March = My baby's month.
The long awaited birth story will be up. We will also take a walk down the memory lane, and see what I still remember from my pregnancy up to now.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
My best friend's wedding
LDR = Long Distance Relationship
I can never ever survive in one. How do I know? Cause I am a super glue.. haha
My best friend survived and they got married. And they are finally starting a new life together..in the same house, in Dubai..
They started going out together in 2005 or 2006. He was in Jakarta then working, and fate as they said, linked them. He then travels between Jakarta and Kuala Lumpur. At times staying back in KL to work. And, last year he got a new posting.. to the faraway (6 hours flight can kill me) Dubai. I had to remind him, "Can you pls just marry her and bring her over?? Before someone else kidnap her??" He was like "ya..ya..ya". But little did I know he was already in the midst of preparing all the documentation. Good boy!
So they finally signed the dotted lines last year and had the customary ceremony just last week.
I wish all the best to the 2 of you, Issac and Yenny. Love and cherish each other. It is not easy to survive a LDR this long.
The lovely couple
Us at the dinnerMy best friend and his lovely wife
Pictures "stolen" from Yenny's Facebook
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Saddest day..
Am so heartbroken and sad. Yesterday was a double mourning day. Early in the morning, as I login to my Facebook page, I saw many of my friends writing on a wall of a senior "RIP". This is 1 senior I can't really remember personally. But still, the pain is there. For she is a mother of 2, and she is only 1 year my senior. How are the little ones going to cope without mummy by their side?
Come evening, I sent a casual SMS to a close friend. She had just delivered her baby girl 4 days ago. Since she is trying hard at breastfeeding, this should be the day milk starts to (or already) come in for baby :) My SMS went "Yo apa macam? Milk in? Need help let me know. Dont paiseh" When her reply came..all I can do is cry. Her SMS read "I lost (baby's name) yesterday. Don't ask me why. She was cremated this afternoon. Let's pray together that she rest in peace". Baby was 3 days old.
The events yesterday made me realise just how fragile life can be. While I was busy complaining, some will be happy just to keep on living. While I complain how tired I was cause my baby won't sleep, there is a mother out there wishing her baby would "wake up". While I am busy wishing my baby will finish this feed soon, some mother out there wishes they have a baby they can nurse. While I nag how noisy my baby is, some mother will wish their baby can cry and make noise. When I am having backache from carrying my baby for too long, some mother just wishes they can cuddle their baby at this moment.
I must remind myself, how lucky am I. I have a healthy and happy baby. It doesn't matter he wakes up every 2 hours at night wanting a feed. It is ok that he takes 2 hours to hang on my boobies for a feed. It is my happiness that he wanted to be carried in the carrier and sleep with his head hanging, while drooling down my chest and sweating all over my belly. It is my pleasure to wipe his tiny ass full of poos and changing a fresh diaper. All these things, I have been taking for granted for the past 7 months. Things are going to change. I shall complain less. It is my blessings that I have a baby in my arm as I am typing this.
To my dear friend, please hang on tight. Please be strong. Buddha have another plan for your little girl. You are still young. Recuperate, then try again. We will always keep her in our mind. I may not have seen her in person, but I love her already. She will always be remembered. RIP.
Come evening, I sent a casual SMS to a close friend. She had just delivered her baby girl 4 days ago. Since she is trying hard at breastfeeding, this should be the day milk starts to (or already) come in for baby :) My SMS went "Yo apa macam? Milk in? Need help let me know. Dont paiseh" When her reply came..all I can do is cry. Her SMS read "I lost (baby's name) yesterday. Don't ask me why. She was cremated this afternoon. Let's pray together that she rest in peace". Baby was 3 days old.
The events yesterday made me realise just how fragile life can be. While I was busy complaining, some will be happy just to keep on living. While I complain how tired I was cause my baby won't sleep, there is a mother out there wishing her baby would "wake up". While I am busy wishing my baby will finish this feed soon, some mother out there wishes they have a baby they can nurse. While I nag how noisy my baby is, some mother will wish their baby can cry and make noise. When I am having backache from carrying my baby for too long, some mother just wishes they can cuddle their baby at this moment.
I must remind myself, how lucky am I. I have a healthy and happy baby. It doesn't matter he wakes up every 2 hours at night wanting a feed. It is ok that he takes 2 hours to hang on my boobies for a feed. It is my happiness that he wanted to be carried in the carrier and sleep with his head hanging, while drooling down my chest and sweating all over my belly. It is my pleasure to wipe his tiny ass full of poos and changing a fresh diaper. All these things, I have been taking for granted for the past 7 months. Things are going to change. I shall complain less. It is my blessings that I have a baby in my arm as I am typing this.
To my dear friend, please hang on tight. Please be strong. Buddha have another plan for your little girl. You are still young. Recuperate, then try again. We will always keep her in our mind. I may not have seen her in person, but I love her already. She will always be remembered. RIP.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
My birth story
My baby was estimated to arrive on 12 March 2010.
On the eve of the EDD (estimated due date), I went off to Fit For 2 as usual. Enjoyed my workout, cam-whored with instructor, Debbie and other hot mummies. Even posted the pic on FB that night itself. I just have this urge of "I must post it tonight".
At about 4+am, I went to pee. And.. there's blood!! Oh no..I went and get hubby to wake up. "I'm bleeding". Hubby "Er..so what we do now? Any pain?" I said no, and we both went back to sleep. Then hubby went to work. Am starting to have some pain at this time. At about 7+am, the pain became so intense I can't ignore it and sleep anymore. So I went to shower and wash my hair. Very important! 1 month can't wash hair...Chinese custom - confinement period. Then I sms hubby, ask him to come back. He replied "Why?" I feel like killing him...
After all the dilly dally..we arrived at Dr Choong's clinic at 11+am. After checking, he said am 6cm dilated. 6CM!!! But my contractions just started? So we checked into the labour ward. And wait..and pain..and wait...About 2pm, Doc came..checked..still 6cm. So he said may take a while. He will see me after dinner. So I walk..kneel...sit..doing everything that don't comfort my pain a bit. The TENS is not working. Hubby's massage is not working. At 6+pm, bring me the epidural NOW!! At this point, tears is flowing at an auto mode with or without contraction.
15 minutes after, I am "bed-ridden" and pain-free. Ah... isn't epidural the best invention? And so.. we continued to wait.. until the next day morning. At about 11am, Doc came. 8cm. I am like.. why is it taking forever??? Seeing I am tired, and the epidural effects starting to wear off for the 2nd time, he decided to intervene. So am put on another drip. At 2+pm, Doc came again.. 10cm!! The bad news is, baby is not at the correct position, so he will have to vacuum baby out.
I sent the nurse to fetch hubby who was chill-laxing at the waiting lounge. And the team all get ready to help deliver my baby. I was starting to shake, as the effects of epidural wears off. So I can feel what is going on "there" but painless. And this is helpful for me when I push. Hubby came, all set. And the pushing starts. I have a team of cheerleaders, made of nurses. We stopped a few times as I was feeling nausea. Shaking so much hubby thinks I am terrified. Oh, and a stop for water. I think I had about 3-4 pushes and hubby said he can see baby's head.. and then I felt something huge coming out.. and next, baby is on my chest.
The nurses are busy sucking out mucus from his mouth and cleaning his face. Then I have a look at him. He let out a few gentle cries. Then he opened his eyes and look around. I am so so touched and.. I don't know what other words I can say. I felt extremely exhausted and cold. I am shaking so much as epidural leaves me.
Hubby followed the nurses out as they bring baby for the checks. Weight, height etc. Boy was born 3.45kg, 51cm. Sometime later, I woke. And I was asked to eat something. It's over 24 hours since my last meal. But I can't and I finally puke (1 of epidurals side effect).
After I rested, it's time to nurse baby, at the labour room as in my birth plan (finally another thing according to my plan). Ok, so how do we start? I don't even know how to hold him! The nurses helped, and they helped to latch him on. And according to them, he is sucking well. I don't know, as I am still in KO mode. The pics hubby took is so ugh.. I can never show them to any1. I look so dead! Is amazing I did not drop baby.
Next, I am cleaned and transferred to the maternity ward. Then hubby have to go and I am all alone. Most of the time I left baby in the nursery. Too tired for anything. And they (books, lactation specialist) are serious when they say nursing is tough. I shivers when the nurse push baby in. Until I remembered, I can nurse lying down. But I think I nursed too little. End up baby had jaundice.. for a month.
Pregnancy is the most amazing 9 months I had. Experiencing the roller coaster of emotion and physical changes. Seeing my self turning into an elephant. Getting all the 1st hand feeling of baby's movement. I missed being pregnant. Delivery was ok. Thanks to epidural and help of my gynae and the team at Pantai Hospital.
Post-partum was... well, I will do better next round :)
On the eve of the EDD (estimated due date), I went off to Fit For 2 as usual. Enjoyed my workout, cam-whored with instructor, Debbie and other hot mummies. Even posted the pic on FB that night itself. I just have this urge of "I must post it tonight".
At about 4+am, I went to pee. And.. there's blood!! Oh no..I went and get hubby to wake up. "I'm bleeding". Hubby "Er..so what we do now? Any pain?" I said no, and we both went back to sleep. Then hubby went to work. Am starting to have some pain at this time. At about 7+am, the pain became so intense I can't ignore it and sleep anymore. So I went to shower and wash my hair. Very important! 1 month can't wash hair...Chinese custom - confinement period. Then I sms hubby, ask him to come back. He replied "Why?" I feel like killing him...
After all the dilly dally..we arrived at Dr Choong's clinic at 11+am. After checking, he said am 6cm dilated. 6CM!!! But my contractions just started? So we checked into the labour ward. And wait..and pain..and wait...About 2pm, Doc came..checked..still 6cm. So he said may take a while. He will see me after dinner. So I walk..kneel...sit..doing everything that don't comfort my pain a bit. The TENS is not working. Hubby's massage is not working. At 6+pm, bring me the epidural NOW!! At this point, tears is flowing at an auto mode with or without contraction.
15 minutes after, I am "bed-ridden" and pain-free. Ah... isn't epidural the best invention? And so.. we continued to wait.. until the next day morning. At about 11am, Doc came. 8cm. I am like.. why is it taking forever??? Seeing I am tired, and the epidural effects starting to wear off for the 2nd time, he decided to intervene. So am put on another drip. At 2+pm, Doc came again.. 10cm!! The bad news is, baby is not at the correct position, so he will have to vacuum baby out.
I sent the nurse to fetch hubby who was chill-laxing at the waiting lounge. And the team all get ready to help deliver my baby. I was starting to shake, as the effects of epidural wears off. So I can feel what is going on "there" but painless. And this is helpful for me when I push. Hubby came, all set. And the pushing starts. I have a team of cheerleaders, made of nurses. We stopped a few times as I was feeling nausea. Shaking so much hubby thinks I am terrified. Oh, and a stop for water. I think I had about 3-4 pushes and hubby said he can see baby's head.. and then I felt something huge coming out.. and next, baby is on my chest.
The nurses are busy sucking out mucus from his mouth and cleaning his face. Then I have a look at him. He let out a few gentle cries. Then he opened his eyes and look around. I am so so touched and.. I don't know what other words I can say. I felt extremely exhausted and cold. I am shaking so much as epidural leaves me.
Hubby followed the nurses out as they bring baby for the checks. Weight, height etc. Boy was born 3.45kg, 51cm. Sometime later, I woke. And I was asked to eat something. It's over 24 hours since my last meal. But I can't and I finally puke (1 of epidurals side effect).
After I rested, it's time to nurse baby, at the labour room as in my birth plan (finally another thing according to my plan). Ok, so how do we start? I don't even know how to hold him! The nurses helped, and they helped to latch him on. And according to them, he is sucking well. I don't know, as I am still in KO mode. The pics hubby took is so ugh.. I can never show them to any1. I look so dead! Is amazing I did not drop baby.
Next, I am cleaned and transferred to the maternity ward. Then hubby have to go and I am all alone. Most of the time I left baby in the nursery. Too tired for anything. And they (books, lactation specialist) are serious when they say nursing is tough. I shivers when the nurse push baby in. Until I remembered, I can nurse lying down. But I think I nursed too little. End up baby had jaundice.. for a month.
Pregnancy is the most amazing 9 months I had. Experiencing the roller coaster of emotion and physical changes. Seeing my self turning into an elephant. Getting all the 1st hand feeling of baby's movement. I missed being pregnant. Delivery was ok. Thanks to epidural and help of my gynae and the team at Pantai Hospital.
Post-partum was... well, I will do better next round :)
My baby is 6 months old
Ok. So my boy is 6 months old now. Posts from now on will be about my pregnancy and birth experience. I will also be sharing my breastfeeding experience. Stay tuned :)
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Welcome back!!
Hi!!
And so I went missing for 1 year plus. Much happened? Yes.. So much.. I went and have a baby. Baby is now 5.5 months old!
Will try to post as much I can. I hope my baby can read this someday :)
And so I went missing for 1 year plus. Much happened? Yes.. So much.. I went and have a baby. Baby is now 5.5 months old!
Will try to post as much I can. I hope my baby can read this someday :)
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