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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

My baby is a week old today! I am currently under confinement, staying at home everyday (except for when the baby had to go for a checkup and when I had to see my gynea - it was pure bliss to be able to go outside and see the sun shine), eating a combination of Chinese /Indian confinement food prepared by Chef Mom, which btw isn’t all that bad, being pampered by family members who I get to boss around while I lay in bed, just this once, hehe Oh and I haven’t had a proper shower in a week!

What I currently lack is SLEEP! This baby is clearly a night owl opting to sleep throughout the day and give everyone at home a hard time late at night. She’s absolutely a doll most times, except when she’s very hungry and demands for milk – that’s when all hell breaks loose and if there ever was an option of returning her, I would – KIDDING.

I’m still getting the hang of being a new mommy to my baby. Her dad (and I just know he’s going to spoil her rotten and give in to her when she’s bigger) is totally smittened by his baby girl and has started calling her his little princess.  Guess I’ve been automatically promoted to Queen now

I’ve been blogging so much about her updates while she was in my tummy all along that it feels so sureal that she’s actually finally here! So for those who have been curious about my baby too, here’s a whole week’s worth of photos and development from day 1-7.

Freshly baked from the oven and all ready to melt many hearts:

Daddy’s Little Angel

She may be only a week’s old but she has mastered various expressions which makes me believe this baby will make a great actress  someday

Mind you, these photos were taken within seconds!

She constantly has various expressions when she sleeps and she’s such a smiley baby (when she’s not screaming her little lungs off that is)!

Sick of her yet? No? Ok good coz there’s more photos of my chubby baby.

I call this her stoned look that pretty much comes after a full meal of mommy’s yummylicious breastmilk.

Ok that’s all for now for the little introduction Be nice and say HI back.

The baby’s fast asleep s0 best I get some shut eye too!

Just a quick update to make an extra special announcement on my baby’s arrival – she is finally HERE!!

It was a very brutal journey to get my baby out (more on that later) but like all (new) mothers would say: It was worth every damn second of it!

She was born at 3.4kgs, 47cms in length and she’s extremely beautiful!! She has BOTH our features which makes her even extra special

I am currently recovering at the hospital and will most definitely update this bloggie with photos of my beautiful princess once everything is settled down.

Till then, wish me a speedy recovery!

We turned THREE on Tuesday!!

I wasn’t particularly feeling it perhaps due to the anxiety of having this baby and my current whale-ish condition. I was almost convinced that it was the same for the hubby too coz when he emailed me in the morning at work (we always email each other!) , all he said was Happy 3rd Anniversary followed by his usual email which also stated that he was taking me and the bump out for dinner.

Bah.  As it is already I didn’t get a chance to wish him at the stroke of midnight since I stayed with my parents while he went back to the apartment. Neither did we call each other to proclaim how awesome it is that we’ve survived three years of marriage (and look forward to many more) coz we both fell asleep before that.

Then I got an email notification that he had posted on my FB wall.

Happy 3rd Anniversary! “Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.” – Robert Heinlein

Meh to quoting someone else. Still wasn’t feeling it. Where’s my I love you, you’re the best wifey in the whole wide world and you complete me banter that would make friends and enemies alike puke?

Of course later on that bastard Murphy had to make sure I got stuck in traffic for more than one hour! By the time I got back, I was feeling a little agitated and in pain from my contractions that I almost felt like postponing our dinner to the next day.

Good thing a part of me said NO – because there’s nothing like celebrating that special day on that day itself!!

I had no idea where we were heading but I’m REALLY glad the husband picked this restaurant. Mezze is truly a gem of a restaurant located in Medan Damansara. It is small, warm and cozy which was exactly what I was hoping for to share our third anniversary :)

Just look at that face – this is the chosen man who has succesfully made me stay in love him for the past 5 years Of course I’d be lying if I said every single day with him is a joy coz there are days this same face annoys the crap out of me!  

And this of course is ze face that’s very easy to love, hehe.  And a face of someone going through heavy contractions! It was particularly VERY bad on that day and so it’s official that I’m dilated by 2cms. Gross info but yea…..:D

Really thought I was going to pop that night but I guess Baby S wants her own special date

The photos I’ve taken does no justice to the interior of this restaurant so you MUST check out their website.

As for the food – it was purely fantastico!!

For starters we had the Jamon Croquetas – 200% yummy!

The hubby settled for the Chargrilled Spatchcock Chicken

While yours truly had the Spaghetti Olio Bacon which was bloody top notch.

We ordered the Panna Cotta for dessert and it was just heavenly. I only wished it would have come in a bigger portion Definitely not a dessert to be shared, no matter how much you love em *greedy face*

Now for the good part, ahem. I noticed he had earlier brought out an envelope from the car. As his partner of 5 years, I instinctively knew it was a hand-made card of course :D

It has somewhat become a yearly tradition now.

He spent half a day just making it. Now, you MUST pay close attention to all the photos featured here he tells me.

But of course I was too busy looking at the words that almost sent me into tears!

And so the photos featured in my card is exactly what we’ll be seeing in person come February coz he’s taking me to MALDIVES!!!

Everything has been booked and we can’t wait to set foot on this little piece of heaven to spend some awesome quality time, ahem.

To our third anniversary and to a handsome face I can easily love for many many many more years to come

Yup looks like this has also become a yearly tradition photo

Yup. still.very.much.pregnant.I’m.afraid. Who knows this might be my last pregnancy update before I upgrade to a new status

Up until last week, I’ve been having the most unpleasant pregnancy experience – very very and can I add again, very bad back ache, soreness under the ribs, major fatigue, pain almost everywhere – vagina included, swollen feet – it was a very le sigh moment. I told my husband that sometimes it’s unfair when you come to think of it – that in exchange of xxx amount of pleasure, a woman has to endure 9 months of THIS! I suppose this is what makes us great(er) and strong(er) compared to the darker sex. Yay us!

Then about a week ago, for two days I had an episode of VERY intense Braxton Hicks contraction that went through the entire day (and night) at work. I thought I was about to pop!! Waited for other signs of labour but found none.  The uncomfie-ness left me feeling very moody and almost fed up with being pregnant.

I saw my gynea the next day and she confirmed that Baby S is finally in semi-engaged position. Which could probably explain the intense BH as she moved her way down. God I love that word – semi-engaged, only because this is the ONLY time I can ever find a need for it to be used in a sentence! Semi-engaged. How else can one ever put this word in a sentence?

Almost never.

So Baby S is semi-engaged!! And because of that, she has officially slipped into the pelvis area making me feel a WHOLE lot better because now my ribs don’t get sore anymore, the stomach feels a little lighter (and maybe my eyes are just playing tricks – it looks smaller too) and my back doesn’t hurt as much as before (although I still continue to pretend that it does coz I want those free massages). The contractions are still there, and it can get a bit painful sometimes, like a mini earth quake taking place inside your body :( I also find the need to go to the bathroom a whole lot more now.

My feet are still swollen to the point of me not being able to see my ankles! And what the hell is up with reflexology centres that refuse to give you a foot massage just because you’re pregnant??? I literally had to beg the owner and tell him that there is no damn connection of a foot massage inducing labour. It is just a myth and I want my foot massaged badly! And if a foot massage could do that, I would have given birth months ago in various foot massage centres!!!

Aside from my legs looking like a tree stump, I am sometimes out of breath. I can lie down on my bed and still be out of breath. Getting up from the bed is also a chore. And boy have I been catching up on sleep a lot!! I’ve also become best friends with painkiller so I can sleep well at night, without which, leaves me up the whole night in PAIN.

I have no idea what going into labor is like but they say when the time comes, you’ll just know. So I’ll wait and pray that it’s something I’ll be able to endure. As the day inches closer, I am becoming petrified of the idea on how a tiny being  will be popping her way out from you know where, screaming on the top of her little lungs.  But hey if every other mother has endured this and lived to tell the story then so can I *positive thinking*

I have a red suitcase all packed up and ready to go! I dont need the doctor attending to two babies so I’ve already told the husband that he has the option of NOT being in the labor room with me if he doesn’t wants to. Coz to be honest, I rather have my mom in there supporting and cheering me all the way.

Afterall,  for the past 1 month, she has been belting out Diana Ross’s I’m Coming Out (and yes that stupid song is now trapped in my head, it’s annoying!) and I think just having to listen to that song while Baby S pops out, might comfort me and the baby coz afterall, hey, she’s coming out and wants the world to know that!