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I get pregnant almost immediately after our wedding, Dec 95. It will be the first baby in the last 10 years or so from my husband's side, so the pregnancy news was greeted with much celebration. I was treated like a princess myself, and boy was I stressed out with all the attention bestowed! As for my parents, it will be the 22nd grandchild ,and I was really grateful for their calm support. The whole pregnancy itself was a challenge - the first 4 months I had morning sickness almost every day. I also had this great craving for anchovies. I was munching them all the time. Then at 6 months I started having leg cramps. I would jerk awake from sleep screaming and my husband (with both eyes closed) will grab a leg and start massaging (sometimes he massage the wrong one). To top it off, I had imsomnia throughout the pregnancy. At 37 weeks I woke up with blood spottings and happily called my office to tell them not to expect me for the next 2 months or so. So off we went to the hospital. I was pretty excited (I was really hyper during the pregnancy). My OB did an internal and announced that I was 2 cm dilated, but since my contraction was not regular, to go home, shopping, visit the zoo or something, in other words to keep active to get more action. She also told us to check back into the hospital at 9pm. So off we went to do some last minute shopping for baby & mom. My husband called his mum, who went into a panic and thinking its really not wise for us to leave the hospital grounds. I called my parents, sisters and aunt. We had lunch, thinking it will be a long. long time before we can have a peaceful time together. Then we went home, had a shower, in the process getting all excited about the baby coming along finally. Hubby's parents keep on calling asking when are we finally going to the hospital? All this time the contraction was regular, but mild. As scheduled, we went back to the hospital that night, stopping by to grab some sushi (I had this sudden craving for sushi). We had quite a shock when we get to the labour ward - the whole clan from my husband's side was there! In laws, uncles, aunties, cousins. And very soon they were joined by 2 of my sisters and my auntie. Its like we're having a big family gathering there in the labour ward. And I actually sneak out from the labour room (where I was supposed to be checked by my OB)to entertain them in the guest room. My OB had to search for the patient! My OB did an internal and announced no progress. How dissappointing! She then gave me an option, to induce, or to check in the normal ward and monitored overnight (after all it was only 37 weeks). What, wait and dissapoint all those waiting outside there? I decided to induce - using pitocin at that! I was really impatient for this baby. So at about 11 pm she broke my waterbag and put me on drip. And she gave this smile and said, now all you have to do is wait for the pain to start! My, I really underestimate this childbirth process. All the readings and horror stories I heard of childbirth did not do justice to it. At first it was not so bad. I read a book or played sega between contractions. After a while the pain came crashing one after another. Husband was a great support, but he keep on rubbing my arms which irritate me. I requested for pethidine at one stage, which made me fall asleep between contractions, and entonox, which doesn't have any effect at all. But I was progressing really well, or so the midwife told me, and I should deliver sometime around 8 the next day. And then suddenly I had this big urge to push! I was 9 cm dilated. The midwife told me not to push, and ran off to call the Dr. It was 3 am and she was already home, but lucky her house is just somewhere near the hospital. It was agony not to push! But she arrived in like a few minutes, glanced between my legs and said I can push anytime I had the urge now. So the next contraction came, I pushed and get an episiotomy in the process (its like a routine procedure for first 2 babies in hospitals in Malaysia). The next push Izzana was born and handed to me almost immediately. She was perfect, very alert and already raising her head to look around. I felt high, elated, very happy. My husband was crying softly as we stared down at this small miracle. The placenta was delivered, no big deal. Then my OB start stitching me. God that was horrible. I was cursing and even tried to kick her away. It was not the pain. I could not stand the sensation of being prodded with a needle! Warrgh! The the relatives and extended relatives (some of them waited the whole night!) came pouring in. I had a continous stream of visitors after that, and it caused me real stress. My advise to all mothers to be - get your spouse to limit the visitors. You and your baby is not on exhibition (however well intended these visitors are)and you are supposed to be resting after all that ordeal! Izzana is 5 years old now. She is quite a hyperactive, she could not sleep nights (I'm writing this at 2 am because she is still not asleep and at the moment busy drawing near my feet). She is a fast learner, but we had to take her out from her kindergarden because she had anxiety problem, could not sit still and tend to fall asleep in class too. We had decided to get her checked for thyroid function (both side of families had history of thyroid problem) and to see a child expert soon. Apart from that, she is a constant source of joy to us.
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