The arrival of our little one

It's been awhile since I last blogged. Reason being because I was trying to settle down with Baby Chase being with us. It has been a real experience for both me and KC. However, before I forget all that has happened, I had better blog it all down. Despite my gynae saying that I will suffer from Amnesia eventually, I beg to differ and if I do have a second one, it would probably be a very informed decision. :)

So here goes the event happenings:-

On the 14th of December, I returned from my in laws place as usual. Usually upon my return, I'll have a shower and then hit the sack ready to catch a movie. Anyway, before I could do so, I had realised there was stain on my liner. Yes, it was the "show".

Immediately, I told KC and asked him to call the emergency hotline to ask for my gynae. I took a shower and washed my hair. KC did as told and after which he too took a shower. I answered my gynae's call and spoke to her saying I stains on my liner. She said it could be the "show" or something else and asked me to get myself admitted and head straight to the labour ward. And so I relayed this message to KC and we did as told. Luckily I had packed my hospital bag, but there are always last minute items that we had to stuff in.

KC rushed to the Glen E and I sat in the car thinking what was awaiting me in the hours ahead. When we reached the labour ward, there was a sister in the ward and she attended to us. She asked me to change into their gown and then she had to check how dilated my cervix was and then had to call my gynae to inform her. So I changed into my gown and did my business. I asked her how was she going to check and she said she was going to stick her fingers in. There was only going to be a little discomfort but it won't be pain. Who would have known that was a lie. She actually stuck her entire fist in because she said my cervix was right behind and she couldn't reach it!!! Boy was that painful...and when she pulled out her hands, her entire glove was covered with blood.

Later on my gynae came and said that she too had to stick her fingers in to measure the dilation!! I was so furious...Why couldn't one person have done it?? Why was there a need to verify. Anyway, so my gynae stuck her hand in and said, " I was 2cm dilated." Then she went on saying that she had to burst my waterbag manually. And so she went ahead to burst the bag with her fingers. After that, my contractions became more intense compared to the many braxton hicks I had experience throughout the day and the day before.

Before my gynae left the room, I asked her if the manipulation at my cervix awhile ago would be more or less painful than the crowning. When she said that manipulation was nothing, I straight away told her to administer epidural. I didn't want to be garang anymore. I didn't want to try going through labour without assistance. She then said she was going next door to do a C-section and later she would send the anaesthetic over. I said ok.

As I waited, the sister came in and said she wanted to clear my bowel. Then I said, I had already done my business earlier. Whew..thank God...if not they would have stuck something up my anus hole. One close shave...Subsequently, as I waited the contractions started to hurt more and more. Now I realise once your waterbag burst you are able to feel the contractions more intense.

Then the Anaesthetician finally arrived. He was a very assertive man. Filled with confidence too. I felt safe in his hands. He started by putting a mark on my bag. But when he did that, it tickled me. He kept telling me to hold still, but it was difficult as I am a very tense person and the slightest touch at certain areas makes me laugh. However that was eventually done and I am glad that went well.

Once epidural was administered, it was a breeze from then on. I fell asleep while waiting for the dilation and moved my legs occasionally because they felt real heavy. The nurses strengthen and lessen the dosage when necessary. When morning came, and I was fully dilated, the nurse asked me to push.

Within three pushes, baby's head surfaced out...And KC kept encouraging me saying he could see the hair and all. When the nurses asked me to stop pushing, another contraction came and that naturally pushed the head out. But because the gynae has yet to arrived, the nurses had to hold the baby's head from coming out. Baby was so eager to come out to this world.

Soon after, the gynae came to deliver the baby and KC cut the umbilical cord. KC did not catch magical moments though as he was overwhelmed with emotions and forgot to take much pictures. After cutting the cord, they put baby on my chest, however I did not get to breastfeed him as I had to be rushed to the operating theatre for more mending. (Explained later) While KC was looking at Baby Chase, the gynae was mending my tear. No episiotomy was done on me but since there was a shallow tear, she had to mend it. After mending it, she still saw blood and was worried. She said that the lighting in the labour ward was not strong enough and she had to rush me to the operating theatre before the epidural wore out.

This was my first time going into an operating theatre. My gynae even mentioned that if she couldn't find out what was wrong, she had to undo the stitches she had done in the labour ward to see where was the bleeding coming from. Luckily the light was strong enough and she identified a second tear at my cervix area. There again she tugged and mended the tear and used a vacumn to suck out all the blood since I was at the operating theatre

I later waited a long time for them to wheel me back to the ward to see my precious and KC. I had to ask them to cepat!! Haha....This whole process was indeed tiring and it last about 10 hours. It was truly an experience. My privates was so swollen due to all the manipulation it was put through. It felt like it would never function again. Haha...At the last day, when I had my catheter removed, I couldn't pee still and was so worried. Thank God, eventually the pee came out and I could be dischaged without the catheter.

When asked by the gynae what I thought about the entire event...I told her I had never felt so abused at my underpart before. She just laughed and said she had no choice but to burst the waterbag. But she didn't understand the fact that before she did that, someone else had already beaten her to it. The pain was horrible and I hope never to be reminded about it.

However, I thank God for this precious little thing that has entered KC and my life. Indeed he has brought us joy ever since though the first few days was really hard to adjust. Will continue the story in my next entry....