:: priceless experience ::

Friday, 17 June 2011

Arrived at Hospital Putrajaya with hubby around 12:30 pm and admitted to ward. Single bedded executive rooms were all full so we have to settle with double bedded executive room with the same room rate at RM300 per night. Didn't expect that but according to the nurse I will be transferred to single room once it is available so I accepted it since there was no option left. My height and weight were measured during registration. My bed number was 3A and after I changed into their pink uniform, nurses came to check my blood pressure as well as baby's heartbeat. 

Ready to be admitted with happy face :-D

Our last pic as parents-to-be 

Baby's heartbeat graph

 Bits of details
 

During the last checkup doctor told us the operation will take place around 10pm because operation theatre was fully booked on the 17th. That time we didn't care about how late it is going to be as long as it could be done on that date, but when the day arrived... waiting was very painful. Didn't do anything else except chatting with hubby, playing with iPad and kept on waiting. I was fasting since 9 something in the morning as advised by the doctor earlier so I could only look at all meals provided. We were excited to welcome our baby but we were both tired of waiting. I even took shower because I was so bored and had a nap because I only slept for 3 hours the night earlier.

Around 7:30 pm a nurse finally came to inform "it's time". I was still asleep so hubby sought her permission to give us some time so I could perform Maghrib prayer. Since I just awoke, I was expressionless and a bit 'blur'. After I was ready, the nurse asked me to lay on the bed and pushed me out of the room while hubby following from behind. It was just like a scene in the movie. On the way out, I was given a pill and a liquid medicine which tasted so bad. Out of nowhere, I started feeling emotional. I felt so sad looking at hubby's face as if I'm not going to make it. The operation theatre was at the first floor and we were given few minutes before I was taken inside the waiting room. I sought for his forgiveness and cried. My sadness overtook any other feeling hence I didn't feel nervous nor afraid about what I'm going to go through.

In the waiting room the anaesthetic specialist introduced himself as Dr. Naim explained about the anaesthetic procedure. There are 2 types of anaesthetic, one is general which gives total conscious loss and another is regional or better known as the epidural which numbs certain part of the body. In cesarean section epidural makes bottom half of the body numb, leaving you fully awake through out the whole procedure. I have told my gynae beforehand I would like to have the epidural instead of general anaesthetic and apparently epidural is always the first choice in cesarean section because it gives less after-operation-effects compared to general. I was asked to sign a consent form after the doctor ended his explanation and later pushed into the operation theatre.

It was 8:35 pm. I told myself "this is it, the moment has finally arrives." A nurse placed wires on me so my heartbeat could be heard loudly. My heart was beating normally so the doctor made a joke saying that I could deliver 10 times because I didn't sound nervous. I was asked to sit and arched my back as the epidural was given through my back spine. After few minutes Dr. Naim instructed me to move my legs but it was impossible because I couldn't feel them anymore. He then pinched my thigh and asked whether I could feel the pain, which I still did. He left for a while and came pinching my thigh again. I still felt the pain and that time I have started feeling a bit nervous. If I could still feel that, imagine how painful it is going to be when the scalpel runs through my skin later. The doctor eased me though by telling that they will only start the operation once I couldn't feel anything and after few more minutes later bottom half of my body was fully numb. The operation then started with Dr. Hamidah, my gynae saying "ok, testing". I knew they were doing something but I didn't feel any pain at all. Although fully awake I couldn't watch anything because they covered my view with sheets.

Dr. Naim sat next to me and started a conversation. He then cued me when the doctor and her team were ready to deliver the baby because they will need to push my tummy. There was sense of relief and warmth building inside me when I heard my baby cried. Alhamdulillah! At some point I just couldn't believe I have became a mother. It was like a dream... a very sweet dream :-)

The operation still continued. They delivered my placenta and stitched me back, which consumed longer time than delivering the baby. While they were doing their 'business' a nurse came with my lil boy. The first thing she showed me was my baby's 'birdie' and said "puan, tengok puan dapat baby apa", then only she showed his face. I only saw him in a glance, kiss him on the cheek but couldn't help noticing how cute he was with a very fair skin and tiny red lips. No word could describe my feeling and how grateful I was that time. The nurse went away to show him to his daddy and I was left there, a bit sleepy while waiting for the operation to end. I was pushed out of the operation theatre at 9:50 pm and continued laying on the bed for more than half an hour at the recovery room.

Hubby welcomed me when I was brought out of the recovery room. We went back to the ward and met our baby again. 

Ady Rifqi bin Abdullah Adil was born at 09:09 pm and weighed 3.12 kg. Alhamdulillah, everything went well. We thank Allah the almighty for His blessings and giving us the most beautiful, meaningful gift; a cute, healthy baby. Carrying Ady for 38 weeks is very meaningful and memorable but giving birth to him is simply priceless.