MY LABOUR EXPERIENCE/BIRTH STORY

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just waiting for my next “expressing” time (pumping my milk with a medela symphony breast pump http://www.medelabreastfeedingus.com/products/breast-pumps/223/symphony-breastpump -have to do this 8 times a day, 3 hours interval -imitating how much a newborn would need if they were with you) whilst combating a cold. praying i don’t feel any worse or else i won’t be able to handle my bub tomorrow…

can’t believe it was exactly one week from today that i gave birth to a very big premature bub for his gestation age -nearly 2kg for 32 weeks…

the day before me and his daddy were chilling out in the lounge, having an arabicfest -listening to all the arab singers -good and bad, particularly hakim (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sZiOFK_T8Mk&feature=PlayList&p=72A126636C832210&playnext=1&playnext_from=PL&index=4)

-who’ll be in town this 24th april at burswood…

ayman wanted to go to his concert to celebrate our 3rd wedding anniversary -since he’s quite known for his wedding songs but i said they’ll probably be belly-dancers and drunks -what else would you expect at burswood?!? definitely a raincheck but all that time little baasil was kicking like crazy inside my belly to those beats…to then have him pop out and make a grand entrance the next day…!!! subhanallah!

had a feeling would be delivering sooner than the due date 26th may because my energy levels was depleting at a very rapid rate (was so exhausted, sore, feeling dead) and the back pains, cramps were gradually becoming unbearable…

did mention to ayman to go hospital bag shopping just in case -wish í’d went along with my instincts because for the first time, the motherly ones were right. i guess from now on should trust them more…

was preparing myself as would be the last day for work that night and making sure i had the time right as we’d gone back one hour due to daylight saving and had also taken the following week off due to not feeling well…still couldn’t go to sleep, bladder just kept reminding me that i needed to empty it every 5-10 minutes…but this time on that monday morning last week, the cramps became sharper and sharper that i was literally moaning in agony whilst inside the bathroom…tried to get back to sleep but couldn’t lie down. it only felt better when i was on my fours, arching…

hubby half asleep mentioned to give the hospital a call…thought i could sit out the pain as i usually do as i hate taking medication but when the cramps came stabbing again, and this was in 2 minutes intervals -i gave in…

as i couldn’t even fully explain to the nurse of my condition without being in excruciating pain, she said to pack an overnighter quickly go to the head to the hospital to have a look, despite my waters still in tact…

every bump on alexander drive felt like another painful contraction as hubby soared through the empty streets and green traffic lights of perth

when we finally arrived in king edward, the midwife and doc said -lets do it!!! as my cervix was already 8cm dilated, to deliver is 10.i was like noooooooooooooooooo!!!! i’m not ready yet!!! 😛

for the next 4 hours was puffing into a useless gas mask, anesthetics (benepenicilan) jabbed into me, gulping down litres of water due to such screaming…was praying for epidural or anything stronger, even have a caesarean as i wanted the pain to cease and baby out…but i guess Allah wanted me to face my greatest fear -to give birth NATURALLY. ..and alhamdulillah, I DID IT, and without no tear in my perinium…just have to now work on my pelvic muscle exercizes

i was so scared that i even went as far as asking ayman for forgiveness just in cased i didn’t make it as well as read yaasin or surah maryam to help me through the delivery…

i guess in a way it was better for him to come out now or else i wouldn’t know how on earth i could deliver anything larger.,,

wished i’d gone to the antenatal classes or else would have known how to “push” and work with the contractions whilst have the midwife’s hand inside my vagina to get the bub out, or else wouldn’t have been there for long…the 4 hours felt like forever…but my luck had to work with and block the pain whilst get baasil out as i was screaming and tugging everyone, everything as hard as i can.

the pushing is like when you’ve knocked into something really hard and you’re holding onto your breath to block the pain…labour-wise, if you hold onto this as hard and longer as you can, trying to push the pain sensation downwards -voila!!! you have your baby!!!

when they had popped my water it felt like i was releasing an ocean of wee on the bed…when baasil came out everyone had to take cover, not just because of the amniotic fluids but blood as well. had to push for the placenta to come out just as i had done with baasil but that only took 10 minutes…but i’d finally felt free…free to move again on my own and not be restricted…free to wee and empty my bowels without anything holding you back or waddling like a penguin whilst carrying 10 kg on your stomach (which i lost the moment baasil came out)…

i was shrieking the most when baasil’s head was going through, felt like someone was slicing my vagina…but it only lasted a minute or so..

they’d quickly lay baasil on my tummy before they cleaned, wired and tubed him and rushed him down to the intensive care nursery,

i spent the rest of the day recuperating in my ward…my clots were heavy so the nurses kept me back just to make sure i was alright…had only seen him twice after the delivery and held him that night as they had tried to put his in a cot. the pic you see here was when he was just 10 hours old, before they put him back into the incubator.

didn’t get to sleep till 2-3ish the following morning. was just stunned and amazed as what had happened before i could settle myself in…,

as i’d chosen to breastfeed, the midwife quickly got me expressing my milk, or at least try to. at first i thought -what for?!?, because there was no sign of milk. the following day when i was discharged my breasts was sore as hell. just a little nudge of my breasts felt like i was knocked down with boxing gloves.

so far i’m only producing 100ml from both breasts but they’ve said -just like the supply-demand theory, i’ll be filling litred bottles in the following weeks, just like a milking cow…how sexy!

just amazing how much your body works for your baby. you might not be able to keep tabs of the hours of feeding but your body will.

and just as they’re producing milk, its ballooning to. had to shop for a real maternity as i thought i could get by my usual size but they were too small and are half responsible for the soreness of my breasts because the milk wasn’t circulating well.

was thinking of getting my breasts enlarged…JUST A THOUGHT!!! but after expressing the milk, just imagining for those who have had breasts augmentations -how they could cope with the pain for so many weeks before they recover…

the past 5 days after being discharged have been like i’ve been living in a dreamlike-limbo…

i.e. being taxied, bused and driven to and from hospital in this still autumn-summery heat, having medical checkups to see you’re ok, hanging around inside the hospital watching the most tasteless programs and reading such rubbish magazines like OK, New Idea…expressing the milk around the clock, have barely done any chores or even cooked since -just do anything NORMAL…wishing you could hold bub but you’re restricted because his condition’s not yet stabilised like a normal bub -if you are lucky to hold him, it could only be once a day, during feeding time so you try to be there, work your timetable, your whole day all around this time -to be able to hold him, feed him, build a rapport/bond with him, other than that you just have to watch him behind a glass, seeing him intwined with countless of tubes, wires all around him. you’re also boredly hanging out in the parent lounge only to catch up on some needing sleep whilst putting with other parents and feral kids also in the same situation with their bubs.the food’s healthy but very uncreative and all the mod-coms are 15-20 minutes walk away…

other parents party when their kid’s crawling, saying mummy, daddy, when they’re walking…but i’m just celebrating that baasil shits (because he hadn’t done so since he was born, he just started to properly empty his bowels 2 days ago)…his skin gets better and less jaundice so he doesn’t have to go for further phototherapy, that he doesn’t freeze to death because they keep removing him out of the incubator and into the cot…to have enough blood tests because his feets full of injected pricks…i’m celebrating for him to open his eyes because he’s mostly intoxicatingly sleeping…and when he does -to know who i am…or even hear me yet alone want me…

today was another milestone…was able to hold him before his 1pm feed. the nurses had given me the green light to have him have a nibble of my breasts, just to get the hang of being breastfed. the last 2 days he’s been licking but not going ahead with it. today he latched on and boy does he have razor gums!!! and just spending those few moments he’s able to relax more, smile more because most of the time he always looks so serious -like a little man aged 50 in the body of a baby…

the nurses said babies normally develop sucking skills from 33-34 weeks. he’s just 33 weeks and already ahead…wow! mashaállah…

i’m not a patient person but for once baasil is teaching how beautiful patience is just to see him grow, even if its little baby steps…

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~ by nursheikha on April 6, 2009.

One Response to “MY LABOUR EXPERIENCE/BIRTH STORY”

  1. What a beautiful child Allah has gracefully blessed you with marsha-allah. Baasil will bring you and Ayman eternal bliss insha-allah

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