BABY ABDURRAHMAN

Hi. I'm new here. Let me introduce myself.

My name is Abdurrahman bin Mohamad Fadli. My mom gave birth to me on 29 May 2006 @ 2007 via Emergency Caesarean at Gleneagles Hospital.




Am I cute? Here's a close up.




That's my mom giving a peace sign. She looked fine but I knew she was in pain.




And that's my dad, peeping at me while I was sleeping in my plastic baby cot.




My parents will now tell you how I come out from my mom's tummy.

-------- 29 May 2006 --------

I felt unusual 2 days ago when I noticed my tummy was hard. I also felt something like menstrual pain. I waited thinking it was nothing.

Then on that Monday morning, before my hubby had a chance to go to work, I felt the contractions. I couldn't sit up nor stand when it hit me. Hubby told my parents and they hurried me off to the hospital.

We arrived at 7am. I scared that I might be having a false alarm coz once arrived at the hospital, the pain disappeared. We registered and check-in to the labour ward. I remembered the Labour Ward room no. 19.

The nurse told us to settle down and for me to change to the hospital dress (light green - so not my taste). I peed, shit (like never shit before) and was told that my Gynae requested that i ate breakfast after the nurse strapped me with the CTG and a drip.

After 15 minutes, Dr Chin came in and broke my waterbag. She told me that the contractions were good and my cervix had dilated to about 2 cm. In my heart, only 2 cm? She told me to feel free to ask for any form of painkillers if I couldn't manage the pain.

At first, the contractions were pretty manageable before lunch time. I was panting, moaning and even thinking of epidural. The nurses and midwifes kept on promoting the epidural and I kept asking questions on it and rejecting it.

By 2.30 pm, I decided to use the laughing gas. It really made me laugh silly. That was the best in-hale drug I've ever used. But I still felt the contraction, growing rapidly. By then my cervix had dilated to 4 cm. I was like what! 4 cm? Sigh.

By 5.30pm, Dr Chin came in and checked again. I was in a state of pain yet manageable due to the gas and another injection given by an Indian nurse at my thigh. Then, i heard the bad news. She told my hubby that it was still 4 cm wide. Not much improvement. She might have to do emergency caesarean on me if there was still no result by 2 more hours.

I cried when she left. I cried while sucking the gas. I cried uncontrollably. I stopped crying seeing my hubby cried and looking for tissue papers. He held my hands and told me to pray. He said out a lot of surah surah he could remember. I was in a bad state. I said out my baby's nick name and prayed to Allah for the baby to come out via normal.

But as the clock ticked to 7.30pm, Dr Chin made her final decision to go ahead with the caesarean. This was due to my cervix failed to dilated after 12 hours of labour and that I was getting weaker.

The moment I heard that, my brain exploded. I was furious yet useless. I wanted to say NO!. The nurses came in to prepare me for the operation. They push the operation form for me to sign to my face. I push it away a couple of time. My hubby held my hands and wiped away my tears. I told him I didn't want to do the caesarean. Exhausted, my hubby pleaded that it was for my own good and baby too. So, unwillingly, I had to sign the form.

I cried again when my hubby couldn't be with me during the operation. But I remembered whispering to him, "I'm sorry for this." He gave me a weak smile as I was push away into the operation ward.

Dr Chin held my hand as she helped to push me to the operation room. I wasn't feeling anything. I was numb. Numb from the pain and numb from crying. However she did say she was sorry for putting me through this. I told her, "Put me to sleep please.." and smiled weakly.

I saw the O-room but I didn't see the tools. I saw the 3 O-room's light and it looked exactly the same as I saw it on TV. Another guy doctor was there to help out and he put me to sleep.

The giving birth process was history.

When I woke up again at 9.15pm, I was still in the O-room. I felt my stomach was empty and I felt weird and in pain. A Lot of Pain!

"where's my baby?" i asked.

"he's fine. he's in the nursery now. don't worry." she replied.

I was later push to the maternity ward where everyone was waiting for me. My hubby and mil and sil had waited for me outside the O-ward and walked beside me.

My mom, dad and brother waited at the maternity ward itself. My mom hugged me and cried when she saw me pale and daze. I asked my hubby, 'where's my baby?' he went to fetch him from the nursery.

I didn't carry him. I just looked at him, all pinkish, small and cute fragile, sleeping peacefully. It was love at first sight.

Everyone was then told to leave as the visiting hours were over and baby had to be sent back to nursery as I refused to breastfeed him. I was weak - mentally, emotionally and physically.

I only held him, my baby, my precious little boy on the next day.

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So that was the story. I am still in my confinement period but of course, da break the confinement law of 'tak boleh kluar rumah'. My dad decided to leave me at my own house for a couple of hours for me to use the internet while my parents do some shopping.

So this is the only June post. Before I forgot, Happy birthday to me on 06 june 06 for I turned 25 years old and my best present ever is my baby boy!