Tuesday, July 05, 2016

My birth story - Arrival of precious baby Tyler

Finally I am back in this blog! :) After 3 years, really a lot of things have happened.

Well in between of the arrival of li'l Tyler, HS and I got hitched on 14th Dec 2014...and 1.5 years later our li'l Tyler arrived.

I will just talk about my birth story as I am due to share it with my HypnoBirth practitioner in her FB group...and to relive it while everything is fresh in my mind!

For this pregnancy, I have been diagnosed with GDM (gestational diabetes mellitus) so I was not allowed to deliver later than the due date (post-date). Of course I tried all the possible ways to naturally "induce" the baby out but it did not seem to go anywhere!

2 weeks before due date (38 weeks' gestation)
Went for my usual check up with Dr. Tan, baby was almost in OFP (optimal foetal position) with the head facing right towards the back and heads down and Doc said that it could be "anytime" as the baby's engagement is quite deep already. Which is fine for me as I had started my maternity leave and would be on standby at home anyway. So I just continued with my normal routine and also started the "natural induction" process...as I was hoping to carry the baby till minimum 39 weeks' so I did not want to overdo it.

1 week before due date (39 weeks' gestation)
The bun is still baking in the oven! Doc says despite the engagement, my cervix is still thick and don't seem to be thinning/effaced anytime soon. It might even take weeks so we proceeded to discuss the possibility of induction come 18th June (baby's EDD). Initially I was a bit disappointed having to be induced but doc says even induction can be "gentle"...and a powerful phrase that she told me was "Release your fears"...and she asked me to continue to try the natural induction for another week, especially being intimate with my hubby (for the prostaglandin) LOL TMI!
So the whole week:
1) Intimacy
2) Walk a lot a lot a lot (I have been walking minimum 4000-8000 steps a day during my last trimester, more during the weekends)
3) Eat pineapples, VCO, kurma
4) Drink lots and lots and lots of coconut water - 1 biji a day
5) Polar bear position
6) Yoga and squats (malasana)
7) Perineal massage

But of course, nothing happened...

**ACTION TIME**

18th June 2016 (Saturday)
I checked into Pantai Cheras after a good shower and breakfast @ 7am. Dr Tan arrived shortly after and spoke about the induction methods - after checking she said the cervix has yet to start thinning so will insert prostaglandin suppository to help with the thinning. I was put on CTG intermittently in the labour room and did feel some constant surges (but bearable) and went back to the maternity ward to rest from time to time. As the surges' frequency became lesser and lesser, I walked around the ward, bounced on the birth ball, went downstairs to grab a bite, had kurma and repeated while waiting. At around 5pm, Dr. Tan came back and looked at the CTG charts, the surges were practically non existent anymore so doc decided to insert balloon catherer to aid with the thinning.  BUTTTT, when the nurse wanted to tape the tube next to my thighs, the balloon fell out and voila, apparently I am already 4cm dilated! After discussion, rather than another dosage of prostaglandin, we decided to see if nature would take its course during the night. So I had a relatively good night's rest (with just mild surges in between).

19th June 2016 (Sunday)
No progress - so Dr. Tan inserted another dosage of prostaglandin and continued the same process as the day before. This time around, the surges were stronger but still bearable  ;) The frequency of the surges were too far apart so I received 3rd dosage @ 4pm and continued with CTG monitoring. I really had to practice some breathing techniques and even to channel the sensation of the surges...in fact I vomited out my sandwich and couldn't really stomach heavy meals...Thankfully the kurma and energy bars really helped...and most importantly to keep myself hydrated (thanks to my dispatch boy, Mr. Hubby who was the runner for whatever I needed). When another VE was done at 11pm I was finally at 7cm! And...the sensation was intense...maybe because I was strapped to the CTG machine intermittently. There were no other patients in the labour rooms so I was really "letting go"...moaning and breathing loudly and "blowing the candle" (tip from Internet)...not really HypnoBirthing anymore as maybe I listened to Birthing Affirmation too many times :D Hubby rested at the foldable couch next to my bed and it was comforting to have him with me. From the CTG and contraction monitoring, my surges were still strong but the frequency gradually reducing through the night (maybe 8 minutes apart?)

20th June 2016 (Monday)
When Dr. Tan dropped by, I was worried she would tell me that I am still at 7cm 0_o"...to be honest, after 48 hours, I was getting quite exhausted (baby is still doing great from the CTG monitoring). I was so happy when she did the VE and told me that I was already at 9cm! But because the frequency was quite far apart, it could drag on into the 4th day (if I want to wait)...or we could intervene a bit more, by rupturing the membrane. Dr. Tan suggested it and I accepted the method as I was already 9cm dilated. True enough, the intensity built up and I did dilate to 10cm (then slow down again) LOL...yes, a bit exasperating but...hey at least I finally made it to 10cm right? After that Dr. Tan asked if I would like to go with pitocin drip to help to increase the frequency of the surges - else I would be nowhere close to have the urge and much needed surges to birth the baby out. The first drip (low dosage) it was more like warm up, I tried to push but it was not going anywhere. Lying down position was a no no for me, I tried to walk and squat but did not feel comfortable either. Then in the end I tried (hands and knees on floor) knees on the bed and hugging the birth ball while gripping on the rails of the bed during the surges. After that the dosage was upped and that's when the I really feel like I can breathe the baby properly. I kind of forgotten my birth breathing/J breathing and was "blow out the candle" like crazy and grunting (yes sometimes when the time comes you just forget everything LOL!). The nurse kindly reminded me to stop wasting the energy and to focus on the breathing inside during surges to breathe out the baby. After trying for maybe 1/2 hour (I think?) finally the nurses could see the baby's head (still in and out)...until I got hang of the rhythm and FINALLY baby's head is crowning (Hubby had sneak preview . That's when everything happened so fast - all the nurses got to work preparing for the arrival of the baby, Dr. Tan appeared out of nowhere and she guided me to breathe the baby out. And I think I did feel the "ring of fire" when the baby's head was descending...at that point any sensation is good sensation, as it brings the baby closer to me! Towards the end - after a slow and steady descent, (Dr even said, you had a slow and steady labour, even when birthing out also slow and steady, slowly breathing out the baby...)I think the baby's waist onwards (??) I might have stopped breathing and gave a slight push instead and the baby just slipped out and of course I had teared :P

And then again everyone was moving again, one nurse came to unbutton my top, the other wiped the blood off the baby, doc was busy with the umbilical cord, hubby was on my side and then the baby was passed to me. :)

What a wonderful moment that was! Really, you kind of forget about the pain that you have been through the past 3 days and especially the past hour! The stitches were done, the placenta was pushed out, the umbilical cord was cut by hubby after it stopped pulsating and I got my skin to skin with baby...the most magical 1 hour in our lives...well at least mine :D Baby was quite alert and just observing his surroundings...fell asleep for awhile and then moved around a bit again. He didn't really crawl...more like not much space for him to crawl...and for him to crawl up the 2 big twin peaks (LOL) would be too much of a challenge! We were left alone for more than 1 hour, and after exploring here and there (he had the best smell ever even though I know it's probably just my amniotic fluid haha), we nudged him to latch. He did latch on like a champion, although he just suckled for a bit and rested, and then suckled a bit more.

After taking our own sweet time we eventually passed the baby to the nurse who was waiting to weigh him - our perfect little baby weighed 3.4 kgs and measured 52 cms!

What we achieved from this HypnoBirth:

1) I had to be induced because of GDM, but it was done in such that it is still gentle, baby was never in distress and had good heart rate throughout the 3 days despite few interventions - and each method was discussed with my husband and I prior to it being administered, I did not feel like I was coerced into any decision
2) No enema, episiotomy
3) Allowed to eat and drink in labour room
4) Free to move around (well during CTG I was strapped but after the wireless CTG was used instead, I was allowed to move around)
5) I could set up the labour room in a manner that I felt at ease in - I had my Bose speakers, IPad, pillows from home and birth ball
6) Birth in any position that you feel most comfortable in
7) Birth companion (my hubby) played an active role throughout the whole birthing process
8) Delayed cord clamping until stop pulsation
9) Immediate skin to skin for 1 hour
10) No painkillers or epidural

All in all, we had the perfect outcome from the long labour - even though my cervix was pretty stubborn for that few days, with HypnoBirth, we made the best out of the situation and just tried to embrace the experience into something beautiful that we would remember for life - the welcoming of our baby Tyler into our lives. :) :)



Monday, October 15, 2012

Day by day...life goes by!

Felt like posting today!

Had a less than perfect day from work today...and one can post a "bad day" status on FB and instantly you can see the replies reverberating, sharing the same sentiments. Mostly with empathy, some with sympathy.

Now, how many of YOU live your day to the fullest? Or how many of you wished that the day will end sooner? How nice it would be for the clock to tick closer to 5.00pm. After all, it is SSDD (same shit, different day)...How nice it is to be holding a bottle of ice cold beer in your hands, sipping away your work troubles...Am not much of a drinker but it is still nice to hang out with colleagues after work!

You know, one of the most anticipated days in my company is 28th or 29th or 30th of the month...depending on how many days there are in a month.Or specifically, any day close to pay day. Maybank2u would become the website with most hits in the base (most of us have our salary credited into maybank) and the connection would be extra slow. Each time, the click would be followed by "Damn, gaji belum masuk" and a disappointed sigh; OR, "Yay, gaji dah masuk!!!"...and a "Banyak betul income tax ditolak"....In an instant, everyone would scurry to their laptops and *click* *click* *click* away...

Key words, "house installment", "car loan", "credit card bill", "utilities bill", "Astro subscription", "personal loan", "online betting debt", "furniture installment", "phone bill", "new whim - IPhone 5...new sports rim... new accessory... new handbag"...Shall I elaborate?

Naturally, the following day or two, the same sentence would be heard "Ahhh...paid all my debts, only RM xxx left for the rest of the month". I cannot say it applies 100% to everyone, but 80% of the population would be quite a close guess.

Thus, a vicious cycle is created. Everyday, you would wish that pay day would arrive sooner. How time could pass quicker, how you could pay off your bills, how you could plan your finances, how one day you could be debt free etc etc etc...Question, did YOU pause to smell the flower amid all the worries?

And before you know it, time indeed did pass by quickly. Looking back, I would have had been paid my salary about 53 times in my life (minus all the part time jobs) already...meaning 4.5 years in the work force.

But boy, do I wish I could turn back time to 4.5 years ago and live my life to the fullest each day! (actually maybe rewind to 20 years back)

It is STILL not too late to pause and smell the flowers, my friends. As Albert Einstein said, "He who can no longer can pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead; his eyes are closed."



Sunday, May 27, 2012

Zest in Life

Some people really have the zest in life. Passion for life. Live to inspire.
I think that I used to have that...Which is why I wrote. To inspire people with my writing.
Granted, I am not that talented in writing...I don't have that flair with words. I mean, I am an engineer...how creative can I be right? :)

But I loved to share my experience...and I want my readers (if there are any left) to see the world from my point of view...The thoughts...my life...my experiences. I guess if you are not writing anonymously, you will have to refrain from saying some things i.e. bitching about your company and managers...for an instance. Not so hard to connect who your boss is from blog --- facebook profile --- company --- manager's name. hahaha.

That's besides the point. I remember I used to read this blog where I found the writer extremely talented. And she really inspired me to try to write, back when blogging was such a hit. She just got married and I feel like a close friend got married as well. I feel connected to her from her writings...Too bad she closed her blog.

Anyway...I do still read blogs and from time to time, there will still be posts that inspire me. Whoever it is...keep writing and inspire! :)

Saturday, April 21, 2012

RM140 vs RM1400

Have you ever wondered the value of money? A few years back, before I joined my current company, being freshly graduated and all, I would think that having RM140 in my bank account meant that I was very hebat, cos that meant I would be able to survive for another 2 weeks which means 2 weeks less of agony of waiting for the next paycheque. :) Yes, seriously. Lunch, RM5...and dinner, I could always go to my aunt's to tapao a week's worth of yummy nyonya food or have nasi goreng kampung for RM3.50...Life was simple...everyday it would be just thoughts of surviving for another day...or another week...Worse come to worst...there is always the back up Maggi Mee, specifically lontong and duck flavoured :)

Let's not even go too far back, back to university days, secondary school or primary school...that seemed long long long time ago...correct? (of course not, I'm not THAT old)

With that being said, the salary I was drawing a few years back after I came back from Italy was very "fresh graduate-ish"... Standard. I thought, wow, I am a smart engineer, that was pretty good pay. I was proud of myself. Apparently, that was not the case. After deducting income tax, company share deduction, EPF contribution...almost 1/3 was gone. Then the "smart" me decided that I would pay only 5 years for my then newly acquired Viva...so it's another RM700/mth in installment. RM300 for dad as duit poket. Gym fees, parking fees, fuel, groceries for my uncle's house which I menumpang...really, there was almost nothing left. But  each time I log on into my Maybank2u...if I see 3 digits in my bank account, it always meant good news. Cos it would mean that I would last another 2 weeks. Haha. However, I had to depend on my dad to clear my credit card bills for me first and slowly pay him off during the next paycheque. There were no savings and never extra money in my bank. BUT, I was carefree.

Fast forward 2-3 years...I am now in a new job, technical role, maintenance engineer in a multinational company. The money is now much better than my previous role, I am lucky, I must say so (well, it's not so so so so good)...But at least I do not have to worry about feeding on nasi goreng kampung for the next 2 weeks...I eat whatever I please (not steaks and high end food everyday though!!! But Korean food, Japanese food, western food would always be in the list whenever I go back to KL), be vigilant in my spending, can afford to give my dad a bit more extra, always paid my car installments in time, and even have savings to pay down payment for a house with my beau. Not to mention I can even afford a spa and facial package!!! But you know what...it's stressful. Now with even RM1400 in my bank, yes, 10 times of more than what I would use to have by end of the month, I would feel stressed out. Insecure. Cold. Haha...now I want the money to grow grow grow so that I can have a good vacation...the money is growing but tooo tooo tooo slowly! I really should be grateful of what I have, but with all the rising costs it doesn't seem to be a lot. Whenever I open my super excel sheet of my so-called "finances", it's actually quite depressing.
"When lah will I be able to afford this?"
"When lah will I be able to pay off this?"
"Why lah all these buggers so damn rich one?"
"Why lah my salary is so little?"
"Why lah I have to wake up everyday at 7am and go to work?"
All these rocket science questions.

Then it dawned upon me. What is the difference between RM140 and RM1400 besides the additional "0"? Age.

It must be the aging. As a fresh grad...you did not have to worry about owning a house to settle in, paying for renovations if you were even able to buy a place...nor care for retired parents, pay off credit card bills, investments, weddings to attend (the angpows do cost a lot!!!), plan your own wedding (also cost a bomb!)...starting a family (hence you need savings)...etc etc etc.

So, the conclusion is...the older you get, the more you worry. Now I really know why parents used to tell their anxious to grow up children "Kids, enjoy your childhood while you are still young. Don't hurry to grow up". 100% factual. If only I could rewind my life to when I was 12 and happily buying my RM0.30 bowl of laksa from school canteen.

Tuesday, February 07, 2012

kegeraman melimpah-limpah

is it so difficult to openly show affection? I'm not crazed about proclaiming love thru fb or doing crazy things in public, or blogging in public or announce to the whole world- I just want someone who is proud to say "I love you". I don't understand it. which is why sometimes I keep forgetting and start to have a tiny glimpse of hope, a little expectation... time to reset n wipe that off again.