A Day To Remember

It was a bright Monday, 26th December 2011 and as usual, public holiday means cleaning the house, doing 3 rounds of laundry, folding piles of clothes and entertaining Kakak's whines about not being able to jog at KLCC park - a productive day in deed. While waiting for Izwan to arrive home from work, I was busy preparing dinner - fried the marinated chicken mom had prepared, folding the 3rd batch of clothes and watching re-run of Masterchef US. Like I said, a productive day. Upon the arrival of Mr. husband, he asked for a cup of hot coffee since he had to continue doing his work at home and suddenly, I pee-ed on the sofa bed. I ran quickly to the bathroom as it won't stop flowing. I asked Izwan to call Busu (my aunt) to check on whether the running pee was a pee or air ketumban coz it doesn't look like a pee - clear whitey fluid and viscous with few drops of blood in the toilet bowl - confirm kena pergi hospital dah.

Izwan called my gynae to inform him that my water broke and he instructed us to go to the hospital immediately, straight to the labor room. We took our own sweet time. Sempat lagi nak pilih-pilih baju mana nak pakai between a jubah or a pyjamas. Luckily, I've packed my bag, itu pon banyak yang tertinggal. So, moms-to-be, be prepared. Nasib baik hospital-rumah dekat and MRR2 was being nice for not having traffic that night. Off we went to the hospital and get myself admitted at the labor room. I was still in good condition - no pain, no nothing. Sempat gelak ketawa dalam labor room and ordered nasi goreng pattaya and roti canai telur from Izwan. Lapar tak terhingga.

So relax. Rambut boleh kemas-kemas pakai cekak lagi.

After awhile the midwife came to my room and insert an unknown fluid inside my buttock to make me poop. At 12.30am, I was still in a good condition with minimal contraction. The midwife was struggling to get my baby's palm as she was not moving that much that night. Pity Izwan, he had to sleep on the floor as the labor room doesn't provide any extra bed for the husband. It's a labor room remember?! I was 2cm dilated at that time.

I was still fresh and awake that night. I was having a serious goosebump in my tummy. The feeling was surreal. I mean, I'm about to give birth to my child. Unlike Izwan who snored soundly sampai saya yang segan. 

At 4.30am, I asked for a pain-killer from the midwife as I couldn't bare the pain from the contraction. I remember the midwife said that I'm 4cm dilated and I was like baru 4cm? 

I fell asleep right after and suddenly the pain hits me like a bombshell. At 6.30am, I called the midwife half-cried as I couldn't bare the pain. Izwan woke up as I was squeezing his hand tightly. The pain was unbearable. They said that the birth pain is as worst as the period pain one had only that it's 10x painful. I've never experience any period pain before but I can assure you that it is very very very painful. Seriously painful.

The midwife and few nurses came in to prepare me for the delivery. They gave me the oxygen mask and instructed me to breathe only when I feel the contraction. Apa lagi, I breathe entirely using the oxygen mask sampai muntah-muntah kena salin baju. I think I passed out right after. I can't remember what happen to me as the pain kicks in very hard but I remember screaming, chanting ayatul Qursi during the entire process.

At 8.30am, I woke up from the pain and screamed "saya nak berak" to the nurses. The doctor wasn't there yet and the nurses asked me to hold on first and not to push the baby out. I kept on screaming "saya nak berak, saya nak berak" and for all I know I pushed as if I was pushing for the poop to come out and there she was, my baby's out the minute my gynae sat his butt on the chair, Alhamdulillah.

I was all high due to the extra dosage of oxygen. I opened my eyes slowly and I saw my baby being cleaned up by the nurses and I heard the sweet sound of her crying. Alhamdulillah was all I said. The sound of Izwan chanting the Azan and Qamat to my baby girl made it official that we are now the parents of Iman Alexandria. Alhamdulillah, syukur!

I was holding her minutes later and for all I know, I cried while feeding her for the very first time. It was a happy cry, a blissful cry.

Tuesday, 27th December 2011 bersamaan 2 Safar 1433, 8.35am - a memorable day to remember.