As I was waiting for 3 Mar (my estimated due date) to come around…I was praying fervently to God to either:
1. Speed up the days
2. Make this baby come out earlier once I turned full term at 37 weeks.
Alhamdulillah he heard my prayers…because at 37 weeks I gave birth to my beautiful second child…Aidan Noah. :)
Pursuant to this, I was doing multitudes of exercises to get him “engaged” and travelling down my womb. From bouncing and hip rolls on the exercise ball to being on all fours and “dancing with the baby” as the yoga DVD stated…and I guess it worked! And I am sure my increased frequency of reading Surah Maryam helped too. :) Alhamdulillah…
So on Monday night (11 Feb)…we went to my parents for dinner. And my “last meal” (before confinement starts!) was a Turkish kebab from Tesco! Hahaha…I would have imagined it to be a fat juicy steak, with an ice cold green tea soy frappucino and topped up with some Baskins and Robbins mint choc chip ice cream. But what can you do…Hehehe.
After dinner we headed home. And because I was feeling a bit tired and depressed (that I am getting so big and heavy) we skipped the trip to Starbucks to get that green tea soy frappucino (if I only knew!). Instead, there I was at 1am watching the Grammy’s rerun with the husband while bouncing on my exercise ball and lamenting “Why oh why am I not giving birth yet?!”.
Defeated, I trudged into the bedroom and went to sleep.
Had a weird dream, which ended with me dreaming I went to the toilet to pee. I had this same dream so many times during my pregnancy and always ended up ALMOST peeing for real (somehow I always managed to stop and wake myself up to go to the loo).
But this time…it didn’t stop! I leaped out of bed…and felt more trickle down my legs. EEKS! Is this my water breaking?
So I rushed to the bedroom door and shouted for my husband. It was 3 am (Which weirdly enough…is the time that I have been waking up every night for the last 2-3 weeks).
Despite all this…I have to say I was pretty calm throughout the whole thing. I walked slowly to the shower area and waiting for more of this “water” to gush out. Which it did. Called my parents to come and pick Adam up. And then we headed to the hospital. (Thank GOD I have packed my hospital bag by this time!).
We arrived at the hospital at 320am and went straight to the maternity ward.
Husband: Hi, my wife’s water broke.
Nurse: (Looked expectantly)…And?
Husband: And…she might give birth???!
We found this to be very funny. It could either be due to the fact it was 3 am and she’s on night shift which sux. Or she has seen it all and is not fazed by that fact. Haha.
After that, another nurse took me to a room to hook me up on the machine to monitor my contractions and baby’s heart rate.
Finally, we were brought to the labour room and was just there waiting out my contractions, which were strong but still bearable.
At 7am, the contractions actually stopped! Well..i didn’t think it stopped. I still felt a pinch here and there. But apparently my uterus has gone lazy and decided to “take it easy”. So (woe is me! because i hate needles!) I was then put on a drip to induce my contractions.
Whoa yes! Bloody strong contractions! Everytime it came, I was in a state of euphoria and was continuosly praying and chanting Subhanallah.
When my doctor came in to check on me and my dilated cervix he confidently said…”Girl (he always calls me this…:p), still a long way to go. I think you will give birth around 11am”. Bloody hell. 4 more hours?!
Over the next hour or 2, the nurse kept on coming in to check on me and asked repeatedly if I wanted the Pentadine injection to relieve the pain. I kept on refusing. Because I took it during Adam’s time and it didn’t do squat except made me groggy and relieved said pain for an hour max. And for me, unless absolutely necessary I didn’t want an epidural. One reason is the unknown long term effect…but mainly because…HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEEDLE THEY STICK UP YOUR SPINE????
Finally at 10am, the nurse seeing me in dire pain…insisted I took the injection so that I can relax and rest a bit, which in turn will dilate my cervix further. This made sense to me…so I finally gave in.
Seconds after she administered the Pentadine..I felt a strong urge to push.
Me: Nurse…I think I need to push…NOW!!
Nurse: Are you sure?? I just injected you!
Nurse: Ok Ok let me check how dilated you are.
(Nurse started probing)
Nurse: Oh my! Yes! You are fully dilated already!
Everything was in a flurry after that. I know some nurses were walking about…dismantling my bed, preparing plastic sheets and bags (makes me think…how gory is this going to be?!) and all that hoopla.
At this point, it felt like I was trying to hold in a huge dump. sorry for being too descriptive. :p Finally the doctor came in, put on his wellies and scrubs and took a front row seat to the “Aidan Noah show”. :p
Just want to divert a bit to the time I gave birth to Adam. In short, I can sort of remember and not remember what happened. All I know is that I ended up with an episiotomy AND I tore vertically, which resulted to weeks of pain and unable to sit, walk, sleep.
I was very aware of what was happening. I heard the doctor conversing with the nurses while they wait for my contraction to come so that I can push. I felt the “snip” from the tip of his scissors (thankfully this time, it was a minor episiotomy…AND i didn’t tear!). I felt him stretching my va jay jay everytime I pushed. It was quite surreal. Most of all it really did feel like I was taking a pretty huge dump. :p
20 mins later…at 1020 am, Aidan Noah was born…:)
My legs were all wobbly by then. Scrap that. I couldn’t even move them. The nurse had to do everything for me.
And guess what…the Pentadine finally kicked in by then. And I was drifting in and out of grogginess. But I felt so relieved.
To be honest, I wasn’t afraid of the giving-birth part. I was more afraid of the after-giving-birth part. The part where the doctor will sew you up. Yes… I really hate needles.
During Adam’s time, they had to put me to sleep so that the doctor can stitch me up. Apparently I was “fidgety”. :p
But this time..maybe because I was so tired. Maybe it was the Pentadine. But I was calm and let the doctor do his thang. And I felt every pierce (thankfully it felt more like an ant bite)…and everytime he pulled the thread through. But I survived. :p
And THAT was how I gave birth to my son…Aidan Noah. :)
Another 8 weeks to go!
Things I m looking forward to:
1. Seeing my new baby boy
2. Sleeping on my tummy
3. Losing weight
4. Eating sushi and half boiled eggs!
5. Color my hair
6. Being able to do things fast and efficiently
I thought my list would have been longer. Haha
Here’s to a peaceful and relaxing 8 weeks…
Slept pretty early last night. was feeling uncomfortable (what’s new with this growing bump of mine) and dizzy…so took an early night. but instantly got wide eyed and awake at 2am. nice. so i have been up for 1 1/2 hours.
tried to keep my mind busy but ran out of things to look at online. so catching up with my downloaded series. watching ‘homeland’ now.
last weekend, we found out we are having another…boy! yay! of course i can’t deny that i wasn’t a little bit disappointed it wasn’t a girl but can u just imagine 2 boys running around together, wrestling…fighting…screaming…erk. hahaha kidding. i can’t wait to see the little bub. we have shortlisted a few names for him.
Aidan Zain = Beautiful Little Fire
Aidil Tariq = Intelligent Morning Star
Aidan Noah = Comforting Little Fire
Aidil Noah = Intelligent and Comforting
It is very important to me that the names have nice meanings and that it has islamic and malay elements. and i like how these names go with his big brother’s Adam Reza. :)
Another good news is that…during our detailed scan we found out that all is good with baby alhamdulillah. everything is normal, and there was no risk of downs. that made me feel a whole lot better. especially considering my first pregnancy with Adam was filled with drama.
I put on 20 kgs when I was pregnant with Adam. And 2 1/2 years later, I was still 3-5 kgs heavier than my pre-pregnancy weight.
So this time I got pregnant, I started off pretty heavy. I am very determined not to put on too much weight. ideally I would like to only gain 10 kgs. but i don’t think that’s going to happen.
my first trimester was pretty rough. according to the husband, it was worst then when i was pregnant with Adam. at one point, I was lying down in bed all day and night. and throwing up everything. lost about 2-3 kgs. lived onbubur nasiwith ikan bilis. can’t stand the sight of it now though! hahaha.
but as soon as i started feeling better…i started gaining weight. +3.5kgs in the 4th month. and ANOTHER +3.5kgs in my 5th month. :( and this is with me taking care of my food and exercising!
i am guessing…the weight is mainly the baby/womb/placenta…and my humongous boobs (which i am not really loving right now).
so to further trudge on with managing my pregnancy weight…here is the plan:
So hopefully…HOPEFULLY…this will slow down my weight gain. Though that’s very highly unlikely since the third trimester is the time the baby has major growth spurts. :p
Finding it more and more difficult to dress nicely. Especially since there’s a major lack in maternity fashion in Malaysia.
9 months used to make nice clothes. But I feel a bit too mumsy and pregnant when i tried on their new ones. they do have a nice range of yoga pants though. bought a maxi skirt from them.
Spring Maternity i love the striped dress i bought recently. it hugs in the right place without me looking like i was wearing a sack. their jeans are pretty comfy too.
that’s pretty much it. :p
I have been searching for tunics/long tops so that I can wear them with leggings. but with my huge boobies and tummy…it’s getting to be pretty hard to find one in a good fit. boo.
seriously, why can’t i be like those other mummies with their cute, neat bumps? :p
i have been writing for 1/2 hour. more than what i have been writing in the past year. :)
so till my next post…?