So, it really was this coincidental.
But the birth story has to be backtracked to a day earlier...
16 October 2013
We were out unusually late on a weekday night.
10 plus: The hubby was happily showering when I heard a weird, loud 'farting' sound and realise that the water heater tank was giving out smoke.
11plus,12 midnight: The metallic burning smell has finally dissipated. I can finally bathe.
1+ am: Sleep. Finally!
17 October 2013
In the morning, I told the sister, "I don't want it to be today. I'm too tired to give birth."
12+ pm: Stuffed myself with food during lunch at Mummy's.
1+ pm: Too tired after lunch due to the long night. Sat up to sleep because I are so much.
2 pm: Sleeping sitting up is too achey. Let's lie down on the couch instead. No signs. It won't be today.
The moment I laid down on the couch, I felt a leak. "Shit, incontinence? Me? Damn."
But I continued dripping till I reached the bathroom.
Wait.
This doesn't smell like pee.
My water bag leaked?!
2.10 pm: Called the clinic and yes, I'm leaking! I took a quick shower and mummy panicked and off we went to Mount Alvernia.
The poor sister slept for only 3 hours and had to go pick up my hospital bag as the Cordlife Banking kit from my place. Should have brought it along.
2.45pm: The taxi uncle is fast. I was wheelchaired into the delivery suites cuz I was dripping.
3 plus pm: I was put on drip to speed up dilation.
4 plus pm: The nurse came in and said I still had a long way to go. I was still smiling. Contractions were mild.
5+ pm onwards: Contractions started getting stronger and it felt like really bad menses cramps. The nurses gave me some laughing gas just in case I needed it.
I lost track of time because the contractions got more intense. They felt like constipation. It was horrible. I tried to imagine baby going through the birth canal. When the contractions are not that intense, it actually worked pretty well.
Contractions are at a crazy level. I remember yelling that I wanted epidural. I was already pulling my hair then. Literally. The hubby read through a long list of the possible side effects of epidural. Don't sound fantastic. So in my delirious state, iscreamed for Pethidine.
Then the nurse said "no need epidural already!! You are 8cm dilated."
Everything else that happened later was fuzzy. I remember
- trying to knock myself out by breathing in a lot of the 'laughing gas'
- the nurse teaching me when to push
- I don't know how to push
Then that was it.
It was a moment of "insert expletive let's get it over and done with. This was the conversation that took place then.
"The poo poo feeling is here."
"Ok good. Push!!"
(Repeat about 10 times)
After about 10 pushes and with the help of the vacuum (which we wanted to reject initially but baby was showing signs of distress), our darling arrived.
I cursed a little when Dr Lee was delivering my placenta and clearing the blood. I think I took in a little laughing gas again because I didn't want to be so alert at that point in time. I could feel him stitching me up after that.
If you are wondering if the Christmas songs worked in distracting me during labour, nope, they didn't. The Buddhist mantra did though.
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