Hot Asian Mom: Loving Moms 2

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I was always told what happened in confinement, so during my pregnancy I was sure that I would be fine as mum would be there. I understand the emotional restraint aspect-African Americans practice something similar, we do a lot of "bootstrap" pulling, not taking time to focus on how we feel, deciding instead to just "get over it.

At the same time, I was stressed because my mom seemed to be watching my every move, not giving me space to learn to be a mother on my own. Some of the restrictions for the first month, such as not leaving the house, might aggravate postpartum depression. Also, I completely know what you mean about the Asian culture being open to "alternative medicines" but skeptical about modern medicine. Our Missing Hearts showed me the mom I need to be—necessarily political, fiercely truthful, fearless to act. When I was pregnant with my first child, I received all the standard prenatal care: frequent OB visits, lab tests, and ultrasounds.MailOnline remarked “Some of the mothers look so similar to their daughters it is difficult to tell them apart and instead they look like sisters. Everything you see today is built by Asians, for Asians to help amplify our voices globally and support each other. Thank you for the time you have spent with us on the platform and for giving us the opportunity to bring a little bit of joy into your life. While American Pie has made the idea of a MILF (you can look that term up if you don’t know it) a run-on joke since the 90’s, China seems to take this concept very seriously. This may sound insensitive, but Asian cultures value emotional restraint rather than emotional expression, counter to Western cultural values, which may lead an Asian woman to believe she should just hide her depression or anxiety.

This defiance in the face of my own negativity is something I’ve been practicing for a few months now.

The ’90s was her heyday, when Amy Tan’s The Joy Luck Club (1989) took the literary world, and then Hollywood, by storm. I needed her after my daughter’s traumatic birth, I needed her when I wasn’t sure if I had postpartum depression, I needed her when I doubted my ability to look after my captivatingly precious but astoundingly fragile baby. Then one day, my baby woke me from a nap with her crying, and a sinking feeling immediately washed over me. I thought I was disappointing her when I caved in after two days and took a shower, and I felt anxious asking for her “permission” to leave my own house when I couldn’t stand being trapped indoors anymore.

Gently, tenderly, it forced me to reexamine the racism I’d witnessed during the pandemic and to follow it through to its terrifying conclusion. As a second-generation immigrant teen immersed in white culture, I was baffled by my Asian family—my grandmother’s harrowing war stories, my mother’s laser focus on achievement.

I’m Korean-American and I couldn’t stand having my Mom stay with us after I give birth– So thank God she still works! It's kind of her way to be a bit guarded and constantly second-guess herself if she's somehow intruding. Shanghiist shared the same discomfort and agreed that it was often very difficult to tell who was the child and who was the mother. However, I wasn’t worried about the immediate postpartum period because my mother would be living with us for five weeks after I gave birth. Hearing that honestly just upsets me because I only drink ice water– I gag at the thought of room temp water, let alone trying to drink hot water or tea when I’m super thirsty.