The EDD of #BabyA is actually 25th August but ever since I hit week 38, I am actually hit by back and pelvis pain. His weekly scan also keep bringing me bad news that he is getting bigger no matter how I eat.
I actually decided to go on Scheduled Cesarean Section via Epidural on week 38 as #BabyA was estimated to be 3.4kg with a big head and body. My gynaecologist also told me that #BabyA got an increased risk of shoulder dislocation. #BabyA on the other hand was still happy inside my tummy, no dilation and my amniotic fluid also sufficient. My gynaecologist say I could still wait provided if the baby does not go any bigger. He also think I might have chances that induction won’t be work well since I am not dilating at all.
Hence, I scheduled a Cesarean Section on the 19th August (Week 39, Day 2) at 8am.
4.00am: Alarm Rang
4.30am: Bathed (Since I won’t be bathing for at least a few days until I am back home)
4.45am: Set off to the hospital
Although my delivery time is at 8am but the hospital ask us to reached by 5.30am. I was also on no food request so I am feeling super hungry.
5.00am: Reaching Hospital and raining heavily. (Seems like telling me to rethink my decision of Cesarean Section)
5.39am: Checked in to my room
6.40am: Nurses came in to prepare me.
6.44am: Changed to my operation gown and use enema to clear my poop out.
6.51am: Finished pooping from enema. Feeling exhausted and took a small nap.
7.05am: Pushed to the recovery room. Starting to feel a bit scared as this is the first time I am hospitalized and sleeping in the bed and being push around. It is really not the best feeling.
7.20am: Wheeled to operation theater for my epidural.
7.30: Kk was outside the recovery room to go in the operation theater.
7.40am: Anaesthetist couldn’t find the area to inject so advise me to go General Anesthesias when I will be totally knocked out and Kk couldn’t come in for the delivery. I ask him to try again but still fail so end up can only go ahead with General Anesthesias.
Nearly 8am: Gynaecologist suddenly leave for another more urgent patient since I was scheduled and anesthesias was administered so I was asked to wait.
8.20am: Gynaecologist came back and I was immediately KO.
8.59am: Kk witness #BabyA for the first time
I can’t remember the exact time but all I can remember is the nurses keep waking me up and tell my the operation was over but I was feeling pain and drowsy so I couldn’t open my eyes. I went back to sleep until a while later another nurse try to wake me up. I tried my best to open my eyes and they wheeled me back to my room.
I was semi awake then. I remember Kk waking me up when I was in the room. He said, “Thank you.” He gave me a kiss on my head and told me baby is very healthy and loud.
11.21: Baby wheeled to me. I can’t believe he is just so small.
Honestly, I was scared when I have to deliver via General Anesthesias. All along I thought I will be delivering via natural so when I have to make a decision to deliver via Cesarean Section. I was a bit scared but I feel that’s the best way to ensure #BabyA was safe. I don’t mind suffering and I don’t want to regret not delivering via Cesarean Section in case shoulder dislocation happen. I feel like crying in the operation theater when the Anaesthetist told me that he couldn’t find a good spot to inject the epidural. My next thinking was it must have been scary for Kk too. Since he was prepare to welcome our son together only to find out that he cannot go in since I was going to be delivering via General Anesthesias.
I am not sure when but I think I somehow woke up during the operation and all I felt was pain and went back unconscious. I remember feeling the pain before I was totally awake. It was the worst pain feeling of my life, it was really very painful that I can’t describe.
But now #BabyA is out, I am thankful even though it didn’t exactly go the way I imagine but still I am glad everything came out well. He did not have much problems preventing him from the hospital discharge. I am thankful for that.
Dear Baby A,
Not sure when will you be reading this entry. We have actually decided on your name but we are not sure if we would want your name to be on the internet. The world outside is not a very safe place and I hope that you will grow up in a free and happy environment. I was hoping to keep your growing up log here if possible so I decided to just name you BabyA when I am addressing you in public.
I wanted to write to this letter to you on day 7 but I guess I really underestimate the recovery time from delivering you and taking care of you despite I have daddy and Confinement Auntie to help me with you.
From the day I know you existed, I was always tired and nausea. That wasn’t the worst part of the pregnancy. At 20 weeks, gynecologist gave us a fright that you might not be a healthy baby. I prepared for the worst that I might need to give you up. I didn’t dare to keep a record of your presences because I didn’t want to be too attached to you. Luckily, you managed to pass all the test and everything was just a false alarm. When I finally got better and thought I could enjoy the perks of being pregnant, you gave me gestational diabetic and I can only take healthy food. Even at week 39, you grew too big that gynecologist said that you have an increased risk of shoulder dislocation. Hence on 19th August 2016 (Friday), we decided to deliver you via Epidural Cesarean Section but you still decided to come out on your way via GA csect.
When mummy just gave birth to you, I couldn’t move much because of the pain from Cesarean Section. Daddy handled everything from the announcement of your birth to taking care of the bed-ridden mummy.
After mummy discharge from hospital, Daddy has been helping me a lot whenever he is around so that mummy is less stressful with you. Mummy broke down a few times when I couldn’t stop you from fussing and crying. Daddy took over like a man and pacified you and ask mummy to take a break from taking care of you. They always say how good a man is depend on how he behave after his wife’s delivery. People always say how mummy sacrifice her life but rarely did others give credits about how a responsible daddy sacrifice his too. I hope you will grow up to be a great man like your daddy.
Lastly, by the time you grow up, you might not remember the auntie who takes care of you when mummy was recovering. As of now, she actually carry you more than mummy do as I couldn’t carry you too much. When you fuss and refuse to sleep, she coaxed you to sleep. I hope you will be nicer to her and treasure her before she leave you at the end of mummy’s confinement. Mummy is feeling a bit reluctant for her to leave as she is a great help to me and she cooks good food for me so I could give you my best milk to your growth.
Mummy decide to create an Instagram for you. You can browse it as I will be recording your presence ever since you are in my stomach. I will be posting on your photo updates more often there.