As per my pregnancy post earlier, I was schedule to have my c-sect on 29 January, and I already applied my maternity leave a week earlier for last minute preparation. Most of the items I bought from Shopee as I couldn’t bring myself to walk too much at shopping mall, yeah, I am that heavy .. and let’s face it, old.
On Monday 24th, I went to the bank, my old office at Taipan to do some withdrawal for Hanif Aiden’s 2022 school fees because I was too busy preparing for little one that I missed to do it earlier for Abang .. hehe. Ohh, I shall write about Hanif’s school as well, he’s in Standard 2 now, can’t you believe?! My old office is in level 2, so there’s a bit of climb as well, and it felt good catching up with old friends laughing and chatting. Guess the stairs climbing and excitement triggered my labor, I started to feel stomach discomfort at about 10pm.
At first I thought it just a normal stomachache as I had pulut and rendang ayam for dinner earlier and was prepared for a return trip to the loo. I told my husband to just pack his clothes, well just in case. But as the pain came frequently, I started to jot it down, this definitely it I thought. The contraction weren’t as bad compared to Hanif’s but I probably think it’s because I am at the comfort of home and a husband by my side. At about 2am, we were off to hospital as I couldn’t bring myself to sleep, and the contraction intervals are closer. We dropped Hanif off at my parents first before proceeding to hospital.
We were put in the waiting room first to take the RTK and PCR so we’re cleared to proceed with the operation later on. The nurse in waiting told us that my operation is scheduled at 7-8am later in the morning and our gynae Dr Siti Aishah has been informed as well, and she will come after Subuh at about 7am. I changed into the hospital attire and the nurse even helped me to shave the south area… well, I can do it myself but the baby has decided to come 4 days earlier. Plus, we aren’t playing with that area right since I am scheduled for the operation? later when we check the bill, it costed us RM27, what a way to make money, guess my husband is willingly do the honor.
The contractions were wild and more frequent but as I expected my opening still stuck at 1cm.. just like Hanif last time.. Because I have discussed with my doctor, although I have opted for caesarean, should there is opportunity for normal vagina birth, we may proceed with that as well, but baby still decided to come out from the tummy instead of down under.. The waiting game is brutal with the intense contraction, but thank God I was calmer because my husband is next to me. I’m hungry but I wasn’t allowed to eat anything prior to the operation because I might vomit should I react weirdly with the anaesthetic later on. Even the nurses and doctor were surprised seeing my CTG chart on heavy contractions but no progress with the opening, well well, the history repeat itself :’) After hours of waiting and praying, the doctor arrived and I was pushed to the operation theatre. Too bad, due to Covid policy restriction, my husband wasn’t allowed to be in.
I was so nervous and scared in the operation theatre, the contraction still heavy and I have to wait in between to be injected with anaesthetic as I need to sit still. The long waiting making me even more nervous that I almost cried.. Then, the operation begin, although I was under anaesthesia, I can still feel my stomach were cut open, slicing layers after layers, even the thought of it today stings.. Why is it different than the last time.. I really wish my husband were here to calm me down. Just can’t wait to be over. After finally like forever, I felt a heavy push on my stomach, and heard the doctor said “Assalammualaikum baby..”. The girl is here, my sweet daughter. I teared abit when the doctor brought my baby close to my face and kissed her. So so beautiful. Then, the stitched me up, and I was brought to the observation room.
Being in labor means you have no control over your body, especially for c-sect, and put aside your shame too. As I was under anaesthesia, I can’t even lift a finger, so the staff did everything for me, spread my leg open so they can insert a tube for me to pee, dress and undress me buck naked, well just no secret left, they’ve seen the worst and ugliest of you, so just be nice to them. I was monitored for about 1 hour, then were brought back to the temporary ward. I was so drowsy and hungry too. My husband did feed me drinks and I heavily vomited right after, due to the anaesthesia effects. We waited few hours at the temporary ward as our room isn’t ready and I haven’t meet my baby yet at this point.
After that, I was brought to the proper ward, took a single room this time so my husband can accompanied me (one thing I longed to do and unable to get during Hanif’s). They brought in my baby for me to see and nurse. She is so beautiful I almost cried. My new angel.. aww peacefully sleep. But I was too drowsy to hold her long, and I get the nursery to take her back. I spent the whole day after operation sleeping, surely from the side effect of the anaesthesia. What I definitely missed my time in the hospital is that they will send the baby to me anytime to nurse or whatever, and I can always send them back to nursery if the baby cried or poop hahahaha. Wish I have the very same service at home… teehehe. We spent another 3 days more at the hospital and were discharged on Friday, 28th January. The doctor offered to extend our stay but longer stay means additional bill, so thank you hahahaha. During our stay at the hospital, Hanif was at my MIL’s, he’s enjoying himself because we absent him from school obviously.. duh.
Yes, we self pay the bill, neither my insurance or husband covered maternity..pfft (well another reason why the delayed pregnancy :p). The total bill was around RM11k, but husband already paid the deposit bit during our check ups. During the post-delivery stays, we were visited by my gynae, Dr Siti to check on my healing progress, Dr Sufiah (Hanif’s previous paediatrician) for the baby, and breastfeeding consultant. This time, I weren’t keen or stressing myself out into breastfeeding because oh boy, it was so difficult last time and to be honest, it doesn’t get any easier too this time. Hanif were bottle fed, and he grew up just well too. Well, sorry for the unpopular opinion, but best is the baby is fed regardless bottle or breastmilk. No.competition.here.seriously.
We went straight to our home in Shah Alam, because this time I determined to have my confinement at the comfort of my own house. I informed my confinement service on this, and they only be able to come the next day. Can’t wait to start a new journey with our latest addition, and to be honest I’m pretty scared. Will the baby be easy? Will the baby be fussy? Is the colic going to be bad? Lots and lots of possibilities..
Will share about my confinement days in different post InsyaAllah.
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