Around 2:30am, on the way to hospital...
My mind was still running. I was focusing on the interval between one contraction and another... I was praying in my heart that everything will be fine and smooth... and was repeating the same quote that my yoga instructor says at the end of every session "It is my divine right to have a beautiful pregnancy and peaceful delivery".
Around 3:00am, in the labour room...
Everything in the labour room were familiar yet strange to me. My contractions were still 10 minutes apart. An old mid-wife came in, inserted her fingers into my vagina and announced I was 3cm dilated, another 7cm more to go. Cool... if my pelvic opens in the pace of 1cm per hour, I have to wait until 10:00am!!!
Around 6:00am, still in the labour room...
My contractions were about 8 minutes apart, and I was 5cm dilated. The pain was already unbearable but I refused to any epidural. I only relied on entonox (or they called it "the laughing gas") and an pain killing injection into the muscle of my buttock. Still the pain was there... argh!!!
Around 7:00am, still in the labour room... in a mess...
My first layer water bag burst, everything below me was in a mess now. Contractions were more frequent, 5 minutes apart or even shorter? I was not sure anymore... I only knew it came more frequently and last longer each time. I was 8cm dilated. I saw everyone was getting ready to welcome the baby, so was I. I kept saying to her "Come on baby, let's do a quick one and you will see daddy mummy very soon..."
I was asked to turn side way so that my baby girl could go further down to the canal. I was also asked to "push" only when contractions came. And everything happened thereafter was fast forward, pushing, resting, pain... but surprisingly I didn't even scream once even when tears were running in my eyes.
Around 8:00am, finally...
With episiotomy by the the doctor and a final push, my baby girl was out... I could hear her loud cry. I was crying too. She was on my chest and I could feel her breathing, it was so amazing! This little baby has been with me for 39 weeks and she was then resting on my chest, looking at me!!!
I felt happy that Jo was with me all the time even he mentioned he couldn't bear to see the delivery process long before I deliver. He was holding my hand and kissing my forehead, supporting me and leading me through the entire process.
Today, I have no regrets in insisting a natural birth that is good for the baby and proud that I made it this time!! I feel grateful for all the supports that Jo has given me, and helping hands from my mum and sister. I would also like to say thank you to my little boy, who loves me and his newborn sister so much.
Around 6:00am, still in the labour room...
My contractions were about 8 minutes apart, and I was 5cm dilated. The pain was already unbearable but I refused to any epidural. I only relied on entonox (or they called it "the laughing gas") and an pain killing injection into the muscle of my buttock. Still the pain was there... argh!!!
Around 7:00am, still in the labour room... in a mess...
My first layer water bag burst, everything below me was in a mess now. Contractions were more frequent, 5 minutes apart or even shorter? I was not sure anymore... I only knew it came more frequently and last longer each time. I was 8cm dilated. I saw everyone was getting ready to welcome the baby, so was I. I kept saying to her "Come on baby, let's do a quick one and you will see daddy mummy very soon..."
I was asked to turn side way so that my baby girl could go further down to the canal. I was also asked to "push" only when contractions came. And everything happened thereafter was fast forward, pushing, resting, pain... but surprisingly I didn't even scream once even when tears were running in my eyes.
Around 8:00am, finally...
With episiotomy by the the doctor and a final push, my baby girl was out... I could hear her loud cry. I was crying too. She was on my chest and I could feel her breathing, it was so amazing! This little baby has been with me for 39 weeks and she was then resting on my chest, looking at me!!!
I felt happy that Jo was with me all the time even he mentioned he couldn't bear to see the delivery process long before I deliver. He was holding my hand and kissing my forehead, supporting me and leading me through the entire process.
Today, I have no regrets in insisting a natural birth that is good for the baby and proud that I made it this time!! I feel grateful for all the supports that Jo has given me, and helping hands from my mum and sister. I would also like to say thank you to my little boy, who loves me and his newborn sister so much.
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