I am currently resting at home. Tired to the core,looking pretty yellow with a long C-mark just below my belly. The result? Nursafra. A megababe standing at 51 cm, weighing a mere 3.5 kilo with a toothless smile every now and then.Oh, with a killer yowl too. Cute.
I did not expect to deliver my first baby via C-section but it was an emergency decision. Safra stuck her big head just right between my pelvic bones and I can't push her out. Almost 2 days of contractions, I 've lost all my energy during the first phase and all I got from the doctor was "OS : 3 cm".
I did not cry during the contractions nor all the injections or what nots,I cried when they pushed me to the Operation Theater. I was damn worried about my baby. The doktor pakar was explaining about how my baby might suffer from fetal distress if kept longer in the womb. She needed to be delivered immediately through operation.
Safra came out at around 5.48 pm on 07.08.07, sucking her left hand in a tight knob, after crying her best loud. The surgeons and doctors were explaining to me about how I have a double tear on both sides of my abdomen to released Safra's head or the fact that Safra 's almost suffocated.I didn't hear a single thing. My feelings were beyond any existing vocabulary. She was safe and doing fine, that was all that matter.
On the third day in the ward, she got jaundice. Normal for 8 out of 10 newborns to get jaundice. However, Safra's blood test showed that we need to extend our stay at HKL for another few days. Her Riboflavin' s reading was high.
Alhamdulillah, all that are now behind me. More, I am sure, to come in the next few years-sleepless nights, chicken pox, wounded knees or muddy small feets on my celebrated shiny floors. Oh, but what the hell.
To those who helped me in the labor room and OT, thanks for the patience and persistent expertise. Sorry if I asked so many questions during the operation. Told you, you should give me a GA.
To the mothers whose babies, Safra had non-purposedly lured into an all night choir performance, I am so so sorry. I had a bad time trying to convince her we don't need her to sing us, mommies to sleep during those trying nights.
To a lonely mother I came to know at K5 HKL, I hope she' s doing well with her baby and I pray that the man who put her into such predicament will face the music A.S.A.P.
To the underground movement against full breast-feeding at the hospital of which impressed me during my stay at the hospital, let me see if I can suggest some recommendations to the Ministry when I 'm back in office.
To Union Guy, thanks for the final Harry Potter hard cover. I finished it on the morning that Safra was discharged from K5.And oh, even the doctors were asking me about the ending. ;-)
Kidding. Actually it should be thanks for being there. My babbling self was overwhelmed by the whole experience, so maybe less is INDEED more.
To Nursafra, THANK YOU. Ibu loves you. You rock!
I did not expect to deliver my first baby via C-section but it was an emergency decision. Safra stuck her big head just right between my pelvic bones and I can't push her out. Almost 2 days of contractions, I 've lost all my energy during the first phase and all I got from the doctor was "OS : 3 cm".
I did not cry during the contractions nor all the injections or what nots,I cried when they pushed me to the Operation Theater. I was damn worried about my baby. The doktor pakar was explaining about how my baby might suffer from fetal distress if kept longer in the womb. She needed to be delivered immediately through operation.
Safra came out at around 5.48 pm on 07.08.07, sucking her left hand in a tight knob, after crying her best loud. The surgeons and doctors were explaining to me about how I have a double tear on both sides of my abdomen to released Safra's head or the fact that Safra 's almost suffocated.I didn't hear a single thing. My feelings were beyond any existing vocabulary. She was safe and doing fine, that was all that matter.
On the third day in the ward, she got jaundice. Normal for 8 out of 10 newborns to get jaundice. However, Safra's blood test showed that we need to extend our stay at HKL for another few days. Her Riboflavin' s reading was high.
Alhamdulillah, all that are now behind me. More, I am sure, to come in the next few years-sleepless nights, chicken pox, wounded knees or muddy small feets on my celebrated shiny floors. Oh, but what the hell.
To those who helped me in the labor room and OT, thanks for the patience and persistent expertise. Sorry if I asked so many questions during the operation. Told you, you should give me a GA.
To the mothers whose babies, Safra had non-purposedly lured into an all night choir performance, I am so so sorry. I had a bad time trying to convince her we don't need her to sing us, mommies to sleep during those trying nights.
To a lonely mother I came to know at K5 HKL, I hope she' s doing well with her baby and I pray that the man who put her into such predicament will face the music A.S.A.P.
To the underground movement against full breast-feeding at the hospital of which impressed me during my stay at the hospital, let me see if I can suggest some recommendations to the Ministry when I 'm back in office.
To Union Guy, thanks for the final Harry Potter hard cover. I finished it on the morning that Safra was discharged from K5.And oh, even the doctors were asking me about the ending. ;-)
Kidding. Actually it should be thanks for being there. My babbling self was overwhelmed by the whole experience, so maybe less is INDEED more.
To Nursafra, THANK YOU. Ibu loves you. You rock!
