Due to my miscarriage (my 1st pregnancy) I was extra careful the second time when I got pregnant. My mum was staying with me that time. Everyone treated me like a queen. Kinda missed those days, hah hah hah.
Hubby would drive me to work right up to the door step. Fellow colleagues would treat me extra nice. Anything heavy, or they think should be heavy for me, I don't have to lift, not even a small file. At home, mum would serve me. All I have to do, after I came home from work, is to take my bath and sit in front of the t.v.
Boy, was I pampered, but little did I realize it was the biggest mistake ever. Due to lack of exercise / movement, I had to wait very long to get my baby out, during labour.
On the eve of my due date, I was watching t.v until 12.00 mid-night because I find it quite uncomfortable to sleep by the time I reach the 9th month of my pregnancy. Right after the show was over, I went to the bathroom to pee before I go to bed, like usual. When I got up and was ready to go to bed, I felt I had just wet my pants, so I went back to the bathroom thinking that maybe I could not control my bladder that well now. Silly me, I went to and fro to the bathroom several times before I told hubby what happen. Then my mum said that my water bag had broke.
I had read quite a number of books on pregnancy and labour but little did I expected it to be like this. Mum put few layers of towel in the car for me to sit in case I might wet the car. I took my packed bag and off to the hospital. It was midnight, so no traffic, smooth driving all the way, hubby drive of course.
The nurses put me in a "waiting for labour" room. I stayed there up to almost morning and still no labour pain. The doctor decided to induce me. That was when the pains starts. I was also given a pain killer jab, which is of no use at all. Then the nurse ask if I would like to use the gas. I did, uncountable times, made me drowsy but the pain was still there, no doubt.
That morning the midwife gave me a vitamin pill and half a glass of water. Soon after that a lady came in asking what I would like for breakfast, I told her, too painful to eat. Then came lunch, follow by dinner too. I didn't eat at all. I had never gone without food for so long. I felt I had been laying there in pain for years.
Hubby already mentioned that he doesn't want to be in the labour room when the baby arrived and my mum said it is best not to force him as not everyone could take it. He did pop in to check on me from time to time. Every time when he pops in, I felt the pain to be more painful than when I was alone in the room. Is it just me or do you all felt the same?
There was a time when he walk in and I was in great pain, I griped hold of the side steel bar of the bed and almost bend it. He had never seen me in such a manner before. Straight away he told me that it is alright to have only one child. I did mentioned to him, before this, that I wanted 2 children no matter what.
Then, the moment we all had been waiting for, had arrived. The midwifes put a plastic sheet on my tummy. I was asked to push as hard as I could. Boy, I was already exhausted trying to combat those horrible pains and now they want me to push? I was so numb and drowsy I could feel nothing from waist down but was a good girl and did push with all my strength. Once he was out, the midwifes put him on my tummy. They cleaned him right there, on the plastic mat, on my tummy. The nurse wrote my name on a plastic tag and place it round his little ankle.
The next day, very early in the morning, a nurse woke me up, telling me it is high time to try to breast feed. I walk slowly to the nursery room and before I enter the room I thought I have a look at all the babies there, to my surprise, I could not recognize which was my son. Oh boy, this is embarrassing. I walk into the nursery room, a nurse asked for my name, due to security wise, the nurses there will only release the baby with the name tag, same as the one I was wearing, bearing my name.
During breast feeding, I had a good look at him. Oh boy, I had better be able to point him out later when friends and relatives starts visiting. What an experienced, such a miracle and a hilarious journey too, as for me. Don't mind going through the whole journey again, minus the pain, of course. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy reading it too.