It has been a looooong while…and guess what? In between, I delivered my 4th baby !
Though I still remember vividly each and every past deliveries, I somehow found myself browsing my old posts, reading about it all over again. No matter how much you remember, nothing beats thoughts written down.
And well, here I am, when the memories are still fresh…
I was very huge this time around, at 62kg, the heaviest I have been in my life. Having cakes, brownies and chocolate chip cookies almost every day, it is no surprise of my 17kg weight gain.
Towards the end of my pregnancy, I could no longer fit regular shoes and succumbed to hideous (but comfy and wide) sandals. Heaven knows I don't wear sandals to work, even a Stuart Weitzman's. Going up and down the stairs at home and at the office also taking a toll on my back, but luckily it was not as bad as I experienced during my 1st pregnancy.
So on my 38th week appointment, my gynae confirmed the baby is still 'up' and based on my previous delivery dates which is not far from the EDD, I am very likely to deliver around my EDD. I cringed thinking having to deal with pregnancy another 2 weeks. *yeah, I'm gonna miss it two years from now*
The next morning around 7 o'clock, I felt pain around my waist. I had been enduring 'Round Ligament Pain' throughout this pregnancy, which making getting up from bed and chair an ordeal, so I was quite confused whether this is labour pain making its appearance.
The thing about 'Round Ligament Pain', it is like cramps, will go away in a few seconds. But one hour later, the mild pain didn't go away. So I told my other half, this is probably The Day.
I went out to have breakfast, by this time, the pain was much stronger. Due to its interval, I believed these are real contractions. I even had to stop eating at each wave of the contraction. In fact, I wondered what on earth am I doing here eating roti canai when I am supposed to be in labour ward.
My other half was cool because I was calm. I was sure he thought it is just mild pain which I can handle like a slight headache. I packed my hospital bag and lied on my bed. It was already 11 am and the contractions were coming at 3 minutes interval. Pain was still bearable. *Please don't take my words as each individual has different threshold level of pain*
At 11.30 am, I felt that it is time to go to the hospital. Pain was still manageable, but I didn't want to wait until I can not walk. Me on wheel chair?
Reached the Delivery Ward at 12 noon and I was happy to know I am already 6cm dilated !
I planned on epidural-free delivery, hence the reason why I delayed going to the hospital. I prefer to manage the labour pain, by tossing and turning at the comfort of my own bed. But of course, you have to know your own body, to decide when to call the shot.
The nurse shoved me a 'mask' and told me it is 'gas'. I smiled and said I never used it before. Inhale at each contraction and exhale. Ok, got it.
The gynae came to break the water bag and only after that I cursed myself for being adventurous on epidural-free delivery. By this time, the 'gas' was my best friend.
The baby was still 'up' but the pain was already very intense. When delivering my 3rd baby, I remembered how easy the baby came out. Now it was a different scenario altogether. Gosh, it hit me at that very moment, no two deliveries are the same. How naive I am?
The nurse tried to widen the opening (whatever it is) and asked me to push at each contraction. I found her request a bit funny. I'm dealing with crazy contraction pain every one minute or so, and I have to push at the same time? Hah, this is not the right time to be a multi-tasker !
But in fact she is right. I have to push three times continuously. But what I did was I only pushed twice. By the time I had to push the third time, the contraction subsided and I took a breather. A few seconds was all I need to recharge. Hmmm…why didn't I think to bring 100 Plus or Red Bull for the extra energy?
I finally felt something came out. I was relieved. Nobody should see me the last 30 minutes. I feel bad my other half had to witness his wife turning from a calm-and-composed-lady-carrying-a-Chanel-bag to a-woman-who-wails-like-a-dolphin-only-that-it-isn't-cute.
Then something bigger came out of me. Ouh, that is the body, just now was the head. Silly me.
At this point, all those mind-blowing pains diminished into thin air. It was a surreal feeling that when it's over, it's over. The room which was previously filled with my groans, turned into a quiet ghost town. Apart from first cry of my baby which lasted for a good few minutes, the only sound I heard was the movements of the nurses doing their cleaning-ups.
I survived without perineal tear, so no stitches needed.
There I was like a lost soul. The feeling of winning a battle but sans commotion to follow suit.
Then I looked to the right. A crib with a baby inside, tightly wrapped in a pink blanket.
Wow did he just come out of me? *looked at my flat tummy*
Baby Raif was born on 31 May 2015 at 1.30pm. Stats : 3.6 kg in weight and 49.5 cm in height.