Baby Blues (part 4)

Last few days was funny and scary. It all started last Thursday morning when I started to have very bad backache. Can't move around regardless how I tried to change my position, tried sitting or lying down, walk around, bathe, tried everything but the ache just won't go away. So I thought "Okay, maybe been so tense lately...should try to relax and calm myself down." So think of happy thoughts, watch tv and for a while it worked, the pain slowly subsides. Then during late afternoon, the pain came back with full force, accompanied by very bad abdominal pain and I thought "Must have ate something wrong. Mak nya sambal tumis sardine power!" So drank lots of water and lie down on the bed. But the pain just got more intense...and in my mind I wasnt thinking about the fact that maybe I was going into labour because there was no contractions at all.
When Herman got back, told him about the pain and all. He tried to massage my back, rubbed oil and did everything to make me comfortable. By then I started to get a feeling of very intense contractions, aching all over and cold sweats. And I said to Herman "I think we should go hospital now." So we called my mum who rushed over to look after Shadiq who is crying.
When we reached the hospital, I was straight away placed in the labour ward where the nurse checked for my contractions. Apparently the contractions stopped when we reached the hospital but the other pain still stay with me. After an hour, they told me that I can go home and rest, probably due to a bad indigestion. So we went home. Couldnt sleep the whole night though, what with the bad aches and the vomitting that started later. Next morning Friday we see the GP (doctor Aziz was on holiday). Told me I had gastric flu and gave me some medicine to eat. Felt okay the whole day so I blamed the aches for the wind in my stomach.
But the next day Saturday, the pain came back this time I had shortness of breath and I thought "Not AGAIN." My back felt like it was being snapped into two, my tummy felt like it was being poked all over with needles, the lower region like being ripped apart...and every breath that I took is accompanied with pain....Tried to last the pain out, take panadol and the medication that the doc gave me, bathing (which kind of help a bit), put 'koyok' on the back and my mum rubbed my back and chest for breathing. Tried taking shorter breaths to ease the pain. Nothing works though. My mum panic when I started to turn very pale and break out in cold sweat. Called a few people for advise and they all told her the same thing "Go hospital now." I wanted to wait out to see if it will go away like the last time. Waited for a while more then decided to go (again).
Reached there, sent to labour ward (again) but this time my contractions was coming in every 10 minutes plus its already open by 1cm. Could hear the nurses talking to each other whether to admit me for labour or not. They were worried that doctor aziz is not here to deliver and it will be preemie. Finally after talking to the doctor, the head nurse decided that I should wait for Doctor Aziz and continue taking the current medication. So sent home again and felt very tired and drained by then. Still aching all over like before though not as intense.
Poor Herman was so disappointed, he was really like hoping that he get to see the baby but too bad...got to wait. Got a few jokes and laughs out of this though. Mak Long said that when the baby is here, should smack his butts hard for being so cheeky while my mum said that the baby just cannot decide when to come out.
Now still having the back aches, abdominal pains, lower region pains and sometimes heartburns..plus intense contractions at times but this time I tell myself and the baby to wait for a few more days. Won't go to the hospital again unless I am bleeding, my waterbag burst or my own gynae tell me to go. Other than that, tahan je lah...

House Make-Over?

Herman must be in the nesting mood right now. That is the only explaination I can get for him suddenly wanting to paint the whole house...kept sms-ing me the hows, whys and whens he is going to do it...I mean if you want to paint, just paint, why keep telling me, right? Now he is thinking about the time involved, counting our finances, the colours to use and most importantly when he is going to do it. Also deciding if he wants to hire painters to do it which would be more proffesional but a bit more expensive. To which I reply....you take nearly three weeks to clean the toilet (with me constantly nagging at the background telling him to wash and I doing it finally) and now you want to paint the whole house? But at the same time, I encourage his energy and imagination...at least he is 'thinking' about it, even though he is not into the 'doing' it mode yet.

Shadiq is now very much happy with his own playroom, stuffed with his toys, books and whatever-nots. But of course, mummy got to pick up and clean. Most of the time, I made Shadiq clean up his toys. So when he got into his lazy mode, just show him the cane and the room will be clean (well for a while at least, then its messy again). His fever subsided today after we changed his medication and after three days of self-confinement in his room, he pushed his box of toys to the living room to play. But turning into an actor by the way he over-react when he hurt himself or being scolded, probably wants attention.

Been at home for nearly three weeks and bored than ever...so its either I make-over Shadiq's room by rearranging his stuffs or putting up pictures, posters, whatevers...Been so restless that it made me sleepless during night time too....stopped watching tv cause there is nothing interesting on even with cable, I hate dramas or soap operas except for CSIs and the History Channel other than that its all crap to me....so I read my books. I have an entire shelf full of books which I love to read over and over again, mostly classics such as Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Dickens, Sir Aurthur Conan Doyle and the list goes on. Until I finished reading all the books, I will occupy myself with them or I go into labour, whichever comes first. Still got five more weeks to go till 10th September...counting the days.....

Shadiq - Baby Blues Part 4

Kesian Shadiq...today is the third day that he is down with fever, flu and cough. Gave him the medication and even 'koyok' to bring down the temp, still vomiting though mostly phlegm. He got even more clingy than ever, not wanting me to be out of his sight unless if he is sleeping...whines and cry more than ever...as what my mom said, the closer I am to giving birth, the more baby he behaves to me.

Kind of sad though, did not even want Herman to sleep with us, pushes him away if he gets too close to either of us. He used to be jealous but now even more so...poor Herman, end up he sleep alone in Shadiq's room, macam orang bujang he said. Partly because of the air-con which he say is too cold (both me and Shadiq still perspire despite the cold).

There are times when he gets on the nerves. I want to go toilet also he wants to follow...or how he clings onto my clothes when I walk away....all he wants me to do is just sit or play with him. Thank God, my parents help me during these times by bringing him out or playing with him..if not, I would just have lose my cool and whack him (guilty of being too hot-tempered). Even Emma seems to pick a fight with me during these last few weeks into labour...'sigh'.....
Shadiq is sleeping right now because of the medication and the fact that he just vomitted out his food, so I will take this opportunity now to read a book and sleep before he wakes up. Cause when he wakes up, he made sure that everybody wakes up...

Baby Blues (part 3)

(1st scan is the stomach - 2nd scan is the thigh bone)

Went for my check-up yesterday. So far the baby is quite okay, on the fat side....while measuring the head and the thigh bone, baby should be around 32 to 33 weeks but when doc measures the stomach, baby is 35 weeks! Total weight of the baby is estimated around 2.1kg and my sugar is a bit on the high side so got to watch my diet. This is what happen when you spend 2 weeks doing nothing except to eat and sleep....all that junk food I've been stuffing myself lately....so the estimated time of deliver should be around the 10th of September but the doc said that judging from the baby's position and weight, baby should probably be ready to be out by the 36th weeks. I was given another 2 weeks of hospitalisation leave again and more medication for the contractions as well as to prevent any infections. Anyway the doc will be on holiday to New Zealand for the next 2 weeks so its really a good idea for me to hold on as long as I could till he came back.

I have been reading too many horror stories on the internet about incompetent doctors and I really not ready to trust on another doctor if I go on labour. Praying very hard that I will go on labour only after my doctor comes back....in the mean time, I am preparing Shadiq about the baby. Can see that when I try to ask him about the baby and put his hand on my stomach, he totally ignore me or refuse to say anything. But there are times when he puts his head against my tummy and he will go "Ibu, baby here. Adik here." but these are very rare moments...I wonder how he will react when he really get to see his baby brother...so far he only gets to see x-ray images and thats the only image he have of the baby...wow, 2 boys in the house, actually 3 including Herman and I am the only girl...wonder what is that going to be like? Probably a George-in-the-Jungle episode...

Baby Blues (part 2)

The boredom has finally caught up to me....I am not the type of person who liked to be confined. I watched TV until to the point of flipping thru the channels every ten minutes and walked around the house like a zombie. I cleaned my maternity bag every day (dont know for what) and even got to the point of sorting through Shadiq's toys. But today is the day where I slept through the entire day from afternoon till the evening till I got migraine coz tried to keep on sleeping....I cant do any housework, cant do any walks outside nor can I do any activities that require me to sit down too long (gave me abdominal cramps and water leakage)....oh well, at least I am not confined in the hospital. My colleague called me earlier and told me how she was confined in the hospital. It was even worse where there are absolutely no movement at all, want to pee also got to use a bedpan, yucks! But then she was there for a few days then went into labour.

I really hope the next check-up this Thursday will give me at least good news. I really dont want another pro-longed labour....with the medication, it seems even more painful than without the medication and its really tiring just counting your days (or in my case, counting the minutes and hours)... and from the things that I have gone through the past few days, I got the feeling that this baby doesnt want to wait too. Hope the baby's weight have jumped to 2kg or more by that time, then he dont have to stay too long in the hospital like his brother. Shadiq was born at 34 weeks weighing at 3145grams and did not need to stay any longer in the hospital except for the jaundice.

Herman wants the baby to wait at least till the date hits 8th or 9th august. Then we can get freebies for delivering a national day baby....Typical Singaporean....anyway he said government suck in so much of our money so must try to get something back from them...if Herman had turned out to be a politician, he would probably be on the opposition side and we are probably under exile or risk being sued till we get nothing left. He have not even hang out the flag yet...

Baby Blues...

I just have to note this down on my blog as a significant detail of my second pregnancy. What happened was last Friday was the starting point of a lot of pain and frustrations. It started with a slight migraine and nausea....shrugged it off as maybe part of the medication side-effects. Then my lower back started to ache. Lie down and sleep for most of the day. Then my stomach start to ache as well as the lower part....no matter which way I turn, walk or sit, the pain seems to be everywhere. In my head, I started to think "Oh no! Don't tell me its time now." Kept praying very hard and talking to the baby not to come out now.

During the night, I break out in cold sweats and despite the medication that supposed to stop the contractions, I can feel the baby pushing down. Kept groaning in pain and praying hard not to let the baby out yet. Shadiq sleep on regardless of my pain so did Herman who was snoring his heart out. When I couldnt take it any longer, I throw a pillow at Herman. He woke up with a start and ask me what's wrong. Imagine that, here I am in pain with both my legs up on the pillows for support and he asked me what's wrong. When I told him, he yawned and said "Okay, just sleep and the pain will go away in the morning." Turned to the side and continue snoring!

'Sigh'....I bear the pain as long as I could then I throw another pillow at Herman again. He woke up, ask me what's wrong again and why I wasnt sleeping yet. To tell you the truth, I was tempted to throw something a bit more heavier than just a pillow. Told me the same thing again that the pain will go away if I sleep. When I insisted that I cant sleep, he told me not to worry and just dont think about the pain. Yeah right...dont think about the pain when I am in pain...actually I was also tempted to just rush out of the door with my maternity bag into the cab and to the hospital.

But I was worried about the baby and so I just kept on praying while Herman was snoring and somehow I just blacked out. Woke up later in the night, shirt covered in sweat and my shorts wet...Had a slight migraine and nausea....couldnt sleep after that....woke up feeling grumpy and angry, grumpy because of the migraine, angry because I am still sleepy and tired. When I told Herman about the whole night incident, he just said, "Oh, I didnt know that."

If you want to know, that is what happened to me when I was in the labour ward. He was also snoring his heart out while Shadiq was pushing his head out. Apparently they had a very comfortable sofa bed and he got tired of standing by my side, so he wanted to sit down for a while. He turned on the TV which happened to be showing a repeat telecast of a soccer match. He watched that until he fall asleep. The nurse came in and commented how loud he was snoring. He woke up when I threw a pillow at him. he changed the channel and said "Hey, Kuch, Kuch Hota Hai." on which I retorted "Kuch Kuch Hotak You! Baby dah nak keluar!" He grinned and said "tak leh tunggu jap ke. The movie just started. Cerita best!" on which I retorted "Why dont you go home and watch?! Im busy here!"

Husbands......I have a feeling that the next trip to the labour ward, it will be the same like the last time. I will be busy pushing and Herman will be busy snoring.

Camera, Ready, Action! (Part 2)

And here are some of the pics that I have of the kids in my class. I kind of miss these kids....I have been with most of them from nursery to now so I kind of attached with them....