Wow.. has it been a month since I gave birth to my second son? Hehe. And why did I take so long to update about him when I've been updating so much about my pregnancy? Heheh.
Ok ok, actually there is a valid reason for doing so. Ok before I get to that, here's some birth info on my secondborn.
Ok, so birth story:
As planned, we head to KKH on 12.12.12 for me to be induced.
The tablet was inserted in me at 6.30am. Half an hour later, I started feeling a bit of cramps. Very mild. But I was still retained in the observation room in the delivery suite. 3 hours later, still no show and I am only 2cm dilated, so I was sent up to ward A1. Due to the "HOT DATE", a lot of ppl were giving birth and there was a shortage of bed in the B1 ward, so tat's why i was sent to A1 to wait it out.
So when I was in A1 ward, the cramps got intense. From 9.00am to 12.00pm, I kept telling the nurse that its getting painful and I want to get some pain relief. They told me that due to shortage of rooms in the delivery suite, I will be given medication and will be waiting at the observation room in the delivery suite and husbands are not allowed in as it is the common room. So they advised me to stay in the ward and hold on if i am still able to bear the pain.
I think I really have high pain threshold (or that the A1 ward is damn comfortable lah!) coz i tahan-ed and even ate my lunch in the ward. Well, technically I only had a few mouthfuls of lunch and the rest was polished off by dearest Husband! Haha.
By 12 plus or close to 1pm, I REALLY couldnt take it and told the nurse I would like to be wheeled down and get some kind of pain relief, PLEASE!!
So they wheeled me down, leaving Maric to clear the room and find his own way down to the delivery suite (which irked him to no end and he made a big fuss abt it till they got so affected that they treated him with extra care and even remembered him the next day! haha!).
Once there, the nurse checked and confirmed I was only 3 cm dilated and administered the penthedine thru my right thigh. I got high and sleepy immediately, that I fell asleep immediately and slept for hours. Or so I thought. The next moment I know, I felt like pushing so I pressed that RED button and told the nurse, "I'M PUSHING!!!"
The nurse wheeled me into delivery room 8 and that moment, I know! Confirm liao! Time to give birth liao! Hahaha. It's the same room I delivered Aiden in, 2 years ago!
During Aiden's time, my gynae came in and broke my water bag and helped delivered my baby. This time round, I just pushed on my own and the nurse who wheeled me in helped me through the delivery. Everything happened so fast, the one thing that I remembered clearly was my waterbag POPPED on the nurse and thus spraying the water all over her. How embarassing. But at that point, the only thing I felt was PAIN! After 3 pushes (I think) I delivered Asher Ilhan at 1452hrs. 5 mins later, my gynae rushed in and apologised (for being late!). Hahha. She delivered my placenta and did everything necessary after that.
This is Asher Ilhan, fresh from the oven.
I was still high from the penthedine so I told them to clean him up and bring him up to the ward, where I thought I will have the whole time to spend with him.
Alas.. I was wrong.
See, I had gestational diabetes, so due to this, there were some complications and caused his sugar level in his blood to drop drastically after he was born. So they had to feed him milk to stabilise the condition. Unfortunately, his condition did not improve and took a turn for the worst, so they had to send him to the Special Care Nursery (SCN). And I did not manage to see him until the next day.
To make matters worst, he began passing out bloody stool and the doctors had to isolate him and also run various tests on him. He was also put on drip and stop feeding. And when I was discharged on 14 Dec (2 days later), he was still warded and remained in the SCN until 21 Dec. Oh u can't imagine the worry, anxiety, sadness I was feeling. Maric was very strong. He managed to remain calm and stoic for me. I broke down a few times a day. I cried at home. I cried when I was pumping milk to be sent to the hospital. I cried when we visit him. I cried when I carried him. I cried when we leave him. I cried in the car on the way back home. I cried when Im eating. I cried before I sleep. I even cried when I watch Aiden playing with Maric. (And this is the reason why I delayed posting the entry for Asher and also told my relatives not to post pictures of Asher until after his first month. Thankfully, my relatives are all understanding and I love them for that.)
For a week, we kept going back and forth the hospital waiting for good news. That came on 18 Dec. Doctor said they will start his first feed and see if he still passes bloody stool. From then on, his recovery progressed well .. and he was discharged on 21 Dec. He lost a lot of weight though. From 3.03kg, he dropped to 2.7kg.
You cant imagine how tired I was. I started my post natal massage the week Asher was in hospital. And we had to keep going back and forth the hospital. And Aiden still needs our attention, so both Maric and I were truly shagged. But Aiden did lighten our mood a lot. Thank God for Aiden! He helped us take our minds off Asher's illness and that kept both of us sane. If not for Aiden, we would be brooding and worrying abt Asher 24/7 and that is definitely not healthy for both Maric and I.
Here's our first family picture. Taken on my birthday - 25 Dec 2012. Wanted to take one at the hospital when he was fresh from the oven but... nevertheless, I am thankful we get the chance to be a family.
Being parents to two kids is a different ball game altogether. Both Maric and I have to constantly remind each other to be patient to Aiden and to not exclude him in caring for the new baby.
There's only so much you can read, so much you can hear from others' experience. But you have to go through it before you can truly understand. No one is born a perfect parent, we all learn through trial and errors. For now, both Maric and I know we are trying our best. :)
Asher says, well said Mommy. *Winks*
p/s: Asher means One who has Wisdom. Ilhan means Precious.
