Milo and Me: A part of my post partum journey

I am a person with very few or negligible number of OCDs. I am flexible that way but a bit fussy with food. I do have my pet hate vegetables and I am sure vegetarian. Other than that I am pretty laid back in habits..
I am unsure whether its normal to pick up a new one before or post pregnancy. In my case I definitely picked up a new OCD after my second daughter was born.
I live in Malaysia currently and it’s very famous for its Milo consumption. Most hospitals serve it to patients as it easy to digest, yummy to taste and gives you some energy too. You have kiosks selling hot and cold Milo like coffee, every small or big restaurant have it in their beverage menu, every market stall will have a dedicated Milo stall and much more. In spite of that we never really were Milo drinking family. Very rarely if there is no suitable drink available we would order Milo so we can share with toddler.
Little did I know that post delivery I would drink Milo like water.
My surgery happened at around 5.30pm and the first meal I was given a mug Milo at night time. I was so hungry and thirsty that I drank it all up thankfully.
The nurse told Me I would be given next meal (breakfast) at 6.30 am. I was looking forward to it. In my drowsy state I forgot I was not in India and I thought it would hot steaming idlis. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚.. So when she brought the tray I was heart broken. It was silly of me to expect it ๐Ÿ˜ as the hospital was not run by Indians nor they allowed outside food except for light porridge from home. So the food they gave was a few easy-to-digest crackers (biscuit) and big mug of hot Milo. I gulped it down happily as I was hungry. I was Informed later that as patient in executive ward I was entitled to unlimited Milo n biscuits…
That is where me n Milo connected. My journey with Milo started as the only meal on offer and continued to become my go-for beverage all the time. I must have had at least 10 mugs in the two days I was at the hospital. The first thing I missed after coming home was the Milo mug which I could get with a press of a buzzer. It became a routine once I expressed my desire to have milo that I replace coffee with Milo in the morning. My days started with Milo and later continued with more n more mugs of Milo. I m amazed at myself because I cant truthfully say if it’s my favourite drink now or is it just a OCD. May be it makes me feel better or full.
Whenever I feel like drinking something hot I go for Milo or when I need to feel full or after I nursed the baby or at night after dinner before I try to catch a wink.
I know that the day I leave this addiction I may never touch it again. My relation with Milo is so complicated and unclear. I find it hilarious that I drink it innumerable number of times and I may have used the word milo in the post today in the same way.

I may Now go and grab another mug after posting this as I feel tired writing about it.. Need a boost of energy. ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜‚

*kindly note this is not a review or recommendation post. I used to like horlicks but looking at sugar contents I stopped it ages ago. I m hoping to get over this soon too.

If you are a big fan of Milo then you must visit Malaysia as you get so many drinks and dishes that have Milo in them. They are served almost everywhere. To name a few there is one that’s mixed with ice and known as “Ice Milo/Milo Ice.. You also get a drink known as Milo Dinosaur which is basically Hot/Cold Milo with generous heaps of Milo powder sprinkled on top. You also get Milo Godzilla which is addition of whipped cream on top of the glass of Milo. The drink Neslo is marriage of Nescafe and Milo. Apart from these Milo is used as sweetner in Thosai (dosa) and rotis in mamak stalls.

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2 thoughts on “Milo and Me: A part of my post partum journey

  1. What a wonderfully written piece Vidya. I may now have to visit Malaysia just to have a big mug of MILO!! ๐Ÿ™‚
    Keep writing!
    Asha

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