Oh boy, I started this blog thinking I would have ample of time during my confinement to detail out my motherhood experience. I also stocked up on e-books fantasizing leisure reading to my hearts pleasure. Was I dead WRONG.
I didn’t even have time to comb my hair (which admittedly i have always been kinda of a lazy bum), wear lipstick, or shower, or bengkung, ….or a lot of daily things I do which I now realize I take for granted for….. and all I wanted to, needed to, was more sleep.
So to keep up to speed, my daughter was FINALLY born on 5th November 2014!!! I remember the mixture of emotions of holding her and the joy of watching le husband having a welcoming conversation with her through the slits of my drowsy eyes induced by the oh so wonderful morphin. But most of all i remember the exhaustion, and this was from a cesarean operation, it wasn’t even a natural birth as we both had hoped. As much as it was a bummer after all the hypno-birthing mumbo jumbo, there were lessons in this very important occasion.
That we as human can plan as best as to our capabilities, but we are all subjected to the will and decree of The Almighty.
And I should have exercised more like Ibu nagged me to. kan? kan?
Seri Eiman was delivered in Putra Medical Center, Sungai Buloh. Let it go on record that despite the birth plans i provided and the Doctor agreeing to co-operate with our request. It is not a natural birthing friendly hospital. And I can’t say I was thrilled about the facilities and the staffs. However, I take responsibility on the bad decision for not thoroughly checking of this matter. The need to be close to Ibu and my husband through out my labor was the reason I chose it. Ironically none of them were with me during my labor. Husband insisted Ibu to go home as she fell before she got to hospital and was limping, and he went back home to get the phone chargers as men were no allowed in the labor ward, and rooms were fully booked.
Anyway, long story short. After my water broke with lots of blood around 11.00 pm, we rushed to the hospital (after husband paced and pranced around in panic whilst calling his Mak… hehe) and from 12 midnight till 9 am in the morning, my opening was only freaking 1 cm. Despite walking around the bedside and to the bathroom for hot showers… and several times being poked by the matron at you-know-where, the little lady inside me was adamant to stay inside and started to have a slower heartbeat, so it was suggested to have an operation immediately at the risk of losing her totally.
As obstinate as I was to not being cut opened, at that moment of time saving her was the most important thing. My husband kissed my forehead and told me he forgives me for anything i have wronged and i in return shook and kissed his hand and ask for his forgiveness (should have done it first kan!) and prayed for both our safety.
Ceh, reading this back brought tears to my eyes. Minah sentimental lah kan.
For now I shall leave this memory at this point and continue about the operation in the next posting. Can’t be too ambitious in a single comeback post, the possibility returning after several years for the next post is also high.