I was due back to work the day after Raya. I woke up in the morning to find a bit of blood stains. Not sure if it was a show, I decided to see my gynea coz I did not want to risk going into labor at work. I ended up seeing another gynea (because I completely forgot mine was on her Raya break) who informed me that my blood pressure was quite high and to be ready for the baby’s arrival either on the same day or the next.
I went home and just waited for the contractions to begin. At about 7 pm I started having some, although it was about 30mins to 1 hour apart. The pain was bearable, although my blood pressure kept getting high, which was everyone’s main concern. YES, my dad has a little portable BP monitoring device at home!
I somehow knew that THE day might be just around the corner so I took a nice long bath, SHAVED, and more importantly washed my hair in the evening, lol.
The hubby and I stayed up watching our favourite show – How I Met Your Mother while monitoring the contractions when dad decided I was much better off at the hospital because he was worried about my BP state.
So at about 2 a.m, the husband and mom drove me to SJMC where I checked into the labor ward. The nurses strapped on a device on my tummy to monitor the baby’s heartbeat and my contractions, which were still mild. Secretly I was praying they would let me come again in the morning, but after checking with my gynea, I was told to stay over until she sees me in the morning.
Morning came, and around 5 am I started having more intense contractions. The nurse came with a little present called Enema which was pumped into my rear end. What came after that – I shall leave it to your imagination or better still, just don’t bother
At about 7 a.m, my gynea comes in and proceeds to break my water bag and put me on drips which were set up to induce the labour. She uses this tool that resembles a very long scissors and puts it in there all the way till I can feel something just pop. Out flows a gush of water, blood and also a bit of the baby’s poop. The pain from that was quite intense (very evident from me screaming!) that the gynea recommended that I go on epidural which I agreed to because I’m not a big fan of pain and she could very well see that. Heck, I think everyone on that floor could!
There I sat in the bed filled with water and blood (and stupidly wondered why hasn’t anyone come to clean me up) and could still feel the water trickling down my legs and bed when the anesthetics came in to give me my dose of epidural. The pain was so intense by now that I was hoping the epidural would work – BUT IT DID NOT!!! It came to the point of me begging the nurse for a higher dose because I could still feel the pain.
A few higher doses later, I was more calm and could manage some sleep but too bad for me, it didn’t last very long coz soon enough, the pain came back. We later found out that the epidural works well for those who have contractions in the stomach/abdominal area and not where I was having pain at the pelvic/lower stomach area due to the baby’s head resting on it.
I remember the pain being so damn painful that I cried and cried and just wished I was dead and regretted being pregnant. Dramatic I know but I don’t think anyone can phantom the intensity of my labour pain. Every woman’s labour and threshold for pain IS different - guess God decided I would be the unlucky weak one.
Hours and a few bucket loads of tears and pain later, by 3pm, I was only dilated by 6.5cm. It would at least take another several hours before I could go into full labour. I was lucky enough to have a very kind nurse looking after me because she knew the intensity of pain I was in and later on came in to ask us if we’d like to opt for a C-Sect.
Immediately we said YES because that would mean the end of my labour pain. After talking to the gynea, everything was arranged and I would be wheeled into the OT for my C-Sect. But that would require an hour’s wait because all the anesthetian were fully booked!!!
By then they had taken off all the drips and epidural and I found myself having more intense pain. I was given a shot of pethadine which also failed to give me any sort of relief. So imagine in that hour’s wait- I had a catheter inserted into me, the nurses proceed to draw some blood (and even that a few times coz I didn’t seem to have enough blood), got shaved down there and on top of that- got my RM40 pedicure removed!! But I swear the nurses there was quite hilarious -one apologized frantically for ruining my pedicure and even asked where I got it done while another, after knowing I was about to go in for a C-Sect, told me it’s better to get the baby out of the window instead of using the door- if you know what I mean. Hillarious!
The one hour’s wait was so excruciating!! When everything was ready, I was wheeled out and got to see my family members and relatives eagerly waiting for me outside. SJMC has a policy for ONLY allowing the husband into the labour ward hence my earlier plans of having mom with me did not materialize.
By that time, I started having massive back pain -the pain was SO bad that it felt like my back was breaking into two and to top it all off, I was also having massive contractions in the front. I fucking swear that in a sick twisted way, it was probably karma inflicting its wrath on me for whatever wrong doings I would have previously done. I remember screaming in pain and must have looked a sight to the nurses in OT. Luckily one kind nurse was nice enough to give me a back rub. About 15 minutes later in the OT, I was given a Spinal Anaesthesia which literally numbed every single part of my body and hurrah to that, which was the start of my C-Section.
As much as the drug was trying to knock me out (and by now you can’t imagine the amount of drugs I’ve had in me), I kept on fighting to make sure I’d be fully aware when the baby comes out. About 15 minutes later, I hear a baby’s cry and knew the first part was already over. I could clearly see the nurse taking my baby and putting her on a table to clean her up. From where I was lying, all I could see was the baby’s nose, lol. It was overwhelming and at the same time my heart was beating fast because I was really curious to see my baby’s face. After inspecting her, I kissed her on her forehead and she was wheeled outside where my family got to see her (was told at this point the husband was in the daze and apparently someone who was constantly updating my parents in the waiting room did shed some tears over the pain and the C-Sect I was about to have).
It took another 2 hours or so before I was wheeled out into my room, in an extremely groggy state. By the time everything was over, it was close to 7 pm. So that’s 15 hours of labor, and 3 hours in the OT.
I’ve read SOOOO damn much on other people’s birth stories - some were tough while some had it so easy for them. Whatever it is, all that reading did not prepare me for what I had to go through.
So here’s my birth story: one that was intended for a natural birth but ultimately ended up with a very last minute C-Sect with a 5 days stay at the hospital. I have no intentions of scaring people away from child birth, just merely stating what I had to go through, to get my baby girl
As I type this, I am still very much recovering and I do get pain around my stomach area from time to time. I have since seen my gynea who said that my stitches are looking fine. I hope to fully recover soon. I’m getting a bit restless staying at home whole day long.
And my baby, although a doll on most times as taken a keen interest on wanting my breasts all the time. I guess her story is a different story all together – shall update on that soon