[Caution: This post is going to be longer than the usual ones.]
QW's EDD was 16 Apr 2014. By mid Mar, my hospital bag was already on stand-by. She decided to make her appearance earlier, on 9 Apr 2014. That day began like any other pregnant days, except for a bit of very pale pink discharge and very brief menstrual cramp. Hence, I went to work as usual.
At around lunch time, I felt the cramp again. So, I started to make a mental note on the contraction timing. It was still quite inconsistent: varying from 15 to 45 minutes apart. I recalled my gynae saying to take things easy and wait for the contraction to be consistently 5 minutes apart before heading for Mt A. Hence, I did not alert my husband, who was still in a meeting. Towards my knock-off time at around 6pm, the contraction timing became a lot more consistent. About 20 minutes apart. As I had some loose ends to tie up, I stayed in office till about 7pm.
Around 12 midnight, the labour contraction was finally 5 minutes apart. Gave him a ring and he rushed back from his meeting. When he got home, I had already showered and double-checked the hospital bag. We were good to go! The drive to Mt A was a blur and he was the driver. I vaguely remembered that he took such a long way there that I thought I might just give birth in the car!!
When we reached Mt A delivery ward, the nurse got me to change into the hospital gown, strapped me up to all the gadgets (to check baby's heartbeat and my contractions), checked my progress and commented that I was 3 cm dilated. By the way, each delivery ward has its own attached toilet, a digital clock (handy noting when QW was delivered!) and the monitors.
After asking some typical questions (such as when the contractions started, how old I was, how many times had I delivered, who was my gynae, etc), she got me to clear my bowels (by injecting some fluids up my anus), and sent my husband off to clear the paperworks. While waiting for them to return, I whatsapp-ed our sisters the latest updates.
When the nurse next checked in on me, he asked for an estimated delivery time based on her experience (so as not to keep our sisters, who were there, waiting). She estimated that each cm of dilation would probably take 45 minutes (for 1st timers?) and told us to send our relatives home. Also, she told us to call for her when I felt like giving birth and walked off. In my mind I was thinking "Hello~ This is my 1st time. How would I know what giving birth feel like?!"
Anyways, we did a quick calculation. 45 minutes per cm meant that I would be stuck there for at least 6 more hours!? Oh my god!! The contractions were manageable, but starting to irritate me. Another thing that irritated me was the digital clock. More specifically, it was time. Every time I checked on it, time seemed to be crawling so ever slowly! How am I going to survive 6 more hours?!
Less than 2 hours after the nurse left me with my husband, I had the urge to pass motion (but I had already cleared my bowels!) and I had reached my pain threshold. By then, I only wanted one thing. EPIDURAL! So, I got my husband to get the nurse.
Upon checking my progress, she exclaimed, "9 cm!". With that, she got into a frenzy mode (and I guessed I was too late for epidural)! Very quickly, she called my gynae and asked him to be in asap. At that moment, I found it quite funny how things escalated so quickly. Luckily, we did not send our sisters off.
I remembered it took me 3 pushes (my gynae arrived on the 2nd push), and QW arrived! After that, I got the feeling of dying. Everything started to become very dark as I was going to black out. Wanted to bid goodbye to my husband and QW but the words would not form from my drained self. At the same time, the nurses were busy doing the routine checks on QW with my husband.
While my gynae was stitching me up, the laughing gas merely took the edge off the pain. Can I feel the pain? YES! I DO! I remembered twitching my legs because of it. You might say it is a kind of motor system response, but I tell you, the degree of twitching is proportional to the amount of pain I felt!
And what did my gynae tell my husband when he enquired (because he is forever so inquisitive especially when it concerns biology)? Gynae said,"Don't worry. She won't feel the pain because of the laughing gas." OH MAN~! I really wanted to tell him off in his face at that moment but I was way too sedated to say a thing!
"Take off your mask!", my gynae shouted after stitching me up. Maybe that was the effect of sniffing too much the laughing gas!? With much effort, I took it off and started feeling more alive. The nurses handed QW over to me for our skin-to-skin time and she breastfed immediately! After that, she was all wrapped up and ready for some photo shooting:
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With my gynae, Dr. Koh CH |
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Our 1st we-fie! She smiled :D |
Finally, we made our separate ways: us to my ward, and she to the nursery to get cleaned up before coming back for more breast milk =) The whole delivery took us about 2 hours from the time we got into the delivery ward. She had been kind to me =)