The last time I typed an entry, I was still heavily pregnant with him, And no, he didn’t come out in time to watch the World Cup finals as Daddy has wanted him to. Baby A decided that he was ready to face the world on 17th July 2014 but not before 15 hours of labour. Indeed, it was love at first sight. We are so blessed to have a smooth pregnancy and delivery. So here goes the birth story of Baby A.
On the 16th of July, I had started to feel contractions. Being a first time mummy, I didn’t know how a contraction feel. Abdominal cramps was a norm. But on that morning after Sahur, these cramps (which feel very much like period cramps) started to get a little more intense than usual. But, it was still bearable. But just to be sure, I timed them. They were irregular. After about an hour, I went to the loo and saw that there were a tinge of blood and some mucus discharge. It was what I was told to look out for when I read about signs of labour. It wasn’t much but I called the delivery wardjust like how my doctor had instructed me to do if I see any bleeding. I was told that I might be in the early stages of labour and was told to wait it out at home. The husband was wondering if he should take the day off but I told him that this might take a looooooong while and he should just go to work. So, to work he went. Throughout the day, the contractions came and went. I didn’t tell my mum as I didn’t want her to worry.
It got more intense after Maghrib that night. It became more regular and lasted longer. By 1am, they were 5 minutes apart and could last up to a minute. I waited it out as long as I could. We decided to call the delivery wardand they told me to come down. So we changed, added some stuff to out hospital bag and told my parents. My mum wanted to come with us but I told her that it might just be a false alarm and I might be sent home. I promised to update her once we had confirmed things at the hospital.
The drive to our hospital was a smooth one (duh, it was 2 am in the morning and it took us about 10 minutes to reach NUH). The delivery wardwas located at the Main Building but the carpark was under construction. So, we had to park quite a distance away which means we had to walk further(and hospitals are creepy at 2.30am =/ ).
Once we reached the delivery ward, we were ushered to our delivery suite. The room was cosy and there was a recliner for the hubs. The nurses came in and started strapping me up to the CTG machine to monitor my contractions and baby’s heartbeat. Everything was fine. The doctor on duty then came in to go a vaginal exam (VE) to see how much I had dilated. If I have not dilated, he would send me home. And ladies, the VE hurt like a b**** (for the lack of a better word to describe how uncomfortable and painful it was). I was already 3cm to 4cm dilated. And with that, the show began.
Hubs getting comfortable in his recliner.
Basically, there was a lot of waiting around but we were comfortable. The nurses were very nice. I was given the gas mask as the first level of pain relief. I knew then that I would skip the second level (the jab) and go straight for the epidural.
Hubs went to get sandwiches for Sahur that day. We told our families and our close friends that we’re already in the hospital. My gynae, Dr Su Lin Lin, came in at around 7am to check in with us and do another VE(ouch!).My gynae is such a gentle and soft spoken lady. An example was when she was doing the VE, she kept apologizing to me.Not because she was doing it wrongly,it was because she knew that it was painful for me. Anyway, I was 5cm dilated and she said that she will burst my waterbag in about 2 hours. I consulted her on when should I get my epidural and she said that I could do it then. So the anaesthetist came in and did her magic. No, I didn’t see how big the needle was (I was told that it was quite huge).Yes, it was inserted to my spine. Yes, they scared me by saying that any slight movement can cause paralysis. No, I did not change my mind despite that warning. And till now, I felt that it was the best decision for me. I slept like a log. Probably the first good sleep I had since I was pregnant and the last good sleep I had as a mother. Hahaha. The side effects? Vomiting. I vomited after they administered the epidural. I vomited after giving birth.
At about 4pm, my wonderful midwife (she’s like my personal cheerleader), Judith, told me it’s time to push. Let me tell you something. This was the most difficult part of labour for me. Since I was on epidural, we depended on the monitor to tell me when it was time to push. I ended up pushing for almost 2 hours. It was probably the most tiring thing I’ve ever done in my life. It seemed to be taking forever and I was starting to lose faith on myself. But the doctors, the nurses and hubs kept telling me how well I was doing and told me how close I was to seeing my baby. So the last push, I summoned every ounce of energy I had left, and with a little help (an episiotomy, where gynae made a little incision so that it’s easier for baby to pass through), Baby A was born!
First thought: My baby is sooooo hairy.
Baby A is blessed with an abundance of hair. Everywhere. Head, face, arms, legs,back. Hubs said he looked like a mini Wolverine. But as the days passed, the hair around his face and back became less visible.
Anyway, we had skin-to-skin as soon as he was out. Hubs then had the honor of cutting his umbilical cord. After that, the nurses took him away to get cleaned up and to clean me up too. Daddy then got a chance to do skin-to-skin with baby (he even had to take out his shirt. Lol). After I got cleaned, I nursed him. And then, I started vomiting. Yes, I almost drowned my baby with my own vomit not even an hour after he was born. But hubs managed to get him out of the ‘danger zone’.
Then, the long wait for the ward began.
My family, my in-laws, my aunt&uncle and my besties waiting in front of the nursery while we’re still stuck at the delivery ward. I felt so guilty for making them wait for so long and only got to see Baby A for less than 10 minutes.
We booked a one-bedder prior to our delivery. But apparently it was full that night so we had to stay in a 4-bedder ward and husbands are not allowed to stay in. So after everyone went home, it was only me and baby A for the night. And with that, we start our 4 days 3 night staycation at NUH.
“Why so long?!”
Details about our stay in the next entry!
Till then, mommy duties continues.