7 August 2019, by E-van and Terry
What was it like to give birth?
Here’s the full story.
I was induced and went into labour at 10pm on 24 July.
It was at 12 noon the next day when I finally reached active labour and started experiencing strong contractions. INTENSE contractions which I can only describe as menstrual cramps plus shooting pains to my back.
I’ve been in labour for 14 hours by then but was only 4cm dilated. 😔 I was exhausted…
When I requested for laughing gas to ease the pain, it made me so happy! Literally!
I also managed to put on makeup before the intense contractions began. What, I can’t look pretty giving birth? 😂
Being in labour for 14 hours (and counting) was putting little R in distress, causing his heartbeat to dip each time I had a contraction.
According to the doctor, smaller babies tend to not take labour very well. Terry even observed that the baby’s heartbeat would sometimes go offline whenever I had a contraction.
The doctors grew concerned and suggested an emergency cesarean section. As much as I wanted to experience natural childbirth, the contractions were getting too much at this point and, of course, my baby’s life is more important than anything else.
So we went straight into the operating theatre. Terry was seen crying right before I entered the room because he witnessed all 14 hours of pain I persisted through – I had insisted on breaking my water bag before getting the epidural and it was one of the most painful things I’ve experienced; checking of dilation was also much more painful than the contractions.
The operating room was bright, white and not at all cold as the room was set to an ideal temperature for babies to feel a little more comfortable when they enter the world.
Before I knew it, i was being operated on.
I was numb from chest down and, although there was a “curtain” placed right above my chest, I could see my own reflection and the surgery procedure from the operating lights above.
This is gonna get too TMI (reader discretion is advised), but I watched them slice me open layer by layer. I could look away but I’m kaypo (busybody) like that. Having been trained by my workplace (HHN – Halloween Horror Nights), watching my own surgery with my stomach being pried open doesn’t faze me at all. 😂 After a while, I got bored looking at so much blood.
Soon, the attending nurse said, “Congratulations! The baby has arrived!”
Within seconds, I heard a cry. Not too loud, not too aggressive nor angry. More like an angel being woken up. Clearly I’m just biased!
My baby’s first cry was lovely and it made me cry profusely. He was brought to my side where the nurse confirmed with me, “Ten fingers, ten toes, no birthmarks, ok!”
We didn’t manage to do immediate skin-to-skin because he was such a lightweight champion, the nurses had to put him under the warmer as soon as possible.
My surgery has come to an end. I became flooded with emotions and started crying again. I missed my husband Terry(bly)! Why isn’t he here? Why was the surgery taking so long?
We’ve experienced everything together but he couldn’t be in the room with me for this emergency C-section. Husbands are only allowed in a C-section surgery if it was a scheduled one.
I couldn’t stop crying even when I was being wheeled out. The nurses asked why I was crying and I told them the reason. Immediately, they gave my husband a call so I could talk to him.
I still had to stay in the recovery room for an hour before I could see my husband and my baby. It felt like forever.
All I could think right there and then was, “Did I just gave birth? Like, FOR REAL?”
We are now back home and doing everything ourselves. No confinement nanny, no helper.
We’ve already learnt so much this first week postpartum. Our hearts are bursting with love and we cried tears of joy as we look at our new best friend.
We are about to experience childhood all over again, this time together and from a very different perspective.
Here’s to parenthood! We are now happy parents of a handsome little man, Raphael Elliot Wee, born on 25 July 2019.