A few days before D day, I noticed my bowel movement became more frequent. Almost after every meal. I took this as early signal. But how early? Im not sure. I let hubby know as I noticed, coincidently, he finally decided to pack his things for any emergency on 22nd night. We chatted through FaceTime after he done his packing, then I felt regular surges, steadily I told him:"I'm not sure is it a true alarm, let me confirm first then only you fly back." I continued reading hypnobirthing book, listening to relaxing music, and as time goes on, I get more excited. I knew she is coming. That was a sleepless night, due to my over excitement. At 6am, surges were 15-30mins apart, I gave him the CALL.
Had breakfast as usual, but i couldn't hold the excitement. So i Told two of my besties, one was very worried and hushed me to admit in hospital immediately, another one was worried as well but chose to trust my decision. I decided to not let any other people know, to save the consolation work. Watched Obama vs Romney 2nd round of debate live. Lol. Ermm, bloody show at 10sth. YouTube relaxation music as background, I slept through the surges.
Hubby's flight at 12pm bkk time, estimated to reach home at 4pm. I told my girl, daddy is coming back, wait for him k? I guess she decided its not the right time yet, the surges did not progress further, 10mins apart. I had my own sweet time, cooked and had lunch. Continued sleeping, with the help of music and breath of course. After I bathed and packed things, I noticed surges were just 3mins apart... Hmm, it's 3pm.. Can I still wait for hubby?
Decided to make my way to hospital first. Sms hubby and asked him to head directly to hospital. At the registration counter, I told them I'm in labor, 3mins apart, they asked me back: are you sure you're in labor? I can walk, but they insisted to put me on wheelchair, awkward feel~ sent to labor room but all occupied, so I was wheeled downstairs to meet dr haw. He did VE, 6cm dilated. I told him VE is more painful than surges..
So I waited for labor room, then I was strapped for EFM. I stated in my birth plan to do only the compulsory monitoring and we agreed it would not last longer than 20 mins. But the nurses on duty were too busy that day, they didn't acknowledge. Oh my.... Laid still for 40 mins was no joke, I started to feel bad. Hubby arrived at 4pm, quickly he helped to call the nurse to release me. After being released, I was okay again. We both chit chatted, timed the surges together. Aiks?! Still 3mins apart? Okok, then he talked to my girl: daddy is here d, if you're ready then can come out d.
Amazingly, surges progressed to 2mins apart. In between surges we still laughed, and I asked him to give me a piece of toblerone dark chocolate. After 2 bites, surges get intense, 1min, I passed the choc back to him, tried to find the most comfortable position. I squatted on the floor, feeling she's on her way. As I told hubby this feeling, he said he spotted hair! As Dr came in, I made my way back on bed and in all-four position, yawned with each surge, then I felt the burning sensation down there~ crowning! I laughed when I felt her body passing through (feel itchy :-p).
Her tiny body was handed to me the next second, Skin-to-skin. I was extremely happy, said my first halo to her. My memory is blur: was cord clamped by hubby first or I delivered the placenta first? Hehe, too focused on her. I passed her to half naked hubby for bonding while nurses helped me with cleaning. Waterbag was broken as she made her way out, total mess on bed. Then she latched for the first time. We were left alone to enjoy our very moment.
I couldn't sleep in the first night with her, keep looking at her, bugging her to latch on every now and then.. The excitement lingered on. Without medical interventions, I stayed energetic after birth, I can walk as usual with the natural tear and the wound healed completely by itself in two weeks. Enjoyable birth. ^.^
