| Friday, 30-Nov-2007 17:05 |
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luv is leya....
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finally..alhamdulillah..on the 17th of november at 8.45 pm, i gave birth to a beautiful baby, eleya sofea , witnessed by my wonderful husband and mother..the anticipation of her arrival had already been felt a week before when i was admitted 2 times in the hospital due to a leaking ketuban..this time, keen on not having a false alarm and being the boy who cried wolf, i waited till the actual due date although i had already been showing signs of pre labour before..on that morning, i was beginning to have contractions so i asked my mother to accompany me to the hospital to see my practitioner, Dr. Thokha. after checking me and having an internal examination, he asked me, " are u ready for labour? " . Half dazed and teriffied i gave a nod and then everything began to move fast..he inserted a pill to help my contractions and admitted me to the ward, up at the ward the nurse prepared me by strapping me to a monitor to monitor my contractions..at one o clock, the nurse told me to wait in the labour room until the delivery..suddenly i felt a sudden urge to run and flee ..the moment that i had been waiting for was now terrifying me!!..of course, it was inevitable, so i decided to go about it as best as i could..the nurses asked if i wanted epidural during the delivery, however after knowing the side effects of not feeling anything when pushing, bravely, though scared of what a dumb choice i might of taken,i decided not to take it, but opted for a more milder form of pain relief..
at 5 pm, my contractions were getting aggressive and my hubby was beginning to be my punching bag, i think i nearly broke his arm, by twisting and turning his hand, but it was a source of comfort to me..and his soothing voice telling me to berzikir, was better than any epidural i could of taken, during the contractions, everything began to run through my mind, alhamdulillah, i thought, i had already asked for forgiveness from my hubby,parents and family if anything was to happen to me..at 7 pm, i knew it was nearly time, as i thought that the baby maybe wanted to have the same time of delivery as me, which was 8.18..i had a sudden urge to push, but the nurse & doctor were nowhere to be seen, i screamed to my hubby " where's the nurse?" as i frantically didn't know whether i should push or not..finally, after what seemed like ages, the dr. came in and said i was open 8 cm and i could start pushing ..
i started to push as i never thought i could, but then , as if there wasn't a better time, my leg started to cramp and at my final push, the doctor had to pull the baby with a vacuum..the weird thing was, i couldn't feel the baby's head coming out and i was worried she wouldn't come out..but then i heard something that sounded like ploop, and saw a tiny leg at the corner of my eye. finally the doctor held up my beautiful baby girl and put her on my tummy after sucking out her fluids..at that moment, all the pain in the world vanished as i took a look at her beautiful face, she didn't cry at the top of her lungs like i have always seen in movies, but her cry was a soft cooing sound, which made her seem more endearing..i looked at my hubby and my mother who were with me through the whole process and praised Allah for giving me the greatest gift of all..
after everyone had cleared the room, the doctor started to sew me up ..yikes.. but i was so tired that i wasn't thinking of the pain, but kept dozing off to sleep as my dotting doctor began to tell me what to eat and what not to eat and how he was sewing me with jahit sembat, which nearly made me laugh if it wasn't for the needle down under..
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