Almost 10 months after my last blog entry, here I am now, enjoying a cup of tea and finding time to write (again! hallelujah!), because finally, baby is asleep.
As much as I am excited to flood this blog with details of how this little Basti turned into a bouncy, happy little almost-10-month old, let me first document that fateful day when God allowed Basti to come out and see the world.
Morning of January 17, 2015, the bloody show came. I immediately sent an SMS to my OB. She instructed me to wait it out and stay at home first, until the contractions are very painful and are at 10-min interval. Around 6pm, I can feel the contractions are getting stronger, and are exactly 10 minute apart. And so my husband and I decided to go to MMC.
I was under observation for a few hours. I was only 3cm when we arrived at MMC and was supposed to be sent home first but there was a time when Basti’s heartbeat fluctuated for a few seconds. That’s when they decided to admit me already so they can further monitor. I was transferred to the labor room, and I remember getting stressed because the contractions were beginning to get very painful. One time the resident OBs asked me to rate the level of pain from 1 to 10, I answered 300. Well, just to make a point. Haha. I dilated veerrryyy slowly. The epidural was only allowed if the dilation is already at 6cm if I remember correctly. But after begging the resident OBs, I was finally given epidural at 6am. I was only at 5cm then.
I went into a 16-hour excruciating labor, goodness! The pain was — inexplicable! After 16 hours, at 9cm dilation (almost there!!! — or so we thought) Basti wasn’t descending yet. OB said that baby’s head is beginning to swell because he has been trying to push himself out but wasn’t able to do so because of my small pelvic bone. At 12 noon, my OB decided to put me in a Cesarean section.
12:40pm of January 18, Basti was (FINALLY!) out to see the world 🙂
My husband was beside me all the way — from labor room, delivery room, recovery room up until we were sent out to our private room. This was when I realized the importance of choosing a good husband. I couldn’t imagine having to go through that excruciating labor pains if my husband was not around. Because I had a major operation, I was literally immobile for the next few days. I am very thankful for having a very loving and supportive husband — first diaper changes, swaddling, burping– all him! He was taking care of a newborn baby AND taking care of me. Something to really thank heavens!
And so, that 2-day “journey” came and went, and we were finally sent home after 3 days with a 5.5lb little baby boy in our arms. I remember Martin telling me, “Honey, it’s the 3 of us now. We are coming home with another person!”
That day marked the beginning of a totally new chapter of our lives.
And the rest, as they say, is history –well if history means a very messy house, nursery rhymes on repeat for 20 times, jumping, giggles, peek-a-boos, diaper changes, and whatever you can squeeze into a 24-hour period. 🙂 🙂 🙂