I have always been on my own when it came to post delivery confinement. With Munirah, towards the end of the maternity leave, I made the mistake of going back to Sban where my mother insisted on me taking this concoction of kunyit hidup (turmeric) and air asam and God knows what else. That resulted in diarrhea and my mother was adamant that the air kunyit hidup is not the cause. MrM had to take me to a clinic in KL where I was found to be so dehydrated that the doctor immediately put me on a drip. The reason being the GP that I went to in Sban was unable to diagnose let alone prescibe a course of action for my condition.
I think it was with Aliah that I went back to my mother's again simply because we were in the midst of renovating this house in RK and it was convenient for MrM to check on the contractors' work on the house. And I did not stay there for the entire 40 days either. Something happened during that confinement with my eldest sister that again I do not want to dwell on.....
My mother would scare me with her horror pantang stories i.e. what would happen if you do or don't do certain things and how you would only feel the effects of not strictly following the pantang rules only when you are older, da da da.....Sometimes I felt the anecdotes were bordering vulgar...for instance, if you sit with your legs open your you know what would be wide open as well (for those with normal delivery). And she would never fail to shudder at the thought of me getting cut up for the 4th time to deliver Harith. As if I had a choice in delivery after Munirah. And many more that I don't care to write down here.
Apart from the ikan haruan and jeli gamat that I am taking twice daily, I drink water a lot. My biras said that during pantang one must not drink too much water. What does everyone expect? I have to drink water and at least 8 glasses a day. I don't drink cold water and I don't gulp, just sip. I have my usual Nescafe in the morning with 2 slices of wholemeal bread. I don't wear socks during the day but at night I do since the room is air-conditioned. I take fruits such as oranges and pears and shy away from grapes and the cempedak goreng MrM bought for the kids. I eat mostly steamed fish daily and any veggies. I have not take eggs but eat cakes or mee hoon that has eggs in them.
I where pants and khakis during the day and not kain batik. I take nice warm showers in the morning and evening. If Dr Nik had his way he asked me to take showers 3 to 4 times a day!
I had my urut session already for three days and another one at 40 days. I tried the velcro stomach shaper but find that I sweat so much that makes me itch all day. For now I have refrained from wearing that until Harith is about a month or so.
As for the future, who knows? I try to eat healthy and well and rest as much as I can. Whether I will feel the effects of not following the old folks pantang rules in the future I don't know. All I can hope for is to regain my srength back through a proper diet and exercise.
The Purpose of Life is a Life of Purpose
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
What does spinal block combined with morphine do to me?
The first night after delivery I was dizzy and constantly felt like vomitting. Then I remembered that was how I felt with Aliah after her delivery, too.
At one point I almost vomitted or just the feeling of wanting to vomit and quickly pressed the button near my bed to call the nurse. She brought me the kidney shaped dish by the bed so that I can throw my guts out but nothing came out. Of course, the last meal was at 6am that morning, what could possibly come out?
I was given more medicine that night to contain the side effects of morphine and truth be told, I was in and out of sleep that night, envious of MrM who seems unaffected by the hard sofa in the room and slept very soundly.
That was precisely the reason I insisted on MrM to sleep in the hospital room the first night remembering how I felt alone after Aliah's delivery.
This time he indulged my request.
At one point I almost vomitted or just the feeling of wanting to vomit and quickly pressed the button near my bed to call the nurse. She brought me the kidney shaped dish by the bed so that I can throw my guts out but nothing came out. Of course, the last meal was at 6am that morning, what could possibly come out?
I was given more medicine that night to contain the side effects of morphine and truth be told, I was in and out of sleep that night, envious of MrM who seems unaffected by the hard sofa in the room and slept very soundly.
That was precisely the reason I insisted on MrM to sleep in the hospital room the first night remembering how I felt alone after Aliah's delivery.
This time he indulged my request.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Those who have passed on - AlFatihah
This past week has been finding out about the death of people I hardly know but somehow have left somewhat of an impact in my blogging life....whether it is their writing style, their opinions, their life updates, their struggles, their happiness, their prayers and many more.
AlFatihah to :
"The trouble with life in the fast lane is that you get to the other end in an awful hurry"
AlFatihah to :
- The Ancient Mariner
- A mother who gave birth to a baby boy weighing less than 1kg while struggling with the metastasized cancer of the breast
- Yasmin Ahmad, and the PETRONAS ads have always been an interesting topic with MrM, who without fail will ask me what the moral of the ad would be and I would get it all wrong, but those ads have never failed to cause me to shed a tear....
"The trouble with life in the fast lane is that you get to the other end in an awful hurry"
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Snaphots of Harith
Just this morning 19 days old
Looking more like Aliah as a baby
17 July 11 days old
He is more alert these days and is awake more frequently
Saturday, July 18, 2009
A Series of Events - Delivery of Harith Danish
I suddenly realized that there is a disconnect from 6 July 2009 and Should I rename this blog entry.
Me being me, documentation mesti in order, so here goes :
The delivery
After meeting Dr Nik early morning of 6 July, he decided that I should have the C-section that day at 1pm. There was the admissions to go through and I was initially given the four-bedded room while waiting for the single executive room to be vacated and cleaned.
By the time I got to the room was about 10 something or so and there were a series of procedures to be administered. Further shaving, enema, and meeting the anaesthetist. That guy entah apa mabuk tried to find my veins at the side of my wrist sakit gila masa dia cucuk kat situ. Sampai hari ni lebam lagi. Macamlah I am so thin sampai susah sangat nak cari vein. Shaving apparently kena sampai ke bawah bukan di atas sahaja and enema tak payah since I emptied my bowels in the morning before meeting Dr Nik.
The lady next to my bed apparently was to undergo a c-section as well but she chose to be under general anaesthetic. So she went first and was wheeled in a wheelchair. My question is, why me yg under spinal block ni ke wheeled into OT on a bed? Did size have anything to do with it?
Once wheeled into OR, there was no turning back! Yeah right, this baby has to be delivered right? MrM was sent to change gears, I was asked the same questions over and over again, "When was your last meal?" "When was your last drink?" then into the OT I went.
I thought this OT no 7 was a bit smaller compared to the one when Aliah and Zarif was delivered. You could hear the music, the anaesthetist did say that if I didn't like the music I could have it changed. Yeah as if music is foremost in my mind at that time.
Anaesthetic solution applied, first injection to numb the skin, second injection to administer the spinal. Except for the initial jab, it was relatively painless procedure. Relative to finding that vein on my wrist that is.
This time, compared to Aliah's delivery, I could feel my legs getting heavy, which is really a good sign that the spinal is indeed working. Because after having epidural for Zarif's delivery, the spinal block masa Aliah's delivery still enabled me to move my legs about. Imagine my worry when the good doctor was about to start the surgery. Lepas tu dibaringkan di atas operating table, BP monitor dah pasang, IV injected with something so that I don't feel dizzy, catheterization, and my stomach and private parts for the entire OR to see. That one I should have expected tapi tak ingat lah pulakkan sebab risau pasal spinal aje.
Dr Nik came in and said the same thing 9 years ago "blunt or sharp? blunt or sharp?" Blunt ke sharp ke satu hapah pun tak rasa lagi dah. He said he will start first before MrM comes in because he has to go through every layer of the previous C-section scars. Of course finally MrM is in and he saw my stomach already cut open. I wonder eh, sekejap tengok wife kena potong, sekejap tengok wife dalam keadaan lain, sekejap tengok wife pregnant....pening!
He sat beside me and I warned him not to see what the good doctor was doing because I was freaking out. Stay beside me! Tapi menjenguk jugak dia sekali sekala. My breathing was getting heavier due to the spinal block and the oxygen mask was so merimaskan. In the end I decided not to use the oxygen and try to breathe normally.
It took Dr Nik a good 30 minutes to get to the final layer, then there was the squishing sound macam sucking water ke blood ke and he said he is going to deliver our baby now. Alahai berdebar hati ni rasa mengharapkan baby yg dilahirkan ni normal.
Then baby Harith was born into this world at 1:45pm, crying his lungs out, with Dr Nik menyambut by giving his customary salam, and said semoga menjadi anak yg soleh and I cried. Taklah teresak2 tapi mengalirkan air mata. Nak teresak2 pun tak boleh sebabnya masih lagi tak boleh bernafas dgn normal due to the spinal block.
Asked MrM to check and tell me baby ni normal ke tidak and dia angguk. Alhamdulillah. Baby kata Dr taklah besar and after clearing the fluids from his nose and throat the OR assistants wrapped him and gave him to me. Snap, snap, took photos and off the baby went to the nursery.
Baby Harith weighed 2.41kg, or 5,3lbs, slightly less than Aliah who weighed 2.53kg at birth and Zarif who was 2.55kg. Alhamdulillah baby's indicators such as G6PD, Apgar score semua normal. Having a baby at this age, while I know there are many 40 something mothers out there who still brave getting pregnant at this age or older, has been tough on me mentally given the pessimist that I am. I have been on an emotional roller-coaster this past 9 months, crying, angry, sensitive over the smallest of things (both at work and at home) and happy and syukur things have turned out well.
Next change : Effects of morphine and spinal block post delivery
Me being me, documentation mesti in order, so here goes :
The delivery
After meeting Dr Nik early morning of 6 July, he decided that I should have the C-section that day at 1pm. There was the admissions to go through and I was initially given the four-bedded room while waiting for the single executive room to be vacated and cleaned.
By the time I got to the room was about 10 something or so and there were a series of procedures to be administered. Further shaving, enema, and meeting the anaesthetist. That guy entah apa mabuk tried to find my veins at the side of my wrist sakit gila masa dia cucuk kat situ. Sampai hari ni lebam lagi. Macamlah I am so thin sampai susah sangat nak cari vein. Shaving apparently kena sampai ke bawah bukan di atas sahaja and enema tak payah since I emptied my bowels in the morning before meeting Dr Nik.
The lady next to my bed apparently was to undergo a c-section as well but she chose to be under general anaesthetic. So she went first and was wheeled in a wheelchair. My question is, why me yg under spinal block ni ke wheeled into OT on a bed? Did size have anything to do with it?
Once wheeled into OR, there was no turning back! Yeah right, this baby has to be delivered right? MrM was sent to change gears, I was asked the same questions over and over again, "When was your last meal?" "When was your last drink?" then into the OT I went.
I thought this OT no 7 was a bit smaller compared to the one when Aliah and Zarif was delivered. You could hear the music, the anaesthetist did say that if I didn't like the music I could have it changed. Yeah as if music is foremost in my mind at that time.
Anaesthetic solution applied, first injection to numb the skin, second injection to administer the spinal. Except for the initial jab, it was relatively painless procedure. Relative to finding that vein on my wrist that is.
This time, compared to Aliah's delivery, I could feel my legs getting heavy, which is really a good sign that the spinal is indeed working. Because after having epidural for Zarif's delivery, the spinal block masa Aliah's delivery still enabled me to move my legs about. Imagine my worry when the good doctor was about to start the surgery. Lepas tu dibaringkan di atas operating table, BP monitor dah pasang, IV injected with something so that I don't feel dizzy, catheterization, and my stomach and private parts for the entire OR to see. That one I should have expected tapi tak ingat lah pulakkan sebab risau pasal spinal aje.
Dr Nik came in and said the same thing 9 years ago "blunt or sharp? blunt or sharp?" Blunt ke sharp ke satu hapah pun tak rasa lagi dah. He said he will start first before MrM comes in because he has to go through every layer of the previous C-section scars. Of course finally MrM is in and he saw my stomach already cut open. I wonder eh, sekejap tengok wife kena potong, sekejap tengok wife dalam keadaan lain, sekejap tengok wife pregnant....pening!
He sat beside me and I warned him not to see what the good doctor was doing because I was freaking out. Stay beside me! Tapi menjenguk jugak dia sekali sekala. My breathing was getting heavier due to the spinal block and the oxygen mask was so merimaskan. In the end I decided not to use the oxygen and try to breathe normally.
It took Dr Nik a good 30 minutes to get to the final layer, then there was the squishing sound macam sucking water ke blood ke and he said he is going to deliver our baby now. Alahai berdebar hati ni rasa mengharapkan baby yg dilahirkan ni normal.
Then baby Harith was born into this world at 1:45pm, crying his lungs out, with Dr Nik menyambut by giving his customary salam, and said semoga menjadi anak yg soleh and I cried. Taklah teresak2 tapi mengalirkan air mata. Nak teresak2 pun tak boleh sebabnya masih lagi tak boleh bernafas dgn normal due to the spinal block.
Asked MrM to check and tell me baby ni normal ke tidak and dia angguk. Alhamdulillah. Baby kata Dr taklah besar and after clearing the fluids from his nose and throat the OR assistants wrapped him and gave him to me. Snap, snap, took photos and off the baby went to the nursery.
Baby Harith weighed 2.41kg, or 5,3lbs, slightly less than Aliah who weighed 2.53kg at birth and Zarif who was 2.55kg. Alhamdulillah baby's indicators such as G6PD, Apgar score semua normal. Having a baby at this age, while I know there are many 40 something mothers out there who still brave getting pregnant at this age or older, has been tough on me mentally given the pessimist that I am. I have been on an emotional roller-coaster this past 9 months, crying, angry, sensitive over the smallest of things (both at work and at home) and happy and syukur things have turned out well.
Next change : Effects of morphine and spinal block post delivery
Thursday, July 16, 2009
10 days old
Harith sleeping this morning
Harith Danish is 10 days old today!
At 10 days, Harith sleeps for 3 hours at one go before needing another feed. His suckling is very strong now and I feel that the breast milk is not enough. Dr Bee said not to worry and continue breast feeding provided that I do not take any form of herbal concoction for confinement. Today was the first visit to the paediatrician's clinic and the bilirubin level has dropped further to 182.
Harith wakes up to be breastfed at 1 to 2 am, and again between 4 to 5 am. Which is not that bad, provided that I am not working as I can catch a nap in the afternoon the next day.
My breast does not have time to lactate and he is already up for another feeding. We will see up to 14 days, then Harith would be supplemented with formula.
I am worried about training the new maid. Tried to do so today but she seems a bit young and always in a haste to do something else when she is supposed to be dedicated to taking care of Harith. Will have to be patient and make lots of notes for her. The dos and don'ts.
Today MrM received good news from his boss. So good that he got the shock of his life. Yeah... it is that time of the year for MrM when new salary is communicated. Alhamdulillah. I will know my fate on 22 July, I guess. If there is any. If I have not reached the ceiling in the salary band.
I need a nap now since I had guests this afternoon and was not able to sleep. Zzzzzzzzz......
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Juggling balls
Zarif has been sick since Monday. It started as fever and headache and now nausea and not able to eat. MrM brought him to the panel clinic again today and nothing additional was prescribed but to continue with the medicine that was prescribed Monday.
Baby Harith bilirubin levels have come down below the threshold and was discharged at about 7pm today. He will need to have his blood taken again on Thursday and thank God for Dr Bee in Seremban. He was Aliah's paeds many, many years ago and was surprised to see me with a baby. He is such a gentle doctor and his demeanor is comforting to a parent with a sick child as well as the child.
I slept this afternoon after visiting Harith at the hospital and the urut session in the morning. That was the final session before another one at 40 days thereabouts. That was a very good nap, even though I was sleeping on the wing chair. Aliah went for her swimming class at the Sports Complex and she appears to me very confident, albeit darker, since she took up swimming again. The only thing about her is telling her to check her schoolwork has become a constant nag and she keeps saying "tak ada homework Ma....". At this point I have not gone into checking her books one by one though I think a lot of parents, working or not (mothers who do not work will argue that what they do at home is also work), do check their kids books and for any circulars or memos from school. When I come back home from work, I am just too beat to be checking on schoolbooks and more so getting angry with them for incomplete school work, sloppy handwriting or just plain do not know what needs to be done.
Anyway......
Baby Harith is asleep now after three consequent breast feeds...Dr Bee just called to inform MrM that Harith has breastmilk jaundice and needs to be monitored in the next couple of days. I am not to eat jamu or too much ginger as this apparently contributes to the recurring of the jaundice. And to drink a lot of water. All the things that my mother would not allow me to do like for instance drink too much water.
Zarif vomitted on my bed just now and MrM probably will bring him to the hospital tonight to treat his nausea and headache.
It has been a long day....
Baby Harith bilirubin levels have come down below the threshold and was discharged at about 7pm today. He will need to have his blood taken again on Thursday and thank God for Dr Bee in Seremban. He was Aliah's paeds many, many years ago and was surprised to see me with a baby. He is such a gentle doctor and his demeanor is comforting to a parent with a sick child as well as the child.
I slept this afternoon after visiting Harith at the hospital and the urut session in the morning. That was the final session before another one at 40 days thereabouts. That was a very good nap, even though I was sleeping on the wing chair. Aliah went for her swimming class at the Sports Complex and she appears to me very confident, albeit darker, since she took up swimming again. The only thing about her is telling her to check her schoolwork has become a constant nag and she keeps saying "tak ada homework Ma....". At this point I have not gone into checking her books one by one though I think a lot of parents, working or not (mothers who do not work will argue that what they do at home is also work), do check their kids books and for any circulars or memos from school. When I come back home from work, I am just too beat to be checking on schoolbooks and more so getting angry with them for incomplete school work, sloppy handwriting or just plain do not know what needs to be done.
Anyway......
Baby Harith is asleep now after three consequent breast feeds...Dr Bee just called to inform MrM that Harith has breastmilk jaundice and needs to be monitored in the next couple of days. I am not to eat jamu or too much ginger as this apparently contributes to the recurring of the jaundice. And to drink a lot of water. All the things that my mother would not allow me to do like for instance drink too much water.
Zarif vomitted on my bed just now and MrM probably will bring him to the hospital tonight to treat his nausea and headache.
It has been a long day....
Monday, July 13, 2009
Harith has jaundice
Harith was just admitted into the nearby hospital to be put under the light as treatment for jaundice. My poor little baby! I admit I was so emotional about leaving him there since the hospital rooms are full (Seremban can do with another private hospital since the other one is always full as well) and not waking up to the sound of him crying in the middle of the night.
Oh dear....besok nak balik kerja nanti macamana ni....
This experience of having a baby at this age feels like having one for the first time again. I remember with Munirah how teary eyed I was on the first day of work.
How I wish I can be a full time mother...those days I did not have as much responsibilities as I do now. How I wish I can freeze this time spent with Harith Danish....before you know it the two months is up and I have to leave him in the hands of the paid help......
Oh dear....besok nak balik kerja nanti macamana ni....
This experience of having a baby at this age feels like having one for the first time again. I remember with Munirah how teary eyed I was on the first day of work.
How I wish I can be a full time mother...those days I did not have as much responsibilities as I do now. How I wish I can freeze this time spent with Harith Danish....before you know it the two months is up and I have to leave him in the hands of the paid help......
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Should I rename this blog for the next 60 days?
Confinement at 42. What do you think?
After a 3 day stay at the hospital post delivery, I was discharged and returned to home sweet home on the 9th. I was a bit apprehensive going home. First is because I did not get much rest in the hospital, second at home there are the first three kids that equally demands attention and the usual nagging and worry about school work, exams, etc.
But I was wrong. Being home in the solace of your own bedroom, your own pillow, even your own blanket makes the difference in terms of comfort. The kids have been great, helping out in running back and forth from upstairs to downstairs and vice-versa to fetch things for me or for the baby. They can't wait for the baby to grow so that they can play with him. In fact today I saw Zarif trying to wake the baby up so that he can gaze into the brother's eyes. Last Saturday, while napping, I saw Aliah patiently waiting beside the baby and just contented in just looking at him. And Munirah, I think the arrival of the baby seems to have softened Munirah a bit. She is proud of the baby brother and have been making little announcements to her friends, their mothers and even the piano teacher!
I can't say enough on MrM. He is my pillar of strength. What would I do without him? From going to market, finding the haruan, sending kids here and there (tuition, kem solat), teaching the maid how to cook the fish, doing groceries, running errands here and there, cleaned and buried the tembuni (placenta), finding the urut lady, fixing things around the house, entertaining guests, the list goes on and on. By night time he is so dead tired it is a relief to lie down and straighten his back and before you know it he is snoring away. I am sure most husbands are that way, but knowing how he felt as the baby was about to be born, and the surge in emotions that can only be felt by seeing the look on his face, makes me understand MrM's sense of responsibility over me, this baby and the family as a whole.
I felt rather weak the first few days and naturally so since I just had that surgery on Monday. I was not in the mood to eat anything and the steamed ikan haruan is enough to throw you off any other food. So far it has been toast for breakfast, ikan haruan for lunch and dinner, a lot of vegetables and either plain water or Milo for drinks. Tomorrow I must stop drinking anything with sugar or milk and I tell you after indulging for 9 months, this will be so difficult. Rice I can do without, but my cup of Nescafe laced with condensed milk, that is a challenge for me!
Today the makcik urut came. The massage session was really good, this persistent headache since hospital days is gone! I am not sure if it is the massage OR the NR tablets that I have been taking for the past two days. One good thing about this NR tablets is that it eases my constipation. I guess that may have contributed to the headache. The urut will continue for the next 2 days and another session at 40 days.
Been diligently taking Afifah's prescribed Gamat Jelly since Friday. With ikan haruan, gamat, the NR tablets, I hope this will be a good start to the healing process and shedding excess weight. Once I am a bit more confident and stronger, I will pay a visit to Sispa for some fat burning session. And take brisk walks around the block to strengthen my legs and lungs since naik tangga pun still mengah.
Plans are as good as plans unless executed.
After a 3 day stay at the hospital post delivery, I was discharged and returned to home sweet home on the 9th. I was a bit apprehensive going home. First is because I did not get much rest in the hospital, second at home there are the first three kids that equally demands attention and the usual nagging and worry about school work, exams, etc.
But I was wrong. Being home in the solace of your own bedroom, your own pillow, even your own blanket makes the difference in terms of comfort. The kids have been great, helping out in running back and forth from upstairs to downstairs and vice-versa to fetch things for me or for the baby. They can't wait for the baby to grow so that they can play with him. In fact today I saw Zarif trying to wake the baby up so that he can gaze into the brother's eyes. Last Saturday, while napping, I saw Aliah patiently waiting beside the baby and just contented in just looking at him. And Munirah, I think the arrival of the baby seems to have softened Munirah a bit. She is proud of the baby brother and have been making little announcements to her friends, their mothers and even the piano teacher!
I can't say enough on MrM. He is my pillar of strength. What would I do without him? From going to market, finding the haruan, sending kids here and there (tuition, kem solat), teaching the maid how to cook the fish, doing groceries, running errands here and there, cleaned and buried the tembuni (placenta), finding the urut lady, fixing things around the house, entertaining guests, the list goes on and on. By night time he is so dead tired it is a relief to lie down and straighten his back and before you know it he is snoring away. I am sure most husbands are that way, but knowing how he felt as the baby was about to be born, and the surge in emotions that can only be felt by seeing the look on his face, makes me understand MrM's sense of responsibility over me, this baby and the family as a whole.
I felt rather weak the first few days and naturally so since I just had that surgery on Monday. I was not in the mood to eat anything and the steamed ikan haruan is enough to throw you off any other food. So far it has been toast for breakfast, ikan haruan for lunch and dinner, a lot of vegetables and either plain water or Milo for drinks. Tomorrow I must stop drinking anything with sugar or milk and I tell you after indulging for 9 months, this will be so difficult. Rice I can do without, but my cup of Nescafe laced with condensed milk, that is a challenge for me!
Today the makcik urut came. The massage session was really good, this persistent headache since hospital days is gone! I am not sure if it is the massage OR the NR tablets that I have been taking for the past two days. One good thing about this NR tablets is that it eases my constipation. I guess that may have contributed to the headache. The urut will continue for the next 2 days and another session at 40 days.
Been diligently taking Afifah's prescribed Gamat Jelly since Friday. With ikan haruan, gamat, the NR tablets, I hope this will be a good start to the healing process and shedding excess weight. Once I am a bit more confident and stronger, I will pay a visit to Sispa for some fat burning session. And take brisk walks around the block to strengthen my legs and lungs since naik tangga pun still mengah.
Plans are as good as plans unless executed.
Monday, July 06, 2009
06.07.09
I am awake since 5 am and not much of a sleep since 2:40 am. Sleep evades me at this point and I didn't want to take the sleeping tablet anymore last night. I thought I would tire myself out and would be able to sleep naturally. Wrong! After watching the Federer vs. Roddick Wimbledon final, there was no way I could sleep.
In 10 minutes, I will go downstairs and have a hot drink and some oatmeal before the fasting begins at 6am.
Today, I am as ready as can be. My flu is gone with the occasional cough to clear my throat. Feels like there is phlegm but really when I spit it out, it looks more like saliva than anything else. The big sh*ve has been done, my bags are packed, MrM has yet to pack his since this time around I insist that he spends the night with me in the hospital until I am confident enough to get out of bed post delivery myself. This little one was doing somersaults in there even at 3am and I can feel him move even as I type. We have not decided on names yet even though the one that I wanted is still what I fancy calling this baby. The name would most probably still begins with an A. Munirah will always be the unique child in this family whose name begins with an M.
As I write away, and after loads of assurance from friends and family, I am calm and stil a teeny-weeny bit anxious over the procedure today. I felt the same way when being prepped for Aliah's delivery in 2000 and everything turned out all right. The c-section, according to the doctor will take longer because of previous scars and also the tubal ligation that he will do after th baby is born. I have had suturing done on my c-section wound post Munirah's birth and that I was even more nervous than this. And I was 29 then. Being this age I have to admit that I already know what it entails and Dr Nik has always done a good stitching up from my experience with him during Zarif and Aliah's births.
I am thankful for this experience and the only complaints that I have is fatigue and nausea. I am thankful for the ability to withstand all that and the good health evidenced from blood pressure, sugar levels and urine content.
Going downstairs for breakfast now. My stomach is already growling!
In 10 minutes, I will go downstairs and have a hot drink and some oatmeal before the fasting begins at 6am.
Today, I am as ready as can be. My flu is gone with the occasional cough to clear my throat. Feels like there is phlegm but really when I spit it out, it looks more like saliva than anything else. The big sh*ve has been done, my bags are packed, MrM has yet to pack his since this time around I insist that he spends the night with me in the hospital until I am confident enough to get out of bed post delivery myself. This little one was doing somersaults in there even at 3am and I can feel him move even as I type. We have not decided on names yet even though the one that I wanted is still what I fancy calling this baby. The name would most probably still begins with an A. Munirah will always be the unique child in this family whose name begins with an M.
As I write away, and after loads of assurance from friends and family, I am calm and stil a teeny-weeny bit anxious over the procedure today. I felt the same way when being prepped for Aliah's delivery in 2000 and everything turned out all right. The c-section, according to the doctor will take longer because of previous scars and also the tubal ligation that he will do after th baby is born. I have had suturing done on my c-section wound post Munirah's birth and that I was even more nervous than this. And I was 29 then. Being this age I have to admit that I already know what it entails and Dr Nik has always done a good stitching up from my experience with him during Zarif and Aliah's births.
I am thankful for this experience and the only complaints that I have is fatigue and nausea. I am thankful for the ability to withstand all that and the good health evidenced from blood pressure, sugar levels and urine content.
Going downstairs for breakfast now. My stomach is already growling!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
Flu and cough makin rancak
Could not sleep again last night. What else is new? This inability to sleep due to multiple factors such as cough, backache, fear of cramps, frequent trips to the toilet has been going on for 2 weeks now. Or perhaps even earlier.
My good intentions of sending the kids to school this morning and going to the wet market soon after remain good intentions. I didn't even know what time MrM went to work. After getting up at 5pm, I slept on the sofa again at close to 7pm. And now just up again.
I think I am getting better. I really hope so. Bena is making me cough out the phlegm. The thing with Bena is that it makes you drowsy. And I was drowsy all day long yesterday. Imagine coughing like this after the C-section. Rasa nak terbelah perut nanti. That is why I need to get better by Monday. The anaesthetist will not be too happy seeing me with this cough and runny nose.
I think I'll get a new handphone today. I can't survive without one. Two days now without a handphone and that girl from M*x*s tak ada pun call about the loan unit. Nasib baik still can access email from the portal.
4 days to go now......think positive, think positive, think positive!
My good intentions of sending the kids to school this morning and going to the wet market soon after remain good intentions. I didn't even know what time MrM went to work. After getting up at 5pm, I slept on the sofa again at close to 7pm. And now just up again.
I think I am getting better. I really hope so. Bena is making me cough out the phlegm. The thing with Bena is that it makes you drowsy. And I was drowsy all day long yesterday. Imagine coughing like this after the C-section. Rasa nak terbelah perut nanti. That is why I need to get better by Monday. The anaesthetist will not be too happy seeing me with this cough and runny nose.
I think I'll get a new handphone today. I can't survive without one. Two days now without a handphone and that girl from M*x*s tak ada pun call about the loan unit. Nasib baik still can access email from the portal.
4 days to go now......think positive, think positive, think positive!
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