I remember writing about JH’s birth story on my little turquoise baby diary that hubbs bought for me 4 years ago. This time, I though I’d publish it here now that I have a personal blog to document moments of our lives…simply because these precious details aren’t going to remember themselves so it must be written down, so that in 10, 20 years time I would be able to walk down memory lane and recall this special moment.
Every birth is different, it takes you by surprise and I certainly was faced with a huge bombshell when we were advised by our gynae to bring forward Junna’s EDD by 10 days – with a C-sec. You see, with my firstborn, he exceeded the EDD and I was induced into labour, so naturally I thought it’d be the same, since I don’t feel any contraction or cramps. And due to my low AFI, our gynae advise that the quickest and safest way was to deliver her via C-sec. With our first child, we’d never have a birth plan, nor are we particular on how the birth plan should be. We just set an open mind that we should do whatever it takes to keep mother and baby safe. So we agreed to the procedure. The decision send us into frenziness with hubbs and I trying to settle all the work stuff, (repack) the hospital bags, cut hair, shopping to stock up our fridge and pantry, not forgetting, went for a movie date. It all happen so fast that I haven’t even digest the idea of having our baby by next Monday!
On Monday morning, we checked ourselves into the hospital. Somehow the schedule operation was delayed from 12pm to 1:30pm. Hubbs drop me off and went back to work. I spend the following hours reading up Pregnancy books (i know, can’t be more last minute right?). The most torturous part apart from the waiting is that I was so so so hungry. Due to the operation, I was required to fast and therefore waiting with a hungry tummy just feels like time is passing by exceptionally slow. Finally it’s almost 1pm and I was asked to change, lie on the triage and was pushed all the way to the OT. At the holding area, we were told that the operation will be scheduled to 2:30pm as the previous operation was delayed. Thank God hubbs was there to keep me company and we decide to google ‘why we need to fast before operation’. Ohh… and we take selfies of us in the scrubs, which is kinda funny. I don’t think anyone laugh that hard inside the holding bay. I also remember studying the layout and composition of the whole place since I worked as a medical planner before. As such, it didn’t seemed that long before I was pushed into the OT.
First thing I notice is that the OT is an extremely bright area, unlike those that you see in Grey’s anatomy, where it’d dimmed at the side and have background music. And, it’s FREEZING cold! I remembered shivering so hard until they inserted warmer. Once I’m in, they start to hook me up with some needles and stuff on my arm. Later, the anesthesiologist came in and provided the jab on my spine which sends my lower body part numb in just seconds. That’s when I start to feel cold+numb+giddy+headache. They then insert a urinary catheter and start position my body preparing for the operation. You have no idea how expose you feel until you are.
I think at 2:30pm sharp, my gynae came in and he said he’s gonna make the cut. I remember being scared and cold+numb+giddy+headache. I also remember hubbs was at my side holding my hands and saying prayers. In just a few minutes, I can feel a lot of tugging and pulling on my abdomen, at that point of time, I just told myself to be strong and soon it’ll pass and we’ll have our beautiful baby, and I prayed, I prayed so hard for my baby to be delivered healthy and fit. Next, I heard my gynae pop his head over and tell me that he’s gonna take out the baby now and I’m gonna feel a little pressure. Boy that pressure was not little! It’s was a huge pressure I can feel that I was being pressed so hard that I have difficulty breathing! I remember grasping hubbs hand so hard and in seconds I heard baby’s cry, my baby’s cry. tears start streaming down and I can finally let myself relief, knowing that baby is ok, our gynae showed us the gender and quickly hand it to th peads to do the vital check up on the baby. Next it was just the feeling of cold+numb+giddy+headache while the docs try to fix me up. Our pediatrician pop by and told me that baby is good and healthy and the anesthesiologist place the baby on my face. I remember her opening her eyes and I manage to plant a few kisses on her little soft cheek. Soon, it was all over, and I was wheeled to the post-op holding area where I continue shivering, before I was wheeled into my room. I had some drinks and was glad that I didn’t throw up. Soon, the nurse at the nursery wheel little Junna in and all 3 of us (my mom, hubbs and I) spend the next hour or so cuddling her.
Junna was born at 2:49pm on June 13th and she’s perfectly healthy, despite weighing only 2.46 kg. We are extremely lucky and dare I even say blessed. We stayed in the hospital for 2 nights, in which hubbs and mom-in-law pop by now and then to care for us. And, that;s how our life change (again) in just that few seconds…
It’s been 2 weeks now and everything has been great (apart from lack of sleep). We had just moved into our new house, so did our folks. I am immensely blessed that I have the support from my family. The pain was more manageable compare to my natural birth the first time, thus it allows me more time and the flexibility to lay around, nurse and care for our little bud. I’m definitely gonna make the best of my 2 months maternity to spend time with my 2 offspring, because I think this is probably the last time I’ll be enjoying such long long holiday.
P.S.: I just realized this is my longest post just yet.