4th of Jan midnight, we arrived at Umra hospital. With my bagasi besar (harus la iron rambut pon bawak ok! ape kessss?)... The midwife took me to my room where she asked me to change into my kain batik... Nak pakai pon tak reti, Mr Y tolong ikatkan... hihi... Mesti la dia ikat kain batik tu mcm org laki pakai kain pelikat! but whatever! So, bermulalah episode nak beranak ku...
The midwife came to check on me every 1 hour or so asking if I've had any signs of contraction. Honestly, I felt nothing. I could have slept soundly througout the night (like Mr Y kat katil seblah) if it wasn't for my paranoia. I started reminiscing all sorts of labour room traumatic experiences I've heard before and I started wondering how would mine be???? Sambil berfikir, sambil mendengar keruhan tidur suamiku di sebelah, thanksss!
I woke Mr Y up since I couldn't sleep. "I tak tenteram la".
"Laa, ye ke? Simpan energy you tu, besok kena pakai byk... " he sed with half opened eyes.
"Tak bole laaa... I takot".. I finally admitted my fear.
"OKOK jom kite kuar, ambik fresh air... I'll drive around, kite gi beli teh ais eh?" he replied trying to comfort me.
"NO!" was the answer we got when we asked permission from the midwife... "Nanti Dr Ummul marah saye.. Baik puan rest je mlm ni"
LaLaLaa... Cubaan tak berjaya kan... I stayed but Mr Y quietly crept out to get me teh ais. Hehe. I tried to sleep again after that but failed, I guess I was awake throughout the night. 3 patients from other rooms had safely delivered their babies while I was still there, with no signs of giving birth.. not even a bit. The midwife kept on checking on me to see my contractions and dilation but nada, nil, zero... Nak buat chicken dance saat2 tu pon bole je lagi... huhu... Takde sakit pon.. What's wrong with me? I was already given induce shots twice! Pon tak jalan.... :|
I remember I started the next morning with my Subuh & Hajat prayers. Both our anxiousness were killing us! Finally at 11 am, they asked me to go the the labour room. I held the picture of my son (As seen below) tightly in my hand as we headed to the labour room. I was feeling very nervous. I wonder what they would do with me next. Mr Y was loyally next to me most of the time. I could see fear in his eyes too. He has this weakness of unable to see another person in pain, especially someone dear to him like meeee... He would run away (kalau dia blah saat2 aku tgh meneran, siap laaaa!)
Anyways, the labour room was this small square room with a tv (saat2 nak beranak sape nak tgk tv lagi weyyy!), and all sorts of machine, and utensils... urrrghhs scary! I lied down on the bed as they strapped on the ctg machine on me to check my son's heartbeat. He was doing just fine. A nurse was there with me all the time. She was a good one. She held my hands most of the time as Mr Y held the other hand. I was a bit calm, at least. Everytime the machine showed a contraction, I felt nothing. Everytime the nurse asked how was the cramp... I wouldn't know how to answer to her as I felt nothing... "err, sakit la sikit.. kot"... Oh boy, I wish labour would be like this thouroughout! No pain langsong... hah berangan!
We waited for Dr Ummul to come and check on me. Meanwhile the contractions were getting more frequent. Tho I felt nothing, I was starting to sweat. Mr Y wiped them away efficiently. Then Dr Ummul came to have a look.
"Waterbag awak tak pecah lagi ni. Awak dah dilate dalam 4 cm" she told us.
Then I saw this metal rod. Then she told me she was gonna force break the waterbag. Shietz takot! Mmg patot rase takot cuz that was the most uncomfortable feeling ever, and boy it was painful! Time tu ade jugak rase nak penendang sesiapa yg berdekatan... The next thing I knew, the bed was wet with a mixture of water and a bit of blood. Mr Y looked like he was gonna cry already. He couldn't stand to see the sight of the helpless me.
"Nurul, cuba awak tgk ni. Air ketuban awak warna hijau. That means, anak awak dah berak dlm perut" Dr Ummul told me as she showed it to me. "Awak kena caeser la Nurul, saya tak boleh tunggu sbb awak baru dilate 4cm. We have to do it now " as the words stung in my ears. A tear trickled down my eye. I've always hoped for normal vaginal birth. But looks like I won't go through it this time.
"Tak boleh ke tunggu saya fully dilate doctor?" I begged.
"Bahaya la Nurul. You talk to your husband, saya nak ambil borang awak kena sign, then we will take you to the operation theatre ok? Don't worry, it will be a very short surgery. Nanti awak dah boleh jumpa anak awak dah. Jangan la nanges Nurul.... " she said trying to soothe me.
As she left the room, I cried and hugged Mr Y, "I nak beranak mcm biase... I tak nak c-sect"
He hugged me back and comforted me "Takpe la, c-sect pon ok. Yg penting you dgn pie dua2 selamat. Kite tak nak something bad jadi kat baby kan? Kite dgr je laaa ape doctor ckp ye?"
I nodded and I cried as I made calls to some friends and family.
Dr Ummul came back and made me sign some papers. Everything was just a blurry as I signed them.
"Ready?" she asked me.
"Jap nak pegi toilet dulu"I said.
"OK, Nurse teman dia kejap" and the good nurse came to my aid. She took me to the bathroom nextdoor. As I walked, water poured out from "down there" like waterfall.
"Biar je, takpe. Biase la tu" the nurse said as she saw the scared and shocked face of mine.
I went to the loo and came out, all set to deliver my son.
-to be continued (again)-
The midwife came to check on me every 1 hour or so asking if I've had any signs of contraction. Honestly, I felt nothing. I could have slept soundly througout the night (like Mr Y kat katil seblah) if it wasn't for my paranoia. I started reminiscing all sorts of labour room traumatic experiences I've heard before and I started wondering how would mine be???? Sambil berfikir, sambil mendengar keruhan tidur suamiku di sebelah, thanksss!
I woke Mr Y up since I couldn't sleep. "I tak tenteram la".
"Laa, ye ke? Simpan energy you tu, besok kena pakai byk... " he sed with half opened eyes.
"Tak bole laaa... I takot".. I finally admitted my fear.
"OKOK jom kite kuar, ambik fresh air... I'll drive around, kite gi beli teh ais eh?" he replied trying to comfort me.
"NO!" was the answer we got when we asked permission from the midwife... "Nanti Dr Ummul marah saye.. Baik puan rest je mlm ni"
LaLaLaa... Cubaan tak berjaya kan... I stayed but Mr Y quietly crept out to get me teh ais. Hehe. I tried to sleep again after that but failed, I guess I was awake throughout the night. 3 patients from other rooms had safely delivered their babies while I was still there, with no signs of giving birth.. not even a bit. The midwife kept on checking on me to see my contractions and dilation but nada, nil, zero... Nak buat chicken dance saat2 tu pon bole je lagi... huhu... Takde sakit pon.. What's wrong with me? I was already given induce shots twice! Pon tak jalan.... :|
I remember I started the next morning with my Subuh & Hajat prayers. Both our anxiousness were killing us! Finally at 11 am, they asked me to go the the labour room. I held the picture of my son (As seen below) tightly in my hand as we headed to the labour room. I was feeling very nervous. I wonder what they would do with me next. Mr Y was loyally next to me most of the time. I could see fear in his eyes too. He has this weakness of unable to see another person in pain, especially someone dear to him like meeee... He would run away (kalau dia blah saat2 aku tgh meneran, siap laaaa!)
Anyways, the labour room was this small square room with a tv (saat2 nak beranak sape nak tgk tv lagi weyyy!), and all sorts of machine, and utensils... urrrghhs scary! I lied down on the bed as they strapped on the ctg machine on me to check my son's heartbeat. He was doing just fine. A nurse was there with me all the time. She was a good one. She held my hands most of the time as Mr Y held the other hand. I was a bit calm, at least. Everytime the machine showed a contraction, I felt nothing. Everytime the nurse asked how was the cramp... I wouldn't know how to answer to her as I felt nothing... "err, sakit la sikit.. kot"... Oh boy, I wish labour would be like this thouroughout! No pain langsong... hah berangan!
We waited for Dr Ummul to come and check on me. Meanwhile the contractions were getting more frequent. Tho I felt nothing, I was starting to sweat. Mr Y wiped them away efficiently. Then Dr Ummul came to have a look.
"Waterbag awak tak pecah lagi ni. Awak dah dilate dalam 4 cm" she told us.
Then I saw this metal rod. Then she told me she was gonna force break the waterbag. Shietz takot! Mmg patot rase takot cuz that was the most uncomfortable feeling ever, and boy it was painful! Time tu ade jugak rase nak penendang sesiapa yg berdekatan... The next thing I knew, the bed was wet with a mixture of water and a bit of blood. Mr Y looked like he was gonna cry already. He couldn't stand to see the sight of the helpless me.
"Nurul, cuba awak tgk ni. Air ketuban awak warna hijau. That means, anak awak dah berak dlm perut" Dr Ummul told me as she showed it to me. "Awak kena caeser la Nurul, saya tak boleh tunggu sbb awak baru dilate 4cm. We have to do it now " as the words stung in my ears. A tear trickled down my eye. I've always hoped for normal vaginal birth. But looks like I won't go through it this time.
"Tak boleh ke tunggu saya fully dilate doctor?" I begged.
"Bahaya la Nurul. You talk to your husband, saya nak ambil borang awak kena sign, then we will take you to the operation theatre ok? Don't worry, it will be a very short surgery. Nanti awak dah boleh jumpa anak awak dah. Jangan la nanges Nurul.... " she said trying to soothe me.
As she left the room, I cried and hugged Mr Y, "I nak beranak mcm biase... I tak nak c-sect"
He hugged me back and comforted me "Takpe la, c-sect pon ok. Yg penting you dgn pie dua2 selamat. Kite tak nak something bad jadi kat baby kan? Kite dgr je laaa ape doctor ckp ye?"
I nodded and I cried as I made calls to some friends and family.
Dr Ummul came back and made me sign some papers. Everything was just a blurry as I signed them.
"Ready?" she asked me.
"Jap nak pegi toilet dulu"I said.
"OK, Nurse teman dia kejap" and the good nurse came to my aid. She took me to the bathroom nextdoor. As I walked, water poured out from "down there" like waterfall.
"Biar je, takpe. Biase la tu" the nurse said as she saw the scared and shocked face of mine.
I went to the loo and came out, all set to deliver my son.
-to be continued (again)-
2 comments:
phewwwww...
wowoww....mmg journey gile babe..
and i can imagine the pain sume..nak berair mataaa!!
tu la kan.
tak nak igt plis sakit dia camne.
kalau tak takot nak pregnant again.
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