Category: Welcoming Baby
|September 18, 2011||Posted by Mabel under Just Noah, Welcoming Baby|
Our second bundle of joy, Noah, decided to enter our lives ahead of schedule on 11 September at 1200 (GMT +1) in his own way and here’s the story…
His journey started on Monday, 5 September afternoon when I started to get some brownish, thick (glue like) discharge. I didn’t think much about it at the time as it was on and off plus there was no pain and Noah was his usual active self. It was perhaps because of the stress from the move, unpacking and all. I figured some rest from all that would do me some good. So for the next four days or so, I rested as much as I could – naps, and so forth. I still had to do the usual like grocery shopping and entertain Eva. I talked to Noah as much as I could to try and get him to reverse whatever that was happening.
Yes, the discharge wasn’t going away despite me monitoring it for over a week – it was still an on and off thing though. We could have gone to see the doctor but with Nil’s work schedule plus the fact that insurance and all were not settled, we were, I guess, caught up with the entire move and simply assumed that it was just one of those things that some pregnant women got. Deep down inside, I had a nagging feeling that something was definitely going to happen so we decided to go to the hospital on Monday (12 September) and in the meantime, just monitor things over the weekend.
Then it happened.
|September 28, 2009||Posted by Mabel under Welcoming Baby|
We decided that we needed a little something that would grow with Eva. The trouble with our Bright Stars bouncer is that while it’s great for infants, it will only last her till she hits the 9 kg mark or becomes mobile & active. Also, it was stationary and low, resulting in Eva being, well, closer to the floor that I can to enjoy or like. Putting her in and out can be a pain (literally) for Nil and myself so even though it’s not supposed to be placed on things like tables and such, we have to – of course, she is never in it alone unsupervised and we make sure that the bouncer is positioned well.
I started looking around for something a little higher so that she can feel part of our interactions, especially when we’re eating at the dining table. Plus I wanted an object that she could grow with – thus saving us some money in the long run. Still, I didn’t want to get a new toy. One of the main issues with having a child is that they outgrow things very fast, especially in the first year. So it’s important to get something that will last long and give you value for money.
A lot of people balk at the idea of getting preloved for their children for hygiene and safety reasons but I reckoned that a lot of parents who are selling their preloved things sell them in good and usable condition.
When we saw this swing for sale at more than half of its retail price, we decided to grab it. After collecting it from the previous owner and setting it up, we got Eva to try it out and boy o’ boy, was she fascinated by it – at first. Of course we forgot all about the head support in our excitement. The little one dozed off after a while of sitting in the swing and Nil remarked that it was definitely a good buy.
The swing comes with a two-toy toy bar which is removable, two speed swing settings and music but so far, we have been using it on the lower speed setting and without any music. All you need to do is start the swinging motion, turn on the speed button and the swing will do the job for you. You can use it as a swing, a rocker and an infant seat – hence the whole 3 in 1 idea. The material for the seat is also of better quality and breathable compared to the bouncer we got which is 100% polyester. A definite plus point there in Singapore’s hot and humid weather.
While I love the gadget for its simplicity, I would have liked it more if the seats were recline-able and if it came with some head support for infants.
All in all, still a good buy! Eva now spends at least one of her napping session in it and after dinner, we put her in it for some swing time before getting her to sleep in her crib. As you can see above, she loves it!
|September 4, 2009||Posted by Mabel under Welcoming Baby|
I’m not exactly soliciting for gifts – just responding to the usual “what do you need?” question that I get from friends and family. But if it does come across as soliciting, then assume it is and shamelessly too.
Seriously, babies are expensive.
Apart from the usual diapers (in case you’re wondering, Eva is still fitting into the S size – 5-7 kg), we would really appreciate things for her and not so much for me. Clothes are always a safe bet (although Mum bought enough to last a lifetime) but toys and nursery items like crib music players, mobiles and activity gyms make good gifts as well. What we don’t need are things like hats, mittens, booties and all those frilly girly hairband-scrunchy accessories. It’ll just go to waste (end up sitting in the cupboard).
To give you an idea of what we’re looking for, here are some of the things that are on our to-buy list (I seem to have problems pointing to a Singapore site so used the M’sian equivalent):
Sleeveless bodysuits/onesies (Size 0-3 mths) for homewear
- Travel playpen (here)
- Crib mobile + music + light (here)
Gym (here)My thanks to Deeps, her parents and future hubby!
- Wedge pillow (here)
Open-top swing (here) OR cradle swing (here) Got the Fisher Price Smart Stages 3 in 1 Rocker Swing
- Bath/changing unit (here) OR bath centre (here) OR bath unit (here)
So yeah, if you do want to send us something, seriously consider what we need, contact me via email for an address, and well, our thanks in advance!
** Cross-posted on the main blog **
|July 28, 2009||Posted by Mabel under Welcoming Baby|
The night went by rather slowly and almost miserably with the heat and lack of contractions. It didn’t help that I was alone with my room-mate now gone for her own delivery. I don’t do well in hospitals – mainly because it’s boring. Anyway, at around 6am, they came in, hooked me up to the fetal monitor and came to the conclusion that I wouldn’t be in labour any time soon. So induce me they did…
The subsequent contractions started off rather slow, to say the least. Stronger than Braxton Hicks and this time with accompanying pelvic and back pain. But it was still infrequent and well, bearable. Now real labour pains are a completely different story altogether – you won’t be able to take when you get a contraction! Yes, that’s how bad it can be. I was still walking around the hospital corridors – I swear sometimes the staff there look at me with my big belly waddling up and down the corridors, hoping that I’ll pop sooner.
All the other expecting mothers in the prenatal side were coming and going…except me.
Still, labour wasn’t really impending and at 2cm dilation, they decide to try the suppository again. I’m allowed to take inducement suppositories for a total of 5 times. After which, if nothing happens, then well, there are other options. So at noon, they hooked me up to the fetal machine, checked again and induced again.
At around 2pm onwards, I was in misery.
My pelvis felt as if it was going to split into two. The contractions were ultra frequent – going from every 10 to 15 minutes in the morning after the first inducement to every 3 minutes after noon. I was encouraged to walk often right after taking the 2nd suppository but after having my lunch at slightly after noon and about 20 minutes of walking later, I couldn’t take it anymore. I was stopping every so often to catch my breath and my tail bone was tingling with pain. So I stayed in bed, hoping to bear it out for as much as possible.
Every time the contractions came, my pelvis felt like it was expanding, and my tail bone as if someone was taking a sledge hammer to it. I practised my breathing exercises which helped me keep up my energy and bear with the pain. Of course, the traditional way of gripping SOMETHING (or someone, if you find a willing victim) works as well… By then, I was already hooked up to the fetal monitor again so I could see the readings whenever the contractions came – hitting about 40 to 60 at the highest peak.
By 3pm, I was in tears every time the contractions came. Whenever they stopped, it was a relief for me but when they came, it was so painful that I just cried. Nil and I then decided that we had just about enough of tolerating the pain so we asked for the midwife. She came, looked at the fetal monitor and checked the cervix to see how far on I was dilated.
“5 cm dilation…that’s good.” YES!
Then there was a long pause.
“Hm. I can feel the baby but I’m not sure if it’s the hand or the feet. We’ll need to do an echo to be sure just in case it’s a breech. Let me make a call to my colleague.” WHAT WHAT?
About two minutes later, she came running back and told us that we were going to the delivery ward for the echo. I was asked to change, Nil to bring the camera and let the staff know where my personal effects were.
Downstairs, about a few more horrible contractions and an ultrasound later, we discovered to our horror, that our little Eva was not head down but in fact, breeched!!! And of all things – a complete breech, meaning her legs were folded down, resulting in them and the buttocks resting against the cervix. A disaster really because everyone was expected a head-down baby from all the previous checks (later, we were told that it is possible that she turned at the last minute OR that what they felt was the head could have been the butt). Heh.
Anyway, we were advised to go for an emergency c-sec and after signing a couple of documents, speaking to the anaesthesiologist and such – all the while having to deal to 90 plus peak contractions – I was wheeled into the operating theatre. Initially I would have had to wait for 40 minutes because the delivery ward was busy with activity; apparently 21 July was a hot day around Switzerland for births. But thankgawd for the little miracles of life – I just waited for less than 10 minutes and off I went.
Nil opted to stay and wait because he nearly fainted in an operating theatre in his job with the uni last time, and I didn’t want the surgical team to worry about him and all. Besides, I felt that I was strong enough to go through this alone after my angio, heart surgery and all.
They administered an epidural (local), put in a urine catheter and all, so I awake throughout the whole thing but hey, they won’t let you see the stitches and all so a drape was put up before me (this is so you don’t panic and such). The surgical and anaesthetics team were very friendly, especially the ladies who heard that I was in labour only to discover that it was breech – apparently, my little one decided to be a cheeky bugger at the last minute! They started teasing each other when someone let go that it was better if they all spoke in English and I found it humorous & warm to a degree. There were a lot of touches, and so forth so I didn’t really feel all like a piece of meat awaiting to be open. In fact, I felt comforted, really.
Anyway, Eva was out in less than 10 minutes or so of prodding and moving about in my womb not to mention some sounds of suction…she gave about four lusty cries and the doc announced her birth, that it was a girl and the usual congratulations coupled with how cute she was with her eyes open and such. The midwife who was there, showed me to her immediately and let me smell & kiss her to initiate the first contact bond. She had asked if I wanted to do so for the c-sec since I requested that she be put to my breast immediately for a vaginal delivery and mentioned in detail before the c-sec what she was going to do and so forth.
Since the OT was around 24°C and too cold for the baby, after the initial contact, she was bundled off to the waiting room for Nil to handle the changing and so forth while the surgical team continue with their work. We three would then meet up in the recovery area where I would be staying at for at least two hours for observation.
Everything went smoothly and apart from a slight dip in blood pressure at the end of the “birth”, Eva and I came out great. The shivering throughout the surgery was in fact a side effect of the epidural and countered with wonderfully hot towels which they changed regularly (the hot towels continued on in the recovery area, god-sent really!!!). In fact, I didn’t even realise that it was all over until the doc said that it’s done. Hah! The three of us met again in the recovery area where the midwife immediately placed her to my right breast and she suckled for the first time (probably explains why my right breast is producing more milk than the left! LOL!).
After the usual checks which included the all-time important “can you feel your legs?”, I was declared OK for the maternity ward where I spent the next four days recovering and well, getting to know my drama princess.
Talk about entering the world with a bang of her own, no? O’well, at least I can say I know what real labour is…
|July 26, 2009||Posted by Mabel under Welcoming Baby|
Since I disappeared off the face of the Netsphere for five days for a very good reason, I thought I’d share why and how it came to be. Our little one, Eva Li-Ann, decided to grace the world with her entrance on 21 July at 1625 (GMT +1) albeit with a bang of her own and here’s the story…
Her journey first began on Monday when my water bag broke at 530am in the morning. Now, being a first-time mum, I had no idea what it was going to feel like. The midwife at the antenatal classes did say that it could be a gush or just a trickle. Mine started off with what felt like a vaginal discharge which turned into something that felt like leaking LOTS of pee within two seconds and continuously leaking every few seconds or minutes. Imagine having no control over a full bladder and peeing all over yourself silly. That was how it felt like for me. Note to self: Amniotic fluid smells like semen. I’m not joking.
So after a phone call to the delivery ward, I was told to get a glass of water with sugar and come as soon as possible with my papers and hospital bag. The drive there was embarassing, to say the least, as I was still leaking fluid with every step and the sanitary pad (I used those maternity pads) were quickly getting soaked to the bone. Luckily for us, the hospital was about 10 minutes by car.
Upon arrival at the hospital, I was hooked up to the fetal monitor and my weight plus urine taken for analysis. As it turns out, Eva still wasn’t ready to show up as my contractions weren’t true contractions at all!!! Just Braxton Hicks and they weren’t even regular or frequent – perhaps one or two every hour? Gah!!! But because they can’t afford to let things just be as it can lead to infection and such, I was admitted for observation and if I still wasn’t in labour within the next 24 hours, they would have to induce labour.
So off we went to the maternity ward where I was admitted into my own room. I must admit that I was surprised to be treated to a two-person room at a public hospital AND on the most basic of insurance with all the comforts of what would seem like a room for a private hospital back in Malaysia. The hospital provided the following:
- Birthing outfit
- Towels (daily change)
- Sanitary pads
- Nursing pads
- Disposable undies
- Lanolin cream (for breasts)
- Cold compress (for breasts)
- Herbal supplement (for milk production)
- Any medication
- Daily change of clothes
- Alcohol and cotton for cord care
- Vaseline (for temp checks)
- Baby box containing gifts from sponsors (diaper bag, soap powder, etc) and info pertaining vaccinations and such
- Three baby books
- Booklet charting her birth, and progress plus paed reports (somewhat like the one I got for maternity which also covers postpartum checks and such)
*The bassinet that she is placed is doubles as a changing table and everything that is inside is basically stuff we can take home. ^^
Anyway, I got comfortable, had breakfast and proceeded with the long process of waiting for true contractions to start. I walked up and down the corridor until I became a familiar sight with all the midwives and attending staff as well as janitorial staff there. Up and down, up and down, and still after lunch, nothing. Now I had been roomed in with another lady who was in the middle of labour – her problem was that while she had labour contractions, her cervix wasn’t dilating fast enough. By noon, they induced labour and off she went to give birth. Later in the evening, I bumped into her on the other side of the hospital where they keep the new mums (apparently, my side is for those who are waiting to give birth!) and her little one was already out.
Mine? No where to be found. GAH! It was definitely going to be a long 24 hours and I still had the remaining night to deal with.
To be continued…
|July 25, 2009||Posted by Mabel under Welcoming Baby|