Another Wednesday night… my life’s like a total routine since Aleeyyah came along. Not gonna complain, cus this will just be a phase and she’ll grow up pretty fast. In fact, I can already see how fast she’s growing since we came home from the hospital.
Faris is on his night shift, and since I’m still in my pantang, I asked my parents to sleepover my place. We all know how I can’t handle being alone with a baby yet. And when fasting month starts, Aleeyyah and I will be staying over my parents’ place when Faris is on night shift. I wouldn’t have to worry about what to have for sahur that way! Hehe.
I finally have time to myself now… Aleeyyah is asleep, and since my parents are here, they are helping to keep an eye on her too. So grateful for my parents, my mom especially. Like last night, Aleeyyah woke up at 430am for milk and diaper change. My mom woke up too, to help me. She willingly helped me with Aleeyyah.
Okay, about my labour story… Get ready for a long post ahead hehe.
Aleeyyah was born on 2 May 2017 (two days after our anniversary HAHA). That was the day I was supposed to go for the weekly appointment. I was 38 weeks then. The appointment was scheduled at 230pm, so Faris and I took leave from work. I was telling Faris I wanted to go Hillion after the appointment since we weren’t driving on that day. Woke up in the morning, ordered mcd breakfast cus I just felt like it. After breakfast, I decided to take a nap since we still had time to spare before going out. I took a nap in the room, while Faris played his ps4 just to fill his time.
I already had my alarm set at 1230pm to get ready to go out. But you know, we plan, He decides. I woke up at around 1145am, and felt wet. Like I peed in my sleep but I was sure it wasn’t pee, cus I felt like I was leaking. There was already a wet patch on the bed. Shouted for Faris (I don’t know how many times la lol). Showed him the wet patch and we concluded, MAYBE just maybe, my waterbag was already leaking. He called the NUH delivery suite to inform that we were making our way there. Oh, and also, that morning, baby wasn’t moving much. I was worried about that and I had some brownish discharge apart from the leaking. I was kinda freaked out.
Anyway, we siap-siap and called a cab. So glad we had the hospital bag ready. Angkat and go je. Lol. My brother was supposed to send us for the appointment before his graduation ceremony, but since plans changed, we took a cab la of course.
In the cab, I kept asking Faris how does contraction feel like. Cus how would I know right, I’ve never felt before hahaha. But I asked Faris, as if he knows LOL. I had a feeling what I felt in the cab was early contractions, but it wasn’t so bad. I still could talk and play with my phone. Faris asked if I wanted to walk to the delivery suite or he should take the wheelchair for me. I confidently said, “Alah, I jalan sudah la. I can walk la, I walked from home till we reached the cab what. I should be able to walk.” But hahahahaha no. As soon as we alighted the cab, I felt a gush of water came out of me. IT FELT SO UNCOMFORTABLE, I didn’t wanna move! And I cried cus I was THAT uncomfortable already! I haven’t felt REAL pain yet, just very uncomfortable. So Faris had to take the wheelchair for me and wheeled me to the delivery suite.
Checked ourselves in, and I had to get change. Faris had to help, cus this penakut girl was scared that the water will gush out when I change to the baju hospital hahaha. In the end, the both of us yang terkejut. The water that came out of me was green. Yeap, GREEN. And we were like, “Didn’t everyone told us waterbag colour is supposed to clear or something? Then why is it green seh? Okay takpe, nanti tanya nurse.” Which we did, and nurse was like, “Green? Oh, I think your baby must have pooped inside already.” Honestly, I didn’t know how to react to that.
My gynae came and checked how far along was I dilated. And at 1pm, I was only 2cm dilated. I was already thinking, since I need to be at least 10cm to push the baby out, maybe it would take me quite awhile. But then, my gynae told us that they will monitor me for another 3 hours, and if I don’t progress much, I will need to be induced since baby already pooped inside. That 3 hours fly by fast. But the contractions were all bearable. I still could have proper conversations with Faris, played games on my phone and all.
And at 4pm, when the nurse checked my cervix, I was only 4cm dilated. Lol, 3 hours and I only dilated 2cm more. So slow kan… Then the nurses started poking needles in me, to put me on drips. And that was when the REAL pain started. It really went from 0 to 10000000000000. I started to cry cus I was really in pain, and I kept telling Faris not to leave my sight. I was so mean la, he wanted to solat asar (in the delivery room) but I didn’t let him go to the toilet. Lol. And when he was praying, I think he could hear I my breathing cus I was loud la.
I was so close to asking for an epidural. I really felt like I couldn’t stand the pain. The nurse already passed me the form for me to sign, but Faris kept questioning me if this was what I really want. Whoa, I was in pain and he made me read the whole form and made me think more than twice for it. In the end, I didn’t go for the epidural. My husband must be proud la since he managed to talk me out of it lol. They gave me the laughing gas instead which was tak guna at all. Make me want to puke! I only took the painkiller jab but it didn’t even make any pain go away. Yeap, useless jab.
At around 6pm, I was 7cm dilated already. I think the pain made me go crazy and I asked Faris and the nurse, “I can’t take it already. Can we go for c-sect?! PLEASE.” And the both of them said nooooooooooo. I cried even more. Lol. Oh, I slapped my husband in the delivery room without realising. He was holding my hand, guiding me to breathe properly and all, but he breathe out in my face. So I slapped him. I felt so guilty when he told me that hahaha. But he did say, maybe he deserved it la cus I already told him not to do it hahahahahaha.
By 7pm, that was when the pushing started. It happened very fast. And I have no idea where I had the strength to push the baby out. I was already so very tired and it was A LOT of pushes before Aleeyyah came out. When she finally did, I cried again and turned to Faris saying, “I dah penat, I tak nak push lagi.” I didn’t realised she was out already lol. Only after I heard her cries then I realised that, that’s it. I managed to deliver my baby. Alhamdulillah. And it was tears of joy after that.
The first skin-to-skin with Aleeyyah felt so surreal and the feeling was really amazing.
Oh ya, when I was pushing my baby out, Faris’ and my phone were ringing non-stop! Apparently, my parents were looking for us, wanting to know how was everything going. Faris managed to call them back and they came to the hospital to see us at 10pm. More like meet their first granddaughter la. Sanggup you know… I went to the ward after 10pm, and my parents stayed to till almost midnight just for the sake of Aleeyyah.
Despite having to stay in a 4-bedder and Faris couldn’t stay with me the first night (we requested for A1 ward but got B1 instead), I enjoyed my stay at NUH. The nurses were all very helpful and I really liked my gynae. Apparently the mid-wife wanted me to go for emergency c-sect while I was pushing cus I wasn’t pushing well. But my gynae insist on letting me continue pushing. I only didn’t like the mid-wife. Pfft.
So this is Aleeyyah Binte Muhammad Faris, the little human who was growing in me for 38 weeks. Faris told me, “When I saw her eyes, it totally reminds me of you. Big, like yours. And when I saw her fingers…ni confirm ah anak Fafa. Jari sama seh.” Hahahahaha.
Now, she’s 23 days old. She sleeps easily at night, though she wakes up for feeding and diaper change. She screams when she’s hungry. She managed to keep us up the whole night last week. But its okay, we love her anyway.
Breastfeeding is whole different story. I had my share of troubles. I shall save that for another day. My baby needs me now. ❤️
Note: Should there be any typos or grammar errors, please forgive me. I didn’t have time to check for mistakes.