Smiling to herself as she sat at the table waiting for him to bring back the drinks. She relaxed back in her chair and gazed out of the window to the cold June day that caused the trees to dance wildy in the wind. She thought about what she had learned, who she once was and who she had now become. She now had a job that she loved, wonderful people whom she knew so true and felt confident within herself to reach for what she wanted.
She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong.
On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, she would just obey the final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led her.
*** Warning: This boring long detailed post is only for my future reference and memory.
26th June, Friday.
I was just going to KK for my usual checkup when the doc said I was having a lot of contractions, and the nurses were expecting me to be in pain when (other than baby's usual movements) I don't feel anything at all.
And so my doc admitted me reluctantly. For the second time, I went to the delivery suite, labour ward, when I feel nothing. Stayed till 11pm with the irritating drip, they shifted me to the normal ward, like the last time. I totally wanted to burn down KK at that point of time, admitting me for the 2nd time for nothing. Worse still, causing my discomfort and pain now and then.
I stayed up, waiting for the hours to past, hearing the cries of the baby from the next bed.
27th June, Saturday.
Then in the morning, the on-duty doc came to me and checked my bye-bye, causing me pain, yet again, saying my cervix is not open (I knew that) but recommend I induce the birth because baby's heartbeat is suspicious with all the regular contractions and would rather be given birth than staying inside me. I was thinking to hell, since I'm already here in the hospital for nothing, then just induce.
So I was shifted to the labour room again, to have the tablet put inside me at around noon time, rather painfully 3/10, because it had to be inserted deep.
Was then shifted up to the normal ward again, to wait for my next tablet when the time's up.
Then at around 8pm, another on-duty doc woke me up and asked me to shift to the labour room as she's expecting I'm having my contractions pain.
I went to the toilet before I couldn't due to the drip first and realised a lil' stream of blood. The nurses asked for my husband, and I called DT to tell him I saw blood. He rushed down at around 9pm and I could finally feel the slight contraction pains. The nurse asked if I wanted the pain-relief jab at my thigh when I was breathing the "laughing gas". I called mom, she said okay and I went with it. The effectiveness was only around 50% thou. I sucked on a grape-flavoured lolipop and waited.
28th June, Sunday.
At around midnight to 1am, my water bag finally bursted when the doc "orh-ed" my byebye again.
I tolerated the pain as it got more and more intense, contractions pain occurrence ranging for 1min to 5mins, until around 4am, I kept crying and moaning in pain for DT (playing DS on the couch beside $%@!%^), and all he did was keep stuffing the gas mask to my face and say, "xi da da li, xi da da li". When I pushed the mask away and screamed that the bloody gas ain't working, he kept repeating, "dear, wo zhi dao ni xing de." nonchantly for like 29374983572 times. I felt like slapping him and just cried out in pain. Till I tabolek-tahan, I asked for the epidural jab which I was determined not to take in the first place.
The doc took like don't know how long to come to me with the jab and still passed the 2page-long paper to me and asked me read all the side-effects, then explain everything, sign and all, while I was in intense pain lar. The nurse kept asking me I keep feel the wanna-pang-sai pain huh. I felt like kicking her and tell her it was far more than that lar, simi pang sai.
The evil yet powerful jab was 99% effective, I tell you. I fell into sleep 5mins after the jab, until 8am, the nurses came in. I asked to add medicine to the numbness, and she checked that I was only 5cm dilated, so the doc went ahead. Then another doc came in 5mins later and checked that I was actually already 9cm dilated. 3 docs came in and said they'll be delivering my baby.
At 9am, a nurse came in and casually said, "Can see head already. Come come, can push already." At that point of time, I don't feel any slight pain at all. And I pushed for less than 10mins, my baby is out with splashes of blood.
When I heard her first cry, it was absolutely amazing; tio toto also can't compare (thou I never tio before). She was borned at 9.08am, weighing at 3010grams.
Another nerdy doc came in, stitched my byebye for 30mins and I was transferred back to the normal ward. Then DT told me the nurse actually got cut my byebye before baby's head came out. I was like, "huh? Naohia~ then she need to cut so big or not?"
DT's parents came, then Bao and Wen, then my mom, sis and bro.
29th June, Monday.
Discharged from silly hospital.
- (STILL) Recovering from bloody stitches after 1week -
%$@#$#*%!...
Haven't decide on precious' name.
Sigh.
Love her~ (:
P.S.: Not forgetting I walk like a retarded slow duck.