Isis81’s Weblog

Oh, where should I begun? Hmmmm. I was due to deliver Baby Izz on the 4^th March 2010. But the doctor expected it to be at least one week early which should be around the 26^th February 2010. But Allah S.W.T proved us all wrong when Baby Izz decided to come out and meet us all on the 19^th February 2010, exactly on the 38^th weeks of my pregnancy.

The day went a bit on a fast pace, I shall say. It was Thursday, 18^th February 2010. I was scheduled to attend my 2^nd interview aka Structural Interview with ‘The Company’ in the morning then back to the office once the interview is done. I didn’t actually expect that I would succeed to the 2^nd interview when the 1^st interview went all but well. I was so nervous, the interview, that I tend to humiliate myself by answering 50% of the question asked, wrongly, or shall I say, due to my confuse state of mind; I have somehow succeeded to confusingly answer A for question B and vice versa. Nevertheless, I passed through the 1^st interview.

Enough on the interview, it is Baby Izz story I want to write here. So, since my father was the one to send me to work (after the interview), I have to catch my last ride with the train on that fateful day. Usually it will take me only 10 minutes maximum to reach the train station from my office, but that Thursday, I had somehow struggling, while walking like a 90 years old granny, carrying an extra baggage weighting approximately 2.60 kg, walked through that shhttuuupiddd ‘jambatan serba salah’, and walllaaa!!! ‘the penguin me’ finally managed to safely land this huge feet of mine to the train station in a record of 25 minutes.

At 9 p.m, I went for my routine maternity check up. Nothing unusual, the doctor ask me question and I answer, so much so that the doctor predict Baby Izz will finally see the world in approximately one week time. I went home, had my dinner, and when I was about to finish my dinner, I had this one very unusual, extra painful stomach pain, or was it stomach cramp. It took about 5 minutes for the pain to go away, and as I was about to walk to the kitchen sink to wash my plate, there, suddenly, I peed in my pants. Yes, great, that was just what I want, peeing in the middle of dining room. I was panicked, a bit, I admit. I quickly ushered my youngest sister to get me a towel. I change my pants right there in the kitchen, then I walk upstairs to my room.

Pity my husband; he was just about to do his ‘businesses in the toilet when I called him out. I tell him that I just peed in my pants. With his usual ‘expressionless’ face, he asked me, “macam mana nor leh kencing dalam suar ni?” Yeah, that was just what I needed. I also don’t know why la my darling husband.

My water broke, that what happened. ‘Ketuban darah’ some more. Husband called the doctor right away. And luckily, the clinic was still opened. When I reached the clinic, I was summoned into the ‘scary room’, where I was asked to lay down and the doctor asked me what happened. I showed her my panties, soaked with water and blood. And she knew right away. Expertly, nevertheless, she jumped straight into business and tells me that she needed to see how much the opening is. Gosh, I was laying there, legs spread apart, and the doctor put her finger into the va-jay-jay area and the feeling, I should tell you, was, a rating of 1/10 of the labor pain. Little that I know, it was just the beginning of the most painful experience ever in my life.

Ok, when finished checking whatever she should check, the doctor tells me that the opening was already 4cm and I should head straight to Umra (Pusat Bersalin Umra). The time was 10.15 pm at that time. Being me, I tell her that I haven’t actually packed my bag yet. She said, ok, take your time, at least 30 minutes, and then come straight to the clinic. With 4 cm opening, a series of contraction every 10 minutes or so, we, my husband and I drop by to the nearest shop to buy some toiletries. Back home, my parents was waiting anxiously, and my sisters were all excited and in a record breaking time, I successfully stuffed whatever shirts, panties and everything that I should bring together with the baby stuff that I could reach into a bag and zoom, straight we went to Umra.

The journey to Umra, though took us only about 15 minutes, was the longest 15 minutes in my life. The contraction, then, varies, every 10 minutes, every 5 minutes and every minutes that it want to come. I can’t sit properly and I give the contraction experiences at that time a rating of 3/10 of the labor pain.

Gosh, Baby Izz is crying right now. This baby I tell you, is so very amazing because he can pee, poo poo, cry, and get hungry, all while sleeping, eyes closely shut. Geeee baby, we should recommend you to be in some book of records somewhere, emak thinks. Ok, the story to be continued later peeps. Got one baby to attend to.