Wednesday, October 12, 2016

Love #1

#babytrisyia is still sleepy 



born Nur Batrisyia on May 3rd, 2015 thru emergency c-section. her birth story is one i'll never get tired telling again and again. probably because it is my first experience ha ha ha


ok. where do i start? shortly before eh?


so, #babytristyia was 7 days overdue from the date she was expected to pop out. honestly mommy expected a painful but beautiful natural birth, alas, my lil princess just wanted to stay cozy inside her nest -_-" . after the last check-up, and still no sign of her making her way out, so the doctors gave me another 7 days to wait. if she's still given no sign, i'll have to be induced. oh, the horror of even thinking that! all mamas & mommies, papa & babah, atuk, nenek, opah, said were:


"she wants to share the same birthday with (insert a name)". it seems like we have a few family members born in April. ME INCLUDED!!! hahah!!


another message was from my oldest sister, saying that Allah Almighty plans that i have my baby on the day my late father left us. now that one bring tears to my eyes.


so, while spending the waiting period doing everything that the good ol' gramma said to do; walk, squat, sex, eat this and that, and still nothing. she seems determined to stay inside! by the end of the 7th day, i gave up. we're going to need some help, a motion-kicker so to say. had all my necessities packed, hers as well, and ready to go.


next morning, a saturday, my hubby drove us to the hospital. we're no biggie in where our child would be born, so, we chose the General Hospital of Kuala Lumpur. at the very least, if anything goes wrong, they have the specialist doctors there. after registering and went thru the first ever opening checking or seluk as they say in malay, (NOT A NICE FEELING), they sent me up to the ward and had me change into the pink scrubs.

pink!

tagged!


to cut the story short, i was given the first round of induce med on sunday morning at 6.30am. the doctor inserted a pill up my ms.V in order to start the contractions. fast forward to noon, they called me up to check whether i have an opening yet or not, but honestly, i dont feel any contraction. so, without any hope, i went to the exam room, hoping that mr.hubby will be ther soon withh lunch.


this is when things really takes off. oh dramatic me!


when the doctor (a chinese female, since some people thinks mostly of malay female/male gynae works at government hospital), checked for an opening and said only 2cm opened, i was not surprised. what surpised me to the point of panicking is when without warning, my water broke! it's like...pouring out from down below, warm water. i started to panic for some reason heh... she told me to go back to my bed, leave the slippers behind, get my baby's stuff and come back. the thing is, i dont have my baby's bag with me, its in the car, at home. called up mr.hubby in my panicky state (i was flat out sobbing by then), told him about was has happened and that they are bringing me to labor room. he said he's waiting for my mom to finish my lunch (i havent eaten anything since the night before since the doc told me to fast), and will be there in a while.


so, after telling the nurses that mr.hubby is on his way with the baby's bag, they pushed me down to LR, with my water trailing all the way. huh. took some time to get a room, i had the privileges to see them clean up all the blood and mess from the previous birth. imagine what my over-imaginative mind give me!


got the room, they helped me settled n the table? bed? gurney? it had 3 separate cushions/paddings, which i later on dislodged from its place hahahahaaaaa....not funny! by the time mr.hubby came, i calmed down a bit, but not much. i was hungry. i was scared. i felt alone. did i mention being hungry? yes, aside from the contraction pain, which has started to show how it actually felt, i was damn hungry! i asked the nurse if i can have a small bite of something, or some water, but she said no.


note to self: next time, eat before you give birth. you need the energy!


nothing much that i remembered after the pain started coming. i remember talking to my 3rd sister, telling mr.hubby to tell my mom to go home, at some point i cried out for my father, being ever so hungry...nad thirsty. finally one of the nurse took pity on me and help me drink little sips of water. thank you ms.nurse! mr.hubby didnt sit with me for long, he left, cant remember for what... and then there was rain. and thunder. possibly a storm. by them they had given me the 2nd stage of the medication. and the contraction was killing me! i remember counting up to 30 (in seconds) when the pain hits, and the spaces between each contraction was quite close. the doctors and nurses (a bunch of them) come in one after another to check on me and my opening. one asked if i wanted anything for my pain, the offering being either epidural or gas.i picked gas. it did nothing much, but at that moment i doesnt want to resort to something that will have lasting effect.

silly me!

i was alone mostly, means that mr.hubby chose to be somewhere else. i felt betrayed back then, held a bit of resentment that proved to be dangerous further on. more on that later. i cried a lot. i was writhing in pain, part of the padding came off from the bed. i felt cold, exposed. whatever left of my scrubs was soaked in blood and amniotic fluid. i remember asking God to get it over with.


by 7.00pm, i only progressed to 5cm. all that pain and only 3cm extra?? there were talks about other option i.e c-section, but the doctor gave me up to 9.00pm for natural birth. heh.


9.00pm came, the doctor decided to go ahead with c-section. somehow i managed to call mr.hubby, told him the news. in my pain-induced hazy state, they prepped my up for surgery, got me ti signed some forms (how i managed? i have no idea). i cant remember how many forms i need to sign, how much prep talk different people gave me in regards to the ops, how many gurney/bed i transferred into/from, before finally i got into OT. in between contractions, they got the epidural in my spine (bless the relief!!!) and, well...they proceed to cut me open.


one of the nurses would come and asked me some things or other just to make surethat im still awake hahahaaaa...finally released from contraction pain, i just lied there waiting for my baby. they had this piece of cloth or something up and covered my view of any reflective surface so i dont get to see not a glimpse of the operation. suddenly, i started to get cold, real cold. one of the nurse adjusted the wrap/bubble thing the put on me, raising the temp. i was tempted to just sleep...


you know, with half of your body numb from drugs you cant feel anything, but i can feel the doctor pushed and pulled, and at some point shake my belly left and right. my baby came out without any crying sounds, i can only see a glimpse of her (I DID NOT KNOW THE GENDER BEFOREHAND! ALWAYS REFERRED AS A BOY!!!), and the thick dark hair. they checked her over, then asked me to verify that she is okay, has toes and fingers accounted for and the gender. i was like...


"oh! gegirl. babah must be happy..." i think i DID said that out loud...


hahahahaha!! now, mind you, i dont give a darnest whether my baby is a girl or a boy, but after 9 months of thinking im having a lil guy, i was pleasantly surprised to verify a girl. after that they took her to NICU, as i was being stitched up. done with that, they had me change bed/gurney again for a couple of time, before rolling me back to my bed. met up with mr.hubby in the lift, told him its a girl and he escorted me to my bed. after i got settled in, i asked for something to drink (bad idea, note to self!) and then mr.hubby needs to leave.


so yeah, timeline for 3rd May 2015:


6.30am - 1st med
12.45noon - 1st check
1.15pm - went to LR
9.00pm - c-sec decided
10.27pm - baby was born
11.45pm - back in ward


so, there ya go. my recount on Day 1. more coming up!!


TBC.


tata~~~






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