toilet facilities – basically skills that come naturally to most children with little effort. But due to the delayed development of special needs children, some of these skills come later in life or they need to be taught, and at times, retaught.

Following the doctor’s advice, our first stop was the Kenya Institute of Special Education (KISE) – which had an in-house OC. However, they referred us to a children’s center within our estate that catered for children with Cerebral Palsy (CP). Interestingly, this was a place we passed through every day on our way home! We were thankful that it was not too far from us, as we had previously thought that a therapy place would be miles away from home.

Related: “New Mums, Don’t Ignore those Delayed Milestones” -Tata Nimmo.

The occupational therapy centre was a one storey building coated in all white paint, with a mural of children on wheelchairs receiving assistance from a doctor. The ground floor acted as a pre-school while the top floor hosted the therapy unit and some hostels for residential special needs children.

Marion, who was the Occupational Therapist at the centre was a tall, slender young woman, almost fragile you might say but her actions of pulling, and yanking at Safari’s hands and feet set him on a crying frenzy that threatened to bring the roof down. So I did what I always do; I asked questions as I told young Safari tales of us getting on an airplane (a wish that I know when I fulfill it, I will be his forever love:)).

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Safari

The occupational therapy included a massage which was done using olive oil, kneading and stretching of Safari’s bones, his learning to step aided by two long cylindrical poles, and at times he would push a cart around the hallways as we supervised him.

Safari would attend this therapy thrice a week. He would also see a speech therapist once a week. Eventually, we were referred to a consultant speech therapist, Dr. Elizabeth Kruger who has since left the country after twenty years here. She was one out of the four speech therapists in the country.

Dr. Kruger helped a courageous young lady called Maria (of The Njeri Maria Foundation) with her speech skills, and today, Maria is as eloquent as any other young person out there. She is quite an inspiration, and whenever I see her I know that Safari will be okay. Maria is a student at the Nazarene University and she is living her life to the fullest.

Along the way, as we spoke to other doctors and interacted with fellow parents, we decided to change therapy places, and we identified a place in Westlands. However, we did not have a good experience there and decided to move Safari again. Today, we take him to Therapy for Kids at the China Centre, and its working out well for all of us.

Safari receiving assistance during a therapy session.
Safari receiving assistance during a therapy session.

The thing we have learnt with therapy is to celebrate the milestones that Safari makes. After our first session of therapy, while at home, Safari stood up without support from anyone or anything. He was two years old then and he had never been able to stand on his own until then! Even though he stood for just a few seconds, we were very excited and danced around the house in jubilation. The mere act of this milestone was such an encouragement that we took him to therapy consistently until he was able to walk, without support. Today, Safari is our ‘errand boy’ where we even send him to run grocery errands, though we always watch from a distance.

Therapy is meant to give him as much independence as possible, and it is happening slowly, but we are grateful because Safari has indeed come a very long way. The thing with therapy is to never lose hope. I must say that it’s not an easy task as it calls for total commitment especially from all family members. The good thing is once you see the child’s progress and meet other parents who have been in the journey longer, and are still keeping on, it gives you the energy to keep moving.

Learning material for children.
Learning material for children.

These are the therapy tips I’d like to offer any parents or guardians raising special needs children:

  • Always involve your child in household activities. For example, allow them to help you pick the rice, colour separate the cloth pegs or any activity that helps their brain create logical thinking.
  • Don’t be overly concerned with what others think, but take any advantage to teach your child, be it on the highway, or even as you shop in the supermarket.
  • Give therapy a chance, CP is a lifelong condition. Access to early therapy makes all the difference.

Thanks Tata Nimmo for sharing your encouraging journey. For more experiences by Kenyan mums and dads, follow Mummy Tales on Facebook and Twitter.

 *Educational learning material photos from Funtimes Educational Toys.

[Photos] My Day at the Nairobi Fashion Market

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Last Saturday afternoon, my friend Ninda and I decided to head over to the Nairobi Fashion Market to ‘see’ what goes on there. And see we saw. We saw a bevy of beauties and lots of lovely outfits and bags. And shoes and jewelry.

With my lens, I captured the ladies and the outfits that caught my eye, and I share them with you below. But first, let me give my fashion mwitu analysis of my observations. I noticed that there were lots of ladies baring their mid-riffs. In my days we called them ‘tumbo-cuts‘, I don’t know what they are called nowadays. There was also lots of lace outfits -especially the tops, most of which were black in color. The ladies then had black bra’s underneath and that’s it. To pull that off trust me you need to have NO pot.

I also noticed that there were lots of kitenge skirts -the ones with a fat waist band. Some of them were long while some of them were short skirts. Interestingly, many of the ladies who wore these skirts did so with sneakers. That’s a new trend I guess?

So anyway, enjoy the photos.

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Ann Muchiri of Tribal Trendz with her designs.

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Designer Cheruto Chebichii at her stand.
Designer Cheruto Chebichii at her stand.

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The lovely Juliet Ntalo of Chefammel Designs. I totally love her outfits.
The lovely Juliet Ntalo of Chefammel Designs. I totally love her outfits.
Catherine Wangari and Ciru Muriuki
Catherine Wangari and Ciru Muriuki
Carol Yebei of Fashion Spot Boutique in Wood Avenue, Kilimani.
Carol Yebei of Fashion Spot Boutique in Wood Avenue, Kilimani.
Eunice Omito of Suzie Beauty.
Eunice Omito of Suzie Beauty.

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It was a nice event, full of lots of beautiful ladies, some men, a good band, some good food, some warm coffee and some good laughs with my friend Ninda. Definitely an event that was worth my time :). See a few more photos on the Mummy Tales Facebook page here.

Baby Ivern

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Faith Ameso never imagined this is how her first-time motherhood experience would be. But well, this is the situation she has found herself in; her son’s illness, a condition that has baffled not only her, but medics too. If in a position to, please see what you can do to help this mum in need of our support. See her contact details below.

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ELizabeth Muema: Crocheting for Cancer is My Ministry

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Elizabeth Museo Muema is the founder of Crochet Kenya. The 33 year-old is a Public Relations professional and has been married for eight years. She and her husband are blessed with two daughters. She tells us more about Crotchet Kenya.

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Maryanne: What is Crotchet Kenya all About?

Liz: Crochet Kenya is a community-based organization. It was founded on the basis of donating chemo caps to cancer patients in hospital –both adults and children. The caps are intended to make patients feel warm and loved as they go through chemotherapy. The hats also act as accessories to female patients whose hair is falling or has already fallen off, and who feel that they need some cover up.

Maryanne: Who Makes up Crotchet Kenya?

Liz: Crochet Kenya has membership of 38 people; 35 women and 3 men. 25 of these women have skills in crotcheting and they volunteer to crochet for our donations cause. Since starting our operations a year ago -in September 2014, we have so far crocheted and donated over 500 chemo hats. We have donated twice to Kenyatta National Hospital’s children’s ward, and twice –in partnership with the Faraja Cancer support center. We donate based on how fast we make items for donation.

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Maryanne: How and Where did it all Start?

Liz: The idea started off when I was pregnant with my second born. I was soul searching and asking God what it was that I could do to give Him glory that is in line with my talents. While doing so, I started buying yarn in local shops, knitting needles and hooks, with the intention of making baby items for my coming baby.

During the pregnancy, I was put on total bed rest for three weeks and during that time, I had all time to knit. However, I soon abandoned after I realized it was too slow and I just couldn’t read patterns anyway. So I tried to crochet and surprised myself when I found it to be super-fast and plus I was also able to easily read patterns! I researched and read free pattern designs via YouTube and I found out that I could make a dress, booties and hairbands.

When my baby was born in March 2014, she would wear the items I had made for her, which I would also share with my friends on Facebook. Somewhere along the way, I saw online groups and crochet clubs that were giving back to community. They were crocheting and raising funds for HIV, for heart disease, for premature babies, for cancer patients and other such ventures.

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So I shared the idea with my husband David Muema who suggested I register it as a community-based organization, then share the concept with my family and friends and hopefully build membership from there. Registration was also important because we wanted to ensure we were legitimate in our cause. My husband helped me understand the value of keeping a project sustainable and not always going deep into our pocket or joint account to fund the program because it is expensive.

I prayed about it and my heart settled at crocheting to donate to cancer patients, especially children in hospitals. I then registered the community-based organization at the DC’s office in Ngong. Then I started crocheting. My sister and friend soon joined me.

In September 2014, we gave our first donation -45 hats. By October, we realized we needed more help to ensure we had more hats to donate. Then more and more ladies started calling to donate yarn and others to volunteer in crocheting the hats. Today, we have over 30 volunteers. Some are donors of yarn, packaging material, and marketers of group. But majority just crochet for donation.

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Most of these volunteers are working mothers with very busy schedules but hooked to crocheting as their way of unwinding and relaxing (crocheting helps relieve stress). So they just sacrifice and create time for the group. Crochet Kenya would not be where we are without these ladies. God put this idea together and brought the right people to support me. We need to remember the sick in hospitals, widowed and helpless.

Maryanne: How do you Fund your Activities?

Liz: Within our group we have sponsors. They sponsor yarn, packaging material, printed cards, cloth logo labels etc. However, our main funding initiative is the crochet items we sell, which include; baby sweaters, blankets, dresses, booties, shawls, ponchos, adult scarves, hats, toilet/bathroom sets, afghans, house slippers, blouses and many more. 70 percent of the sales go to Crochet Kenya while the volunteer keeps 30 percent.

Maryanne: Where does Crotchet Kenya Operate From?

Liz: We all work from our homes. Crochet Kenya has no employee as we’re all volunteers. What we do is set targets. For example, 10 days ago we started the 40 hats and 40 verses in 40 days challenge. As Christians, this is meant to help us remember what our cause is and pray for strength for ourselves and for those to whom we are donating the chemo hats to, that they may receive God’s healing.

We meet every two months to package the hats and teach each other new stitches and designs. Most of us are Christians and prayerful women. For many of us, and especially me, this is a Ministry.

Museo and her two daughters.
Museo and her two daughters.
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Museo with her husband.

Maryanne: You’re a Mum of Two Beautiful Girls. Tell us a Little about Your Motherhood Experience.  

Liz: Motherhood has taught me to be careful of children’s feelings, to be patient, to forgive and the ability to have so much love. I can say that from the moment you give birth, it’s like there is something that is birthed in you to grow up and be responsible for little hearts.

Sometimes though motherhood is not easy and if not careful, it can break you, especially the pressures of being ‘perfect mum’. However, I have discovered that there is the reassurance that nothing is new under the sun and that God is there to help you be a good mum.

Above all, I have chosen to have fun with my girls no matter what. So, we play together, we dance all the time to kid’s songs and hold campfires. Oh, and we also draw all the time. As a parent, I can tell my fellow parents that what you do with your children makes all the difference for you and them.

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Maryanne: Thank you Museo for your time and kudos for the good work you are doing.

Email: crochetkenyacbo@gmail.com Facebook: Crotchet Kenya

Are you a woman who is giving back to society, or do you know of one who is? We would like to feature you or her, as the story might inspire someone else to do the same. Email me on maryanne@mummytales.com and I’ll get back to you.

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See also: Maryanne Kariuki of the A & J Initiative, started following her difficult pregnancy with twins Avie and Jamie Mwanyota.

See also: Shamim Okolloh: It is my Mission to Help Girls in My Old School (Kaimosi Girls) Get an Education

See also: Makena Barasa: Salon Magazine’s Editor with a Passion for Giving Back

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crotchet_Kenya_6Thanks to reader Maureen Danielle who emailed me about Liz’s noble initiative and further introduced me to her.

6 Easy and Quick Ways to Style Your Box Braids

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Now, if you are like me who loves box braids but yet you have no idea how to style them other than the usual ponytail (sigh), here are some style ideas that you can check out -from blogger Chanel Boateng.

Definitely some good inspiration which I’ll try out once my hair has gotten enough growth and I’m ready to braid.

The Fashionable Kids: Tyrell and Jason (and their dad)

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Jackson ‘Meja’ Wanjohi is dad to two adorable boys, who grace our ‘Kids Fashion Style’ section today. Tyrell is 10 years old while his brother Jason is 7 years old.

MT: What is Your Boys’ Fashion Sense Like?

JW: My younger son is the one with swag and is very particular with his dressing and conscious about how he looks (this baffles me sometimes). His older brother on the other hand doesn’t really care, fashion is not his thing. As long as he’s well dressed, then he’s good to go!

MT: Do they ever get to Wear Matching Outfits?

JW: They don’t wear matching outfits (too much sibling rivalrly lol). Besides, they each have their own different personalities evidently displayed in their choice of outfits. Like I mentioned, the younger boy is quite particular about his look.

However, sometimes we all get to wear the same look, like this time when we all wore grey winter jackets and black pants.

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MT: How is it raising them?

JW: Tyrell and Jason are good kids and I feel blessed to have them in my life. However, they are growing up so fast! So what I do is try to spend as much time as possible with them, while instilling good values in them. I want them to grow up to be responsible men. I treasure every moment I spend with them.

MT: Thanks Meja for sharing. Your boys are so handsome!

Also read: The Fashionable Kid: Sanaa

The Fashionable Kid: Leo Simiyu

The Fashionable Kids: Serena and Baraka

Do you like do dress your kids fashionably too? Share with us on maryanne@mummytales.com

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House Helps in Kenya: “How My Housegirl Confessed to Being Under the Attack of Evil Spirits.”

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Hi moms, today, I want to share with you the story of one mom who wrote to me. The experience is a bit chilling. Here it goes: 

“Hi Maryanne, I’m a new mom to a four-month-old girl and I came home to a disturbing revelation yesterday that I hope you will share with fellow readers as my experience can help save someone.

When I got my house girl, I was lucky to find someone patient enough to look after my daughter. I had no qualms about her and I also liked how she was respectful to me, my hubby and all our visitors. I really can’t say that I had any major problem with her. That was until yesterday evening.

We were together in the kitchen preparing dinner when she said that she wanted to talk to me; that she was suffering and couldn’t hold it anymore. The first thing that came to my mind was that she wanted to leave. However, that was not it and what she confessed has left me in shock till now.

She said:

“Aunt, I’m not okay. I’ve been suffering from evil spirits and now they are too much for me to control.

 

Every night, a woman comes to me and starts talking to me, then in the middle of the night I hear voices in my bedroom of people talking and a baby crying.

 

I feel like I don’t have any energy left in me, for the spirits have drained it all. I keep seeing these spirits place my father in a coffin ready to bury him.

 

Also, my friend who passed away last year keeps coming to me when I’m seated in the living room with your baby or when I’m cooking. She keeps urging me to go back with her.

 

Aunt, I’m very disturbed and I’m very afraid of what I can do.”

Her words left me completely dumbfounded. These are things I only hear about in Afrosinema and for a minute I thought she was joking. But when I looked at her face and saw how serious she was, I knew she was not kidding.

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I started shaking and felt like collapsing because in my mind I was thinking about my baby and what she could have done to her or had already done to her. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to scream, I felt as though I was going crazy. I actually wanted to strangle her, but at the same time grateful that she had decided to confess. I was very confused, but amidst all that, I just kept praying that no harm had befallen my daughter.

I rushed to my baby, picked her up and just started praying and declaring that she is blessed and no harm/evil can come her way. Meanwhile, the housegirl was just standing there looking at me. I looked at her and it was as though I was looking at a complete stranger, someone I could hardly recognize. There she was, looking very different, looking unperturbed, unmoved, and completely emotionless. It was an icy look. One that completely scared me.

I then went and locked myself and my baby in my bedroom, all the while praying and calling on the name of Jesus. I called my hubby and my mum and asked them to rush home. Mum, in turn, called one of the church elders and a deacon.

Spirits in her Family

When they arrived, they asked my help what was going on. My house girl confessed that those spirits have been disturbing her sister and basically her whole family for a very long time. We then prayed and reversed every plan of the devil in my baby’s life, in our marriage, in our home, and asked God to come dwell and protect and cover us with his blood. We also prayed for her, though I told her to pack her bags and leave with the first bus in the morning.

Related: Mums with Daughters, how is your Girl Washed? Learn from my Experience 

She is gone now, but I cannot help but worry myself sick.

I wonder if I’d overlooked things because of late she had been sleeping too much and whenever I instructed her to do something, she would just stare back at me. Maybe I would have picked it up earlier when she told me that back home a lot of people don’t want her to progress, or when she said that her neighbours practice witchcraft. Could she have been trying to tell me something but I ignored? Could my ignorance have caused this thing to go this far? Why did I not pay more serious attention when I noticed a change in her behavior? What could I have done differently to prevent all this from befalling my family especially my baby whom she at times spent the whole day alone with?

Am I to Blame?

I really blame myself for failing to see the signs even if I don’t know what to look for when you want to find out if one is possessed. Please tell mothers out there never to overlook anything they are told. And to always go with their instincts. I learned it the worst way possible. I would rather now be called petty and nosy but I will investigate everything about anyone who is in contact with my baby without fail regardless of what it’s going to cost me.

Also, make sure you pray for protection and bless your baby and family and home. While I am thankful that nothing bad has happened to my daughter and that God was gracious enough to reveal all this to me, I am still deeply disturbed and worried, but I’m just praying for my baby girl.” -END.

Related: The Day I Found Out my Housegirl was HIV Positive

Wow! What an experience! So that is the story of this mum, who is not at a very good place right now. Any words of encouragement you’d like to share with this distraught mum? Has something like this ever happened to you or someone you know? How did you/did they deal with it? We could all learn.

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“Accepting that Safari is a Special Needs Child has not Been Easy” -Tata Nimmo

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 Last we heard from Tata Nimmo, she was introducing herself to us, and also introducing her six-year old nephew Safari. Safari is the firstborn child of Tata Nimmo’s twin sister, and the sisters –having grown up very close, still enjoy the same kind of relationship today –enough to make Tata Nimmo feel as though Safari is her own child too. Tata Nimmo talked about Safari’s diagnosis with Cerebral Palsy (CP) at the age of two years, the lessons learnt and pieces of advice on the same.

Read: “New Mums, Don’t Ignore those Delayed Milestones” -Tata Nimmo.

 Today, Tata Nimmo talks about the fears they felt after finding out they were raising a child with special needs, and the struggle to accept that this condition is a lifelong one; one that that they would have to learn to cope with. Safari is now six years old.

 When Safari was four years-old, we got a new addition to the family –his baby sister Maua –who is quite a cheeky little mouse at two years old. They are best of friends -well most of the times.

Watching Maua grow and develop into the beautiful girl that she is continues to bring back memories of Safari at the same age. At two years old, his speech was only comprehensible to we his family, and we often we had to explain to people what he was saying, with most looking at us funny, wondering why a big boy like him still talked ‘gibberish’, or why he had to walk between his mother and I, or why we still carried him on our backs.

We only explained to those that had time to listen. Some people were sympathetic, while others took their time to share with us stories of people they know who had children whose condition was worse, at times laced with horrid tales of mothers hiding such children in their homes. We heard of many such stories in the neighborhood and at the hospital where we would take Safari for his therapy sessions. But for those who understood his condition, they applauded us for taking him with us and not hiding him in the house.

Amid all this, we were struggling to accept that his Cerebral Palsy was going to be with him; with us, for the rest of his life. It was slowly sinking that it was not something Safari would outgrow, and there was no miracle cure anywhere. We just had to face life for the reality that it was. It certainly wasn’t easy for his mum. There she was, a single mum, with a special needs child. She had no choice but to be strong, somehow.

Tata Nimmo and Safari enjoying a game of tug-of-war during an outing.
Tata Nimmo and Safari enjoying a game of tug-of-war during an outing.

Interestingly, from our interactions with other mums of children with Cerebral Palsy, we have noticed that many are single mums –most having been abandoned after diagnosis. The few men I have spotted in school meetings, therapy sessions or CP-related activities are to be lauded because many find it hard to deal with the issues surrounding raising a child with special needs. I can tell you for sure that without the necessary support, raising a child with disability can be one difficult journey.

Safari’s mum has a strong supportive network around her, from our mum, myself and our kid sister. We all continue to play a big role in supporting her, something we have done ever since he was born. From babysitting, to taking him for therapy, to outings, to helping him with his homework (he is in an integrated school), to financial support; we have all done our best to be there.

When it comes to school, there have been challenges too. We have had to change schools and have sit-downs with teachers and children who play with him to try and include him in their activities and not stigmatize or isolate him.

But to be honest, the journey to ‘acceptance’ is a bumpy one. It has its joys and setbacks and I don’t know if one ever gets to that point of being ‘okay’. You simply just handle it one day at a time as you allow yourself to celebrate every milestone.

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My advise to parents of special needs children?

Make the child feel as part of the family and allow him to live as normal a life as he/she can. Take your child to outings, yes people will stare, but then again they always do, and that should not deter you.

“Breastfeeding Didn’t Come as Easy as I Thought!” -Diaspora Mum Ann Wanjiku (Germany)

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Last we heard from our guest writer -diaspora mum Ann Wanjiku, she let us in on the differences in naming a baby in Kenya and in Germany. Today, she shares about something that is quite common with all new mums -breastfeeding challenges! She tells us exactly how that went, and how she handled it. Her son is now nine months. Here’s more from Ann.

Immediately after my baby was born, he was not put on my breast to latch because he was too sleepy. He then went on to sleep through the night until the following day. The midwife was quick to inform me that baby was fine, since he was already satisfied from the amniotic fluid. When he woke up the following day, the midwife on duty helped me to latch the baby on my breast. But it didn’t go as easy as I had thought for when he tried to suckle, I realized I didn’t have any milk. I thought that milk came automatic after giving birth but that was not the case with me. Also during my pregnancy no milk came out from my breasts as it happens with other women.

Related: Naming a Baby in Germany and in Kenya: The differences. 

Since I intended to breastfeed, the baby wasn’t given any formula milk. He was instead given an electrolyte solution via syringe feeding. The midwives usually came to feed him every four hours. Meanwhile, I would be engaged in attempts to stimulate milk production with the assistance of a breast pump. I would pump every four hours which was the same time the midwives would feed the baby. Using the breast pump was very uncomfortable but I had to get through it because I had made up my mind that I wanted to breastfeed.

Latching Problems

Eventually on the second day I started producing colostrum, which wasn’t a lot. It was then mixed with the electrolyte solution and fed to the baby. After another four hours I pumped again and this time the colostrum was a substantial amount. We decided that for the next feed I would try again to latch the baby with the midwife’s assistance. The baby wasn’t latching properly so she asked me to try different nursing positions. She told me that to know that a baby is really suckling well, one has to look at the baby’s ear, which should be moving slightly up and down as the baby drinks from the breast. Also to confirm whether the baby was indeed drinking, he was weighed before I nursed him and also after. This was repeated on three different nursing sessions. And indeed there was difference between his weight before and after nursing.

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The reason I choose this hospital where Pumpkin was born was because it is a certified pro-breastfeeding hospital meaning that mothers who deliver in that hospital and want to breastfeed will be assisted. It aslo means that midwives make sure that at least the baby is latching and drinking well before being released.

Painful Breastfeeding

Breastfeeding was painful and I would wince everytime the baby would latch. However, my momfriends had already warned me that in the beginning breastfeeding is hard and painful. Even though the baby was drinking well, he still had to learn how to latch properly.  My nipples became sore and cracked. My left breast was really affected that it became engorged and was also was bleeding. During the home visits my midwife told me to feed the baby on that breast anyway so as to avoid getting mastitis. She told me to get a gel for my wounds from the chemist and this gel worked wonders. After using it for two days my sore nipples were healed.

Related: My Birthing Experience in a German Hospital

My midwife also informed me that one doesn’t have to have leaking breasts for the baby to be satisfied. I was advised to just latch the baby as often as possible i.e. feeding him as per his cues. The hardest part was nursing every 2-3 hours day and night. The midwife told me that it was normal for newborns to nurse frequently since milk went quickly through their digestive system. After one week, baby had added 500grams and  the midwife was satisfied with his progress.

Helpful Breastfeeding Products

The products I used for nipple care at home were Lansinoh nipple cream, mumplast (gel) pads from the chemist for wound and bleeding nipples. On days that I stayed at home I used reuseable nursing pads that I would wash and hang out to dry. I used disposable nursing pads when I left the house.

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Multi-Mam gel pads and Lansinoh nipple cream
Reusable nursing pads (left) and disposable ones on the right.
Reusable nursing pads (left) and disposable ones on the right.
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My nursing pillow.

While nursing my diet was similar to the one that I observed during pregnancy. Contrary to nutrition habits of a lactating mother in Kenya, where a mother really enjoys sorghum porridge, black beans (njahi) and home made bone soups my diet consisted of  oats with linseeds and wheat bran for breakfast, cheese, teas like fennel and anise teas and lots of fluids including lots of water. I was also advised to continue taking folic acid supplements.

Oats with Linseed and Wheat bran
Oats with Linseed and Wheat bran
Linseed at the top and wheat bran at the bottom.
Linseed at the top and wheat bran at the bottom.
Teas that I drink now that I'm nursing: herbal teas containing Fennel, Anise, Cumin
Teas that I drink: herbal teas containing Fennel, Anise, Cumin.

So that has been my breastfeeding experience as a first-time-mum. What was your experience like? Any similarities with mine by any chance?

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The Day I Lost my Son in a Shopping Mall

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Have you ever lost your child in a public place? How did that happen? Well, I recently did, and I will tell you exactly how that happened.

I had taken my boys -4 year old Kitty and 2 year-old Ello out for lunch in a shopping mall. We were together with my aunt. After the meal, I decided that we pass by the supermarket within the mall to grab some stuff before heading home. When through with the shopping, we went over to the lift area to wait for one going down to the basement parking.

It so happened that Ello, who was in those shopping carts that are modelled in the form of a car suddenly started fidgeting and insisting he wanted out of the cart –yet just a few minutes before all he wanted was to be in the cart.

Meanwhile, my aunt was busy chatting with Kitty. But as Ello became more agitated and began showing great discomfort, I decided to unbuckle him out of the cart and to do so, I needed to offload some of the luggage I was carrying onto my aunt. I did so, and now I carried Ello in my arms as we continued waiting for the lift down.

After receiving my luggage, my aunt continued talking to Kitty but alas!!! Next thing I heard was a loud shriek from her. Kitty was nowhere to be seen! Goodness gracious! How? In between me transferring my luggage to her and unbuckling Ello, Kitty had vanished! All that couldn’t have been more than two seconds. I suddenly felt a powerful gush of water fill my stomach. I panicked. My heart pounded so fast and loud, I thought it would pop out of my chest.

I cast my eyes far and wide, but my son was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t understand how it was possible that in less than five seconds, a child had completely disappeared from sight. Frantic, I passed Ello over to my aunt and began pacing up and down the mall like a mad woman, stopping everybody and asking them if they had seen my son. None of them had. They didn’t even know what he looked like.

As I continued frantically searching for Kitty, one lady who had been standing with us at the lift area suddenly remembered seeing a little boy get into the lift, but she wasn’t sure if he was the one I was looking for.

Grateful for the ‘lead’, I remembered that the lifts at the mall are transparent and one can keep track of its movements up and down while seeing the people inside it. I then quickly skid over to the opposite side of the lifts to get a good view, holding my breath, praying fervently, hoping to see my little boy inside. I looked up. Kitty wasn’t in any of the lifts. I looked again, stretching my neck from side to side, tiptoeing and even squatting to get a clear view, but Kitty was nowhere to be seen. I felt my heart drop down and sink into the depths of my belly. Dear God, no. No God. Please Jesus, no. I was feeling cold and hot at the same time, shivering with cold and sweating with heat. My boy had disappeared without a trace. I was running out of breath.

Then a security guard tapped my shoulder and pointed up to the lift saying: “na huyo sio ka kijana kadogo naona kwa hiyo lift?” (Isn’t that a little boy inside the lift?)

I looked up. I saw Kitty. Tears filled my eyes and I felt weak in the knees. I was thrilled. There was my Kitty, his hand in some lady’s hand. The lift was coming down. I began shouting his name and waving at him. Thankfully he saw me and waved back. Yes God, yes. Thank you Jesus I muttered beneath my breath.

I skidded back to the lift area and stood at the door and when it finally opened, Kitty dived into my arms.

Kitty-and-mum

Turns out that the lady who was holding his hand had been standing with us at the lift area and who, thankfully, had been headed to the topmost floor (3rd floor). While in the lift, she’d noticed that Kitty had no guardian with him and appeared confused as people alighted on each floor. Because she had taken notice of us at the lift area where we were all standing together, she suspected we must have disconnected somewhere with him. She then held his hand and after everybody had gotten off their floors, she pressed the lift down and safely delivered him to me. Friends, I tell you angels still exist in this world. They are right here in our Kenya. I thanked her profusely. She was a young lady, about 23 – 25 years old. May the Lord bless her abundantly and may she prosper in all that she does.

So what happened is that as the lifts opened as we were waiting to go down to the basement, most of the people in the waiting area were going up and somehow, Kitty simply followed them in amidst the commotion. It happened to be precisely at that very moment –the two miniscule seconds that my eyes were fixated on Ello and lifting him out of the shopping cart, while my aunt’s attention was on the luggage I was handing over to her, that my Kitty got into the lift. He thought we had gotten in so he simply ‘followed us’ in. Woooiii!

By the way, the entire episode –between losing him and getting him back –happened in just about three minutes though to me it appeared as though it was a whole 24 hours. Those minutes were looong! Weeeh reke ngwire!

For about three days after that, I was like a zombie, scared of venturing out with my sons or if I did, I held their hands all the time. I almost chained them to myself or carried them in my handbag. I spent three days and nights thinking of all the ‘what-ifs’ about the situation. Trust me, I explored all the possible scenarios that could have happened, each time panicking more and more, sweating and drinking mouthfuls of water to relax me.

It’s God, I tell you.

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And that is my story of how I lost my son in a shopping mall. Have you or someone you know ever gone through a similar experience? How did it happen? Did it end well?

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