14 September 2011, by Yi Lin

Coco Pops!

Yes, yes, I know there has been a LOOONNNGGG radio silence since my last blog entry. So long that readers have left comments asking what has happened to us!

We are happy to have welcomed littleΒ Cho Kai Xin Colette, aka Coco, to our family on Monday 22 August 2011, at 9.27am. Yes, we have a very efficient baby who decided to arrive on the very morning of Mummy’s first day of maternity leave.

Bonding with my baby during her first few minutes of life

Ok, let’s get straight to the birth story – cos that’s what everybody wants to hear right? πŸ™‚ (Also because my laptop is running low on battery while I’m keeping an eye on the baby as I write this entry – and I want to get it out before she stirs for her next feed! New parents don’t just suffer from interrupted sleep – it’s interrupted EVERYTHING 24/7 now.)

The Birth

I couldn’t have asked for a more straightforward birth. It went exactly according to the birth plan. There was the added bonus of the birth progressing with my body clock, which I’ll explain a little further down this post.

Sunday 21 August, 6am

I woke up with dull abdominal cramps. They weren’t painful or regular, so I figured these could be the Braxton Hicks “practice” contractions and didn’t think that I would be going into labour anytime soon that day.

Sunday 21 August, 11am

As the morning progressed, the contractions started getting closer and closer. By 11am, they were 10 minutes apart and lasted about 30 seconds per wave. I was also experiencing some light spotting, but the bloody show and/or mucous plug had yet to make their appearance. The pain was rather mild, like period cramps, except that they came in waves instead of a continuous cramp. Since I was still feeling pretty good and could walk without problem, we proceeded to a friend’s (Coco’s godfather-to-be) place for lunch (Our friends, however, freaked out a bit when I told them that I was having contractions, haha. Guess a home birth on the couch of Β their new home wouldn’t have been a pretty sight!)

Sunday 21 August, 5.30pm

By this time, the contractions were getting as close as 6 to 10 minutes apart and lasting up to 60 seconds per wave. I had realised earlier on that afternoon that I WAS going into active labour and that we would probably be leaving for the hospital that very evening or in the middle of the night. I started a panic a little as I had forgotten what I was suppose to do during labour and delivery! I spent the whole afternoon lying in bed with my antenatal class notes in hand and frantically reading up on the birth process. Yes, it was not unlike last-minute mugging for an exam.

Sunday 21 August, 7pm

With the contractions down to 5 minutes apart, we hurriedly got dressed, grabbed our hospital bag, bid farewell to my family (who was having a leisurely BBQ in our backyard!) and drove to the hospital. In the car, the contractions quickened to 2 minutes apart! Dan drove swiftly but calmly to KKH (not a difficult feat with the uber smooth Sunday night traffic on the ECP.) He even had the time (and the gall) to ask me how many children I wanted as I doubled up in pain from the intense cramps coursing through my lower back and abdomen. Still no sign of the bloody show or mucous plug.

Sunday 21 August, 9pm

By this time, I had been lying in the triage area under observation for quite a while, hooked up to a couple of machines to monitor my blood pressure and the baby’s heartbeat. The nurse stuck a couple of fingers into me to check on the dilatation of my cervix – 1.5cm – and guess what, out came the mucous plug with her fingers! Hellooooo Nurse!

My doctor came by to check how I was progressing (the first thing I said to her was sorry for making her come in late on a Sunday night) and said that from the look of things, I would probably deliver in the morning.

Sunday 21 August, 10pm

I checked into the maternity ward to await delivery.

Sunday 21 August, 11.30pm

The contractions had now increased in frequency and intensity and were now a minute apart and absolutely BRUTAL. I called for the nurse and asked to be brought down to the delivery suite to be given pain relief… NOW!!!! And that, was the end of my first night’s stay in the maternity ward! All 1.5 hours of it. Sigh.

Throughout my pregnancy, I had already been leaning heavily towards the option of getting an epidural. We had learnt during antenatal class of the possible side effects of taking the plunge but we weighed the pros (a lot) and cons (very minor and low chance of risk) and made a calculated and informed decision to get an epidural if the pain proved to be unbearable. The decision to go for it at this point in time now was a no-brainer. I thought long and hard about it… well, not quite. The thought process went something like this:

My contractions are one minute apart and hitting me with incredibly intensity.

I am only 2cm dilated.

It takes the cervix approximately one hour to dilate one centimetre.

Which means I have 8 hours more to go before I can push.

Thus, I have to ride out roughly 240 more waves of contractions throughout the night.

JUST GIVE ME THE EPIDURAL, DAMNIT!

In the delivery suite, I was give etonox from a gas mask to help me cope with the pain. I was 2cm dilated by then but had to wait until I was 3cm dilated before I could be given an epidural. The gas made me REALLY HIGH – like really woozy and rather delirious, which I guess is what helps take your mind off the pain temporarily. I remember telling Dan that I felt as if I was at Zouk on Mambo Night and drunk to the point of being incredibly high – to the point just before one passes out, but even better because you don’t actually pass out while on etonox. I could even imagine the dance floor and disco lights at Zouk, complete with Mambo music (I attribute this to Class 95FM’s incessant promotion of their Retrolicious concert on air…) When I removed the mask from my face, I imagined that I was sitting on the curb outside of Zouk and breathing in the fresh air.

Like I said, I was REALLY HIGH.

Monday 22 August, 1am

Despite how fun breathing etonox sounds, I was still writhing around in great pain through each contraction. Anxious for the nurse to administer the next stage of pain relief, Dan called for her to check the dilatation again – 3cm! Just ripe for an epidural!

The anaesthetist arrived soon after. Compared to the pain of the contractions, the sensation (I wouldn’t even call it ‘pain’) of having the local anaesthetic injected into my spine was negligible. Once that was done, I didn’t even feel the huge epidural needle being inserted. Still high on the gas, I even happily repeated the whole “The Gas Makes Me Feel Like I’m At Mambo” story to the anaesthetist.

She commented that I was very cheerful. I managed to reply, “No lah! I’m just REAAAALLLLYYYY HIIIIGGGHH! Hee hee hee.”

Monday 22 August, 1am to 7.30am

With the epidural in place, I could actually sleep quite peacefully throughout the night, except when the nurse came round to empty my bladder with the use of a catheter Β or change a bloody sheet (uh huh, sorry, no pretty details in the labour process.) The dosage was administered at base level – meaning I could still feel sensation in my lower half and even control movement in my legs, but could not feel any pain from the contractions. The only “pain” was having to perpetually lie on my left side the ENTIRE night because any other position would result in the monitor losing track of the baby’s heartbeat. It wasn’t unlike during pregnancy, when the baby would protest strongly by kicking me in the ribs if I chose to lie on my right side. Fussy.

Throughout the night, the husband slept in the Lazy Boy chair next to my bed.

Monday 22 August, 7.30am

My doctor popped in to check on my progress – I was 9cm dilated but the water bag still hadn’t ruptured. The doctor burst it and prescribed a dose of oxytocin to help make the contractions more regular. I can’t quite remember if that also helped me to feel the contractions better, or whether the nurse lowered the epidural dosage so that I could tell when a contraction was approaching and prepare myself to push together with it.

Monday 22 August, 8.30am

The nurse coached me to start pushing. In my excitement and panic, I got my breathing technique all wrong and was pushing inefficiently. My amazing husband recalled the proper techniques that we learnt during antenatal class and instructed me to channel my breath and energy correctly. He helped hold one leg while the nurse held the other (I could control and hold my own legs but wasn’t doing a very good job of pulling them back far enough to aid the delivery.) He also helped me count to 10 for each push, which encouraged me to strive to hold each push for 10 seconds or longer.

After 15 minutes of huffing and puffing and pushing, the nurse said, “Very good. That was just for practice. We’re going to start pushing for real very soon okay?” WHAT?!?!?!!?

Monday 22 August, 9am

By now, I had been pushing “for real” for 15 minutes and was making good progress. I could feel the baby coming down the birth canal. What does it feel like? Like you have a really bad case of constipation and are stuck in mid-poo and just REALLY want to get the poo out. All that pushing is pretty tiring.

A few minutes later, the doctor reappeared to perform the episiotomy. I was still in the right state of mind to ask her if it was going to hurt when she made the cut/s. She replied no, and true enough, thanks to the epidural, although I could feel the sensation of being cut, I didn’t feel any pain. In fact, hearing the snipping sounds was more traumatic than actually being cut. I didn’t expect the snips to sound so loud! Dan didn’t either – but cleverly compensated by counting louder, and louder, and LOUDER to drown out the snipping sounds.

Monday 22 August, 9.27am

With one last mega push, the baby’s head finally emerged from the birth canal. It only took a small push to clear her shoulders through the opening and TA-DA! She was out! *woot!*

Weighing in at 3.015kg, little Coco didn’t turn out to be a big a baby as we expected from the size of my belly (it was all water) and the estimated measurements during the regular ultrasound scans. In fact, I heard the doctor tell the nurse, “Oh, she isn’t that big after all. She just has a big head”!!

Immediately, the sound of angry cries filled the air – as if she was damn pissed off at being evicted from her comfortable pool villa. The nurse gave her a cursory wipe-down and placed her, naked, on my chest. SHE IMMEDIATELY STOPPED CRYING. It was nothing short of amazing. It was an incredible feeling to be finally holding on to my baby after 10 long months of having her inside me – and since I first saw her on the monitor during the Frozen Embryo Transfer, as a little embryo, freshly thawed from the deep freezer. In the meantime, Dan snapped photos and sent out birth announcement messages to our family and closest friends.

Our first family photo

Back at the maternity ward, we basked in the joy of welcoming our little daughter and sharing the joy with our friends and family.

The little Coco bean is so tiny in Daddy's arms

Mandy and Cristan come to visit

We stayed the night at the hospital and were given the green light to be discharged the next morning. It was utterly amazing, to finally have our little bundle of joy share our home with us.

Daddy showing off the homemade cot mobiles

Adoring father

She smiles a lot in her sleep. Wonder what she's dreaming of.

That pretty much sums up the birth story. As I mentioned earlier, I’m thankful that the contractions started and progressed at a pace that allowed the epidural to be administered around midnight, thus letting me sleep painlessly through the night – just like I would have on any other given night – and wake up the next morning to start pushing. It’s almost like going to sleep as per normal and waking up to go to work, no? πŸ™‚

3 weeks on, the memory is already starting to fade, so I’m really glad to be able to capture – and share – it on this blog. On hindsight, the pain and physical exhaustion from the birth process also seems like the distant past. So if you ask me now whether I would go through it all over again and have more children, my answer would be a resounding…. YES πŸ™‚

I love my baby :)

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Posted on : September 14, 2011

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14 Comments

Yi Lin

Yi Lin

September 26th, 2011 at 1:43 pm    


Thanks Jessica and Evon! πŸ™‚

Evon

September 20th, 2011 at 1:41 pm    


Congrats Yi Lin on the bundle of joy ^_^

Jessica

September 20th, 2011 at 11:29 am    


She’s such a happy baby! I’m so happy for your family!

Yi Lin

Yi Lin

September 20th, 2011 at 10:25 am    


Thank you ALL for your kind words πŸ™‚ We are absolutely overjoyed to have her in our lives.

Heh, yeah, sorry it took so long for the news to reach cyberspace. Trying to coordinate both Dan and my posts was one thing – throw a newborn into the mix and all good intentions to blog earlier go out of whack! I’m glad that I finally did – and even happier that the story and photos elicit giggles and joyful tears from you readers πŸ™‚

Nurul: Yes, 22 August is a nice date, isn’t it? I love it that her birthdate numbers run so neatly – 22.8.11. Happy Belated Birthday to you!

SS: 37 weeks! Are you excited? People were saying “Oooh, so exciting!” when I was that pregnant, but I was really tired of being SO big by then that the impending birth was more of a relief than excitement. All the best for the delivery. I would love to read your birth story. Drop a comment with the URL if you have a blog!

Debra: Haha, YES, I thought it was ONE snip too!!! I’m guessing all that snipping was cos the doc was gradually deepening the incision/s, rather than making new ones. I didn’t bother to ask how many incisions there were in the end. One snip or ten snips – the area is still sore after delivery. But it’s amazing how fast the body recovers from a normal delivery, so don’t worry.

Thank you everybody for being happy for us!

Grace

September 19th, 2011 at 4:13 am    


Congrats to both of you on your new bundle of joy.. πŸ™‚ Coco is such a cutie! πŸ™‚

Karen tey

September 16th, 2011 at 2:27 am    


Congrats to u n Dan! Colette’s a beauty!! She’s zoo sweet n cute… I’m so happy for u n Dan…reading yr birth story brings tears of joy to my eyes… She’s a doll…. Gong xi

Rustyslave

September 16th, 2011 at 2:19 am    


Congrats to u… Ur baby really smile when she sleeps…. I cant help to giggle each time I see her sleep.

SS

September 16th, 2011 at 1:21 am    


Congrats Yi Lin and Dan!

I am 37 weeks today so I could pop anytime now. Anxious…

ttcing

September 16th, 2011 at 12:04 am    


awwww…. congrats!!!!! little colette is so sweet!!

Debra

September 15th, 2011 at 8:12 am    


Oh yay, been waiting for your birth story for weeks! Congrats on your little girl – she is a cutie πŸ™‚

PS. Why was there so much snipping?!!! Isn’t one snip enough? Now I’m traumatised.

nurul

September 15th, 2011 at 5:06 am    


she shares the same birthdate with me !!

Jas

September 15th, 2011 at 3:53 am    


Congratz!

been refreshing this page daily for updates lor.

the last photo of “coco” is so so sweet.
and yes, she smile so sweetly… πŸ™‚

Alexandra

September 15th, 2011 at 2:06 am    


*Looking a sleeping, smiley Colette’s pix* – Colette’s got your smile!

Rebecca Koh

September 15th, 2011 at 1:28 am    


Congratulations to you and Dan, once again!!!

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