I don’t know what took me so long to put together Junior’s birth story. Perhaps a part of me wanted to keep this story private and within just the 3 of us. Now that we are fast approaching Junior’s 3rd birthday, I have this fear that I might forget the details of what happened on that day as years passes by. Before that happens, I want to document down that magical day and share it with Junior in the future.
The thing is, for those weeks leading up to my EDD I felt no contractions. The closest I felt to Junior being ready to come out to this world was perhaps the immense weight I felt in my lower pelvis. Other than that, life pretty much went on. The ECG done at each checkup which was pretty much a weekly affair during that last few weeks did actually pick up quite a lot of trembles which meant I did have contractions. And Dr Lee my gynae speculated that I might go into labour anytime. But nope, that didn’t happen. And each time he saw me, he recounted how he always thought it was me when he was called up informing him that his patient has gone into labour and each time being surprised that it wasn’t me.
I remembered taking a couple of days off work just before my EDD hoping to rest or go into labour but I ended up having the time and energy to sew up a pair of pajamas pants! On the day of my EDD, Dr Lee recommended not to delay from my EDD in case of complications. It was also then that I was presented with the option of an elective caesarean. Dr Lee was pretty certain that with Junior’s weight and size, it was unlikely he will be able to squeeze past my smaller frame pelvis. I certainly wasn’t going to argue with that although I felt disappointed not delivering my baby naturally. But I was more concern about bringing Junior safely into this world.
So arrangements were made and I checked into Gleneagles at 12PM the next day (talk about speed). I knew I had a few procedures to go through like clearing my bowels, inserting a catheter into my bladder and basically waiting in the comfort of the ward before I was ready for my c-section at 5PM that day. And boy was I anxious and jittery throughout the entire day.
At about 4PM that day, I changed into the gown and got ready to be wheeled into the operating theatre. The nurses could tell I was anxious and worried and offered me lots of reassuring words. I was wheeled into this waiting areas while lying down and having the mister held on to my hands throughout the entire time. He had to leave me to get suited up before he was allowed into the operating theatre. Soon, I left him and was wheeled into the sterile room. The events that followed kind of went by in a flash and sort of in a blur.
I remembered marvelling at the operating theatre and thinking this is exactly how it looked like in the movies. Shortly, the aesthetician who was all calm and relaxed came and with the help of a few nurses they administered the epidural on me. Strangely, I did not feel anything. I was only worried that I could still wiggle my toes and told the aesthetician about it. Dr Lee was held up at this clinic so I had to wait for 20 minutes. During that time I was shivering (the side-effects to the epidural, I think) but the nurses were nice to try to keep me warm by giving me a blanket. I was tilted at an odd angle as well to ensure that the epidural gets to all parts of my lower body till i felt too heavy to wiggle my toes.
Those 20 minutes were the longest ever, and finally Dr Lee came and while he got ready for the procedure, the mister was also let into the room. I don’t remember much maybe cause I was starting to feel woozy. All I heard from Dr Lee was “let’s begin” and the next thing I knew was smelling like something burnt and then there were lots of tucking and pushing and at one point in time I felt like my guts was going to be pushed out before I heard a cry. At about 5.45PM, Seth was born!
They handled him to me almost immediately and tears of relief sprang to my eyes. The mister was still clutching on to me and patted my head as we looked on at our baby. What a beauty! Then the nurses whizzed him away to clean, check and wrapped him up as Dr Lee began to stitch me up.
Soon, they ushered the mister and Junior away as I was losing quite abit of blood and they had to spring into action on what needs to be done. Before I knew it I was wheeled into the recovery room where I lay and tried to recover. The nurses were encouraging and told me I did well but that I needed to stay in the room for a while longer as I was losing blood and they had to ensure I wasn’t in any kind of danger. I was also asked if I took any Chinese medicine during my pregnancy so that they could find out the reason for my blood loss. Being woozy as I was and with God watching over me, I felt immense peace to know I was in good hands and there was nothing I should worry about.
Finally, I was well enough to be wheeled to my ward and I was just overcome with gratitude that Junior is safe in my arms and that it all went fine and all it took was approx. 45 minutes in delivering him.
It was indeed an adventure and one that is extremely close to heart. Thank you God for seeing us through.