2013 is coming to an end and I couldn’t believe how amazing it is. I got pregnant and gave birth to a baby boy! Woohoo!
The husband and I have been trying for a baby since the beginning of the year and I thought I would strike on our first try. Lol. Was very disappointed when I didn’t get my big fat positive so on the 2nd month I stopped being so obsessive about trying to get pregnant.
On the 3rd month, I got a smiley OPK (Ovulation prediction kit) on the very first stick I peed on. I was like wah buy 4d also not so accurate! Save me a lot of money because the digital OPK can be rather expensive! It’s funny how excited I was over a positive OPK like it’s a HPT (home pregnancy test).
I have been reading up alot on trying to conceive forums and trying to pick up signs of being pregnant. I thought I had implantation cramp somewhere a few days past ovulation and I recall being at OCC playing golf at the range. I stopped after a while because if I’m pregnant, the last thing I want is to strain myself.
On the 9th DPO (day past ovulation), I itchy hand and went to POAS (pee on a stick). There was no line right after I peed on it. And I thought aiya too early and left the hpt on the vanity top. Was supposed to meet husband for dinner and I went to prepare before setting off.
And just before I decided to throw away the hpt, I thought I saw the faintest 2nd line on it. “OMFG AM I PREGNANT?!”
From then on I started to POAS twice everyday to see if the line gets darker. And it did!
Things got confirmed by my gynae and that’s the beginning of my life changing journey…
My pregnancy wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. Although i have got zero morning sickness, I do have a few espiodes of spotting. Specifically one that happened when I was down with gastric flu. I woke up in the middle of the night because of diarrhea and saw red. I freaked out because the last thing you wanna see during the pregnancy is blood!
The husband quickly sent me to Thomas medical 24 hours clinic to check if baby is okie. I wasn’t expecting that the doctor on duty doesn’t know how to use the ultra scan. We have to call back my gynae with a huge additional cost. -_-”"
Luckily everything turns out alright except that I have low lying placenta. My gynae warn me that if my placenta refuses to move up, I might not be able to opt for natural birth. I was ordered to move less and rest more.
2nd trimester was a breeze because my placenta moves up, appetite is great and things are stable.
3rd trimester was not too bad except that I couldn’t sleep well due to the weight of my tummy. We spent most of our weekends shopping for all the necessary stuff for baby and get all the deliveries done before it gets too near to my edd.
The husband and I celebrated our 5th wedding anniversary when I was 34 weeks and little did we know that our baby will pops out at week 35. :O
On the 12 of November morning, I woke up to prepare for work as usual. What’s not usual was that I saw blood on my liner. I was shaking and ask the husband what should we do (inside me I was like f**k f**k f**k what’s going on is everything gonna be okie?!). We decided to see my gynae and check if baby is coming out soon.
My gynae did cervix check, ultra scan and tracing and yet there are no signs of baby coming out. So she did douching (wtf) on me assuming it’s yeast infection.
On the 13 of November, 5ish am in the morning, I woke up to pee and saw red again! This time it’s dripping and I thought I was gonna faint looking at it! I shouted for my husband but he was too sound asleep so I grab a box of tissue and throw it towards the door. Luckily he woke up! Off we go to TMC again and this time to the 24 hours clinic. I was ordered to go straight to the delivery ward because I am already 35 weeks pregnant.
I was asked to change and lie on the bed while waiting to be attended. As I was trying to calm myself down, I felt more blood coming out from my bottom. My husband wasn’t allow to accompany me initially so can you imagine the scare I have to go thru alone? I kept praying and telling baby to hang in there and be alright.
My gynae finally came and check on me and was shock to inform that I’m already 3cm dilated and tracing shows that I’m having contraction. Water bag is still intact so my gynae is trying to stop my contraction hoping that I can at least drag a little longer before I go into labor as baby is still consider premature.
I took 3 dosage of the medication which supposed to help but the contraction couldn’t be stopped and instead, I was further dilated at 5cm. My gynae says if we can’t stop it, we should just go ahead and delivery the baby, TODAY OR TOMORROW. I was like WTF I’m not mentally prepared!
We stayed at the waiting room for a long long time and I don’t know what I’m waiting for. I was being poked countless time for anti biotic, medication to strengthen baby’s lungs and blood test for stemcord. You have no idea how much I’m afraid of needles but yet that day all these doesn’t seems to bother me at all. I just wanna make sure baby is fine and quickly get over this whole traumatic experience.
My contraction gets closer as each hour passed but it’s not painful enough for me to ask for epidural. I finally asked for one when it get closer to mid night because I wanna sleep and reserve my energy for pushing the next day and my backache is preventing me to sleep well.
Next morning came and my gynae decided to burst my water bag. I though I’m all ready to delivery my baby but the nurse told me that my dosage of epidural had finished and asked if I would like to top up. I ask her how long more before the numbing effect goes away if I decided to not take a second dosage. Her reply was about 3 hours. And she was SO WRONG.
When I am about 8cm dilated, I no longer feel numb. I could almost feel 90% of the pain when I’m about to start pushing. FML. I shouldn’t have tried to be hero and rejected the 2nd dosage.
The moment felt like eternity when I was pushing. From 10 cent coin size to 50 cent coin size (we even asked if it’s the new coin or old coin size!) and finally see the crowning of the baby, although it was about 30 mins but I felt like I’ve pushed the whole day. When I finally see my gynae and pediatrician walks into the delivery room, I knew the moment has come!
After about 10 pushes, baby is finally out! Instant relieve! It was very surreal to finally hold the little one after having him inside me for 35 weeks. :,)
The pediatrician says she will keep the baby monitored in nicu for about 2 hours before they send the baby back to me as he was considered a preemie.
I never get to see my baby 2 hours later. My pd says baby still need to be kept in nicu because of weak lungs. It didn’t occur to me that there will be anything more serious than that.
I was discharged on the 3rd day and went home without baby because he still need to be monitored. Instead of staying at home doing my confinement, I spent most of the time shuttling between my home and tmc to transport breast milk for him. Although I was tired and painful, all I wanted is to take a glance of him before he gets home.
My pd have been giving us false hope about baby’s discharge date. Everytime we go to the hospital, she will say they need another day to monitor the baby. And on the 5th days…