Love #2

i was HUGE!!!

hi there darling!

#babyiman was born on 28th april 2016, via c-section. his birth story was not as interesting as his sister, but still have a few moments of excitement.

after experiencing the first cesarean, i didnt think that i wanted to get pregnant again in the nearest future. stupid of me, getting lost in pleasure, didnt use any contraception, and lo and behold, i discovered i was pregnant again in november. honest to god, i wasnt ready for baby no.2. not when im still struggling with Trisyia. the thought of abortion did came to mind, im not gonna lie. but, the nurses at KKIA talked me out of it. yes, there're gonna be some complication and they're putting me under close supervision, but i just have to bear with it. early on they warned me that i might not be able to give birth naturally again since the gap was too close. but at that time, its too late already.

there wasnt any big concern throughout my pregnancy with #babyiman, except the concerns regarding the scar on my uterus. hence,  i read so many stories about uterus rupture, just to gain knowledge about it. what was different between my two pregnancies was how active i was. with Trisyia, i didnt travel much, especially long distanced. but with Iman, i went to many places hahah

HUGE!

CNY2016

when i was about 30 weeks along, the doctor said that they need to be sure of the probability of me giving birth naturally or otherwise. i had an appointment with the specialist to scan the scar on my uterus to see if it has healed completely or not. but without even scanning the doctor who look over my case straight away said that i need another c-sect. huh! so the date was set; April 28th 2016. they warned me that if i feel any pain before the date, please get myself to the ER stat!!!

baby no.2!!

so with the countdown ticked off, i had my birthday, and enjoyed more food while i can. i also prepared trisyia to be left alone with my mom. God, she was fine, but her mommy was a wreck!!

came 27th April, hubby drove me to the hospital. everything was fine and dandy, except i was terribly missing my babygirl. the other mothers must have thought that i was in pain or something since i constantly crying hahahahahahaha! as i was scheduled for c-sect, they didnt hook-up any monitoring device like last time. i was told that the first operation starts at 7.00am, and i'm no.7th in the list. give or take that every opration takes 30mins minimum, so i guessed my turn come at around 11.00am-ish. it wasnt until 1.30pm that i was told to get ready! the suspense could make me contract already!

my MIL was there (cant remember why she stopped by in the first place) as well with mr.hubby. they told me to change into another scrubs, ahd me lied down on the gurney, and rolled me into OR. this time i wasnt in pain, except again being dramatic (crying mess), so i was surprised to see how long the process it actually took. when we finally reached the OR (it was smaller that the previous time - means another room), i had lost some of my nerves. the prepping, the spinal, the get-up all done, i counted the minutes to finally see my son (i was told we're having a boy on the last check-up).

ya know, i prefer being all drugged up like the first operation. at least the haziness made the time go faster. this time, the doctor even scolded her staff for not properly setup the room - all my details are missing from the board, etc. i even had short conversations with the nurse looking over my vitals - i believed she's on the phone playing game or something :D . what struck out the most was that how long the doctor took to bring my child out. after some time the numbing started to wore off a bit i guessed since i felt throbbing in the cut area. by the time i realized what was really happening, my son was safely out, in his whitish glory. it seemed like he is covered in this white thing (i forgot what its called) and small pimple-like dots. the nurse said they are bringing my son up to NICU for further check-up and will bring him to me later.

even in my excitement of finally delivering my babyboy, the pain became unbearable. and i voiced it out. somehow, i was ignored and was told that it was normal! i was stitched up, wheeled to recovery room, and by the time they transferred me into my bed, i was crying out in pain! i dont recall much after that, though i remember mr.hubby was there, and after some time they sent my baby.

babyboy met atok!

i was in pain, i was tired and sleepy, and generally uncomfortable. my requests for painkiller was just this, "sabar ye puan, nanti saya refer doctor dulu". after some time, i moved my legs a bit, and felt the blood 'rushing out' hahah... i think it was blood clots, and felt a bit better afterwards. day  turned into night, and based on my first experience, i dread. i was afraid my baby would start crying again, since i had no milk yet. thankfully, he slept all the way, i had to check on his breathing lol.

while he slept, my sis dropped by to sent me food. again, stupid idea to eat so soon, even after 6 hours post-ops. yes, i vomited, had headache, generally hated the idea of eating.

lets not dwell longer here.

compared to my first birth, the second one left me in more pain, though i can say that i had expected some things to happen.

1. while he mostly slept on, there we time he was up and crying. however, this time nurses seems to be a bit lenient with us. there were few times they took babyiman away and fed him with hospital-issued formula. thank you seemed never sufficient.

2. i had some nice neighbours, who doesnt mind my crying baby, and sometime helped me too.

3. i had pretty much milk-boosters handy in my bag, but some things does nt simply worked out!

4. he slept a lot! so i had expected him t develop jaundice. i was right.


on day 3, i was declared fit enough to be released home. happy? i was ecstatic!! but i worried that i might go home alone again, my baby warded for jaundice. they took him for testing, and yes, his blood work came back positive for jaundice. immediately they rolled in the blue-light-machine-thingy, a photo-therapy machine if im not mistaken, and i was again horrified. and that was around noon-ish. they told me it was still under the standard for hospitalization, and asked me not to fret much. the haxxx!!! they are going to check with NICU specialist, and if they decide iman is fit to go home, then he can. horaayy!!

iman was bathing under the blue light, his little body seemed so small. 

thankfully, he did not make any fuss,unlike his dear big sis. by afternoon, the specialist came and told us the good news. iman can go back with me, however he has appointments and follow-ups and whatnot,but hey, as long as we doesnt need to stay at the hospital, im game!


so, home we go. yeay!!

next: siblings first meet!