Note: Long entry. I will type whatever that comes to mind, whether or not with flow. The purpose of this entry is for me to remember my birth experience for future.
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While Jan 2011 welcomes the year with the arrival of my beloved angel Qistina Rasyiqah, we will end the year 2012 with the arrival of my beloved prince, Farrell Syauqii... Farrell means heroic and Syauqii means kerinduan (always missing somebody, directly translating from malay)
Praises to Allah, I delivered a healthy chubby baby boy on 20th December 2012 @ 2012Hrs at Parkway East Hospital. My son weighs a high 3.884kg via a C-sec delivery done by the same gynae, Dr Aziz.
It is interesting that both my angels managed to secure "nice" delivery dates and time. Qistina was born on 11/1/11 @1111hrs weighing 3.72kg while the brother on 20/12/2012 @2012hrs. But since both babies were big, gynae had to "cut open" my tummy twice.
Both times, the pain was thankfully tolerable. Husband witnessed both delivery and I had epidural 2 times in order to be awake during the operation delivery.
In this pregnancy, I seemed to hate taking photos. Not hate, really, but just lazy. I dont feel like taking pictures of myself. I have a couple of them though, simply for memories sake.
I worked all the way till the final week before I was due. I was still going appointments and driving alone to the appointments. Husband did send me when he's able to, but I feel that I am more independent during this pregnancy. Not to mention I have my-soon-to-be-2 year old toddler to take care off and who still wants me to carry her even in my final days before delivery. And not forgetting, I am still doing the normal household chores of cleaning the room, changing the sheets etc.
Unlike my first pregnancy where I took everything easy, husband did most of the chores and I kinda stopped work about a month before delivery. Times and experiences makes me more mature and independent I guess... I also have less cravings this time round. Thankfully no nauseous or mood swings :)
About the operation, I felt a bit more pain this time round. But thank god the pain subsides by the time I was discharged. In the hospital, it was kind of difficult to move around as I have severe back cramps on top of the opearation wound that I had to endure. Now, a week after the op, I feel much much better though the wound is not really healed yet.
Baby had jaundice and had to be warded 1 more day. Hence, I was discharged on 23/12 while he was discharged on 24/12 as he had to be under the photolight. Thank God he is OK now..
During confinement this time round, my mum seems to be less strict. I have no confinement food, which is of course fine by me. I eat anything I want except having COLD DRINKS which to my mum is a strict NO-NO. Hence, I drank lots of plain water, a bit of tea in the morning and milo on other times when I feel like it.
The only thing that sticks is the drinking of the Polleney Ikan Haruan and Jamu, to restore my inner strength, and organs I think. And of course the wound.
I have to admit, having two kids who requires your attention is seriously not easy. Thankfully Qistina had been going to childcare, at least when she's in school and baby is with my mum, I managed to have some time to rest during the day. But when Qistina is at home, then I am quite tight as she will cling with me all the way until someone else play with her.
Night time is also a challenge as I have to keep baby's cries under control whenever possible. Otherwise, Qistina will also wake up crying and I'll end up having to pacify 2 different individuals.
I'm sure I can cope soon, but truth be told, I am struggling a bit right now. Though I try hard not to think about it.
Husband starts work tonight, hopefully I can manage both babies fine at night. Last night, husband went to meet some friends for supper,and came back late. I went to the toilet only to come back with a crying baby and a woken-up-crying toddler. Gosh, and nobody heard them. (That's what they all said when I ask why nobody came to help.) Geesshh.,...
This time round, baby boy is not able to latch on properly during breastfeeding. And for some reason, I felt so awkward breastfeeding him. After I experienced engorgement on the 3rd day of delivery, I decided to buy an electric pump and bottle feed my baby breastmilk. Unlike during qistina's time where I felt so demotivated and dissappointed for not being able to breastfeed fully, this time round, I leave it to fate.
I had told myself not to be "stresed" over this issue again. The pump is very useful, and I realised my breastmilk is increasing every day.. Alhamdullilah. Husband already told me he will respect whatever decision I make on breastfeeding. Whether I want to continue or stop, he will stand by me. Honestly, I feel so thankful that I married the right man. In Sya Allah.. Husband has been very supporting and I can literally feel that our love is growing every other day. May it last till Jannah, in sya allah...
I guessed that will be all this time round. May I not be lazy to do a wrap-up of 2012 entry in a few days time.
Xoxo
