Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Shopping Made Easy...Virtually

Note: This is NOT a paid post.

For the older generation, confinement literally meant being confined at home and somewhat cutoff from the outside world.

Confinement for the Gen Y is a whole different story. Although most are still confined at home but they are no way cut off from the outside world. With the internet, anything is possible.

Over the past 2 months (last few weeks of pregnancy + confinement), I went shopping like nobody's business. Online shopping, that is.

A few weeks before I delivered Razeen, I was already surfing around for Hari Raya clothes for myself (the boys' clothes were settled much earlier...conventionally). Since I had a huge belly that time, it was difficult to estimate what size I would be wearing during Hari Raya. Not to put my hopes up too high, I bought size M. It wouldn't be good for my self esteem if I couldn't fit in the smaller size. I made sure I bought clothes that I can return/exchange for free...just in case.

2 weeks after I had Razeen, I tried them on. Waddaya know, M was too big for me *happy dance* So I returned them for a smaller size. You girls would know that feeling, right? :)

I also bought a piece from a designer's ready to wear collection in size S. It didn't fit me nicely though but my self esteem was in tact. That's because the skirt fits just nice however I couldn't button up the kebaya top properly...particularly at the chest. Ah, my milkshakes are to be blamed. RETURNED.

I also explored online businesses on Instagram and got myself some good deals from trustworthy sellers. All I did was search for hashtags like #SayaJualBarangBaby and I'm furnished with so many choices.

Besides Instagram, I also explored some web portals and blogs to fuel my need to shop. (I don't know what got into me. I think it's a post pregnancy thing.)

I must've transferred money from my account too often that one day I got a call from Maybank to verify that I actually did the transaction. Haha!

Most recently I began exploring online grocery shopping. Mer once asked if I would consider shopping for groceries online and I said I wouldn't. Reason being, sometimes I need to feel and choose what I'm buying.

But one thing that led me to try online grocery shopping was this...

I've been longing to have this but it wasn't available every time Mer or my mom went to the hypermarket. Did you know Raees and I can finish up this whole packet in one day? That's how much we like it.

Plus, there's nothing to munch at home. For many days I opened the kitchen cupboard looking for something to snack on but ended up disappointed. (Hey, a breastfeeding mom needs 2500 calories a day ok.)

I went to Tesco's eShop and found the stuff I want in the list. Apa lagi..stock up lah!

But they charge for delivery between RM8-10, depending on the time slot you choose. I chose for them to deliver between 6-8pm the next day. Then I thought, why buy so little when they charge the same rate no matter how much you buy?

So I decided to stock up on things that I personally like and hope it's sufficient for a few weeks' supply.

They deliver in a refrigerated/freezer truck. I thought might as well get my money's worth and utilise their facility (I'm can be calculative like that). So I got ice creams for Raees and myself (as a reward after I'm done with confinement).

Here's the stash of yummy goodies purchased from my first online grocery shopping experience.

Besides that, I also got some necessities for Razeen - diapers and soap.

Online grocery shopping has its pros and cons. It's convenient, of course. But I faced some problems along the way.

1. Punctuality and sense of direction

So I booked a delivery slot between 6-8pm. By 9.30pm there was still no news. I decided to call Tesco customer service. The person who attended to my call said he will check on it for me and call me back.

As soon as I hung up, I received a call from the delivery person. Apparently he was lost and had about 5 other deliveries before that (from what I gather he was lost searching for some of those places too). But he found a landmark to my house already (which is just a few hundred meters away). So I was expecting him to reach within 5 minutes tops (that's the duration it takes to walk to my house from that landmark).

An hour later, he called again. He's lost, again. Apparently the guards at my area pointed him to the wrong direction. Gave him the correct directions and within 10 minutes he was at my doorstep. Time was 10.30pm.

I'd imagine a delivery person should have a reliable reference since it's their nature of job to search for addresses. Waze would've saved him a lot of trouble and time.

2. Substitutions

When I made my order online, there was a disclaimer that says they might substitute my order with some other product if the item is unavailable.

Razeen's diaper was at critical level. Only 2 pieces left at home. That definitely wouldn't last the night. I thought it was timely that I made this order.

However the particular type I order (which costs RM29 for 64 pieces of diaper) is unavailable and they substitute it with another type of the same brand that costs RM23.10 for 24 pieces! They suggested that I take 2 packs.

Erm, that's double the price from what I initially budgeted ! Since Razeen poopoos so often and requires a change every few hours, I didn't see the need to get a premium level diaper. An ordinary one that does it's job to catch the poopoo is more than enough.

But since I was desperate for diapers and it was late at night already, I decided to take just one pack of that expensive premium kind (when product substitutions are made, they don't force you to take it. We have an option to reject and they wouldn't charge for them).

I also ordered chocolate digestive biscuit bars but was substituted with chocolate wafers. Another ice cream I ordered was not available and they didn't include or charge me for it.

Those are snacks so it didn't really affect me. But necessities like Razeen's diaper really caught me off guard.

Lesson learned: if you're desperate for an item, get it yourself from the shop coz you don't necessarily get it when you buy online.

3. Payment

There's only one method of payment option given to me after I made my order online, which is payment by credit/debit card at the door upon delivery. Cash wasn't an option, they stated.

So I got my credit card ready. Then Pak Cik delivery said,"Sorry the machine is broken. Do you have cash?"

Whaaaat? And they said cash wasn't an option!

I was caught off guard again. I didn't prepare any cash. I'm in confinement, I don't go to the ATM. That's why I've been paying for things via online transfer/credit card/store credit.

The Pak Cik delivery said,"if you can't pay today, I have to come back here tomorrow. It's actually quite far for me. I came from Mont Kiara."

Deep inside I thought,"It's not my problem that the machine is broken."

But it is Ramadan after all. He also looked exhausted after a whole night of going around getting lost and, in his words,"tak sempat berbuka lagi."

Kesian jugak la this elderly man. So, I didn't take out the steering lock. Instead I usahakan jugak to get the cash.

Mer didn't have enough cash with him at that moment. So I had to ask others in the house if they had cash I could borrow. In the end it was my mom to the rescue. *sigh* I shall pay her back via online transfer.

But the night ended on a high note after all. He handed me the receipt as I needed to confirm the items and amount. I was about to return it back to him and when he said,"Tak apa. Copy tu untuk puan...eh, cik."


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Friday, July 18, 2014

The First Month

Condolence to the family and friends of the passengers and crew members of MH17. It's difficult to digest that such tragedy could happen furthermore to our national airline yet again, after all its been through.

Dear Razeen,

You are a month young today! It feels like just yesterday you were brought into this world. You're growing up too fast *sob*

Although you're always vomiting (on me, on the bed, on your clothes, everywhere-lah), I'm glad you are gaining weight quite well. Last I checked, you've gained more than 1kg already !Your cheeks look chubbier too, which make them quite pinchable. In fact Abang Raees also finds them irresistible.

Mommy's glad your Abang and you are getting along very well. Although sometimes you get annoyed with his endless kisses.

I guess he's just glad you're finally here. Being the only child for almost 5 years must've been quite boring for him.

You also have quite an appetite, huh? Ah well, that's what this first few months all about..susu anytime anywhere. But what I'm concerned about is when I get back to work.

Mommy thought of taking additional days off after maternity leave to spend more time with you and have a smoother transition when returning to work. But looks like work is already waiting for mommy. As soon as maternity leave ends, I'm all set to go out shooting again. It's one of those I-don't-have-much-choice situation. I hope you understand, Razeen.

Sorry dear, although you're dressed the part, you can't follow mommy to work.

But fret not coz over the last 3 weeks, I've been stocking up milk for you. Lucky you coz I've had experience with your brother. Now the stored milk is taking up so much space in the freezer already. It's probably 2-weeks worth of supply. So if I ever need to go out station anytime soon, there's sufficient mommy's milk for you already.

As you may have noticed, I've been pumping while you feed on the other side. In one day I'm able to get between 12-20 oz of mommy's milk pumped. Yay for mommy! :)

I keep the milk in storage bags between 4-5 oz each. I assume is the amount of milk you consume in one serving.

What mommy likes about breastfeeding besides the bonding experience is the fact that I don't need to work out to lose weight. That's because breastfeeding is equivalent to about 1.5 hours of aerobic workout ;)

Did you know I gained 20kg when I was carrying you? Today, 1 month after giving birth to you, I went on the scale for the first time. I liked what I saw. I've shed over 15kg already. Yahoo! The more I breastfeed/pump, the more calories I burn, the more weight I lose.

So that's the 'report' for the first month. Who knows that next month's progress will be like? I have yet to introduce the bottle to you. That would definitely be next month's milestone. Will I reach my pre pregnancy weight? Will there be a new freezer in the kitchen to store all of mommy's milk? How will I prepare to go back go work?

We'll just have to wait and see.


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Monday, July 14, 2014

Confinement Chronicles

I know some people dread the confinement period. As for me, it feels like time is swooshing by and before I know it, it's close to a month already!

The only thing I don't like about confinement is I have to keep away from ice creams and cold drinks. With the weather nowadays, it's quite a challenge for me. Plus, I LOVE ice creams!

This photo taken just days before I went into labour. Last kopek!

So what do I do during confinement? Well, not much difference than previously. My mom takes care of me everyday by putting on the traditional corset with lime juice and limestone paste spread on my tummy.

She is always on a look out whenever I do things that are frowned upon during confinement e.g not wearing socks (and stepping on tiles), walking too much, sitting inappropriately etc.

Once in a while I go to Taman Tun (the very neighbourhood where I grew up) for my massage sessions with former neighbour Mak Cik Peah (Mer refers to her as MCP for short). She was also my massage lady back when I just had Raees.

Razeen tags along of course. A good reason to get out of the house! Here he's seen with MCP while she helps him burp.

Most of the time when I'm at home, I attend to Razeen. I feed him while pumping on the other side (by far the best way to stock up EBM as letdown happens more often - will write more about this soon).

I bathe him.

I change his diapers roughly every 3 hours (he poo-poos almost after every feed).

I burp him (he gets bloated easily and often vomits).

If he doesn't fall asleep at the boob, I dodoi him.

I treasure this moment as I get to spend quality time exclusive for Razeen 24/7. It wouldn't be long til maternity leave ends :(

Raees was a cryer back then and I remember struggling to get him to stop crying in the middle of the night. My mom would usually come to the rescue.

With Razeen, I would say I'm more independent (read: experienced). I'm able to handle him even without extra hands.

Now I spend confinement in the guest room and other people in the house get their undisturbed beauty sleep. Razeen doesn't cry as much though (phew!) although at times he's on a different time zone.

In short, Razeen is much easier to take care as compared to Raees when he was a newborn. Then again, maybe it's the experience that plays a major role.

So that's pretty much how I spend my confinement. Some days I get to sleep at night. Some days not so lucky. Whatever it is, I cherish each and every minute I spend with my new baby boy :)

Uh yeah, timing is perfect too. Day 40 of my confinement falls on the last day of Ramadan. That means our little family can go raya sakan this year (although Mer's the only one fasting but hey, just enjoy the festive season).

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Wednesday, July 02, 2014

Two Nights Of Separation

On the second day at the hospital, Razeen's bilirubin level was at borderline. The doctor's advise was to put him under the light. Thus staying an additional day at the hospital.

I remember how I broke down when we had to extend a third day at the hospital because Raees' jaundice. We ended up with home phototherapy and everyone was happy.

That's why this time with Razeen we decided if he has jaundice, we're going home anyway. And home phototherapy was our option.

Since his bilirubin reading was borderline, we followed the elders' recommendation which is to let him sunbathe instead of renting the home phototherapy machine (and save some $$$).

We brought Razeen for a follow up at Ara Damansara Medical Center when he was 6 days old. Oh boy, the bilirubin level didn't go down one bit. In fact it spiked...close to being 'very high'.

The doctor wrote a note to get Razeen admitted to SJMC ASAP for phototherapy. So we drove straight there and on the way I was considering my options: should I admit myself there to keep him company and breastfeed directly OR should I stay home and pass the nurses the EBM I have stored?

I was weighing the options and truthfully (although I hate to admit it) I was more incline towards leaving Razeen there with my EBM. It wasn't just the financial aspect that but I thought it was a chance to let my nipples heal (at that point I was still screaming during each latch).

So while I got Razeen admitted, Mer went home to get his EBM supply. Truth be told, that time I was still wondering if I made the right decision.

So my post natal blues hit me as I watched the nurses prepare Razeen for phototherapy. He was crying nonstop. And I tried so hard to control my tears too. I have this I-am-a-bad-mother feeling all around.

One of the nurses was saying,"it's normal for babies to cry a lot within the first few hours. It's because they're separated from the mother whom they have a very strong bond with."

OK..that didn't make me feel any better.

So we left 5 packs of frozen EBM about 4-5 oz each. They were supposedly able to last until the next afternoon. I was also hoping that Razeen could go home the next day.

Think I could get more sleep with no baby around? Think again. I set the alarm to go off every 2-3 hours as I needed to pump. Unlike when Razeen's around, I could just feed him while lying on the bed.

The next day came and Razeen's bilirubin level was much lower but still not low enough. So he had to stay another night in the hospital.

I went there in the afternoon bring 5-6 more packs of EBM (again 4-5 oz each) and breastfed Razeen. The post natal blues came crushing back as I held him in my arms and I apologised to him for leaving him alone.

I came back at night to breastfeed him again which made me feel better.

According to one of the nurses, among all babies in the phototherapy room, Razeen demands for milk the most. He's hungry every 2 hours and drinks about 3 oz at a time. Heavy drinker, this boy.

The next day was good news all around. Razeen's allowed home! Annnnd...my nipples healed! Well although not 100% but it was good enough to stop me from screaming :)

So that's how I overcame the cracked/sore nipples. A common problem amongst nursing mothers and I'm glad I'm able to get pass this stage. Let's just hope it doesn't recur!

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Monday, June 30, 2014

And A New Journey Begins

Salam Ramadan to all Muslim readers. This is the second consecutive time I'm in confinement during fasting month. Gonna be a challenge to replace them all!

Baby Razeen is lucky coz I learned a lot about breastfeeding from my experience with Raees. I expected a smooth sailing journey this time...but it didn't exactly go as problem-free as I had thought.

Soon after little Razeen was born, the nurse took him out from the labour room to take his measurements, weight etc. and then brought him back in to show him to me. Although the doctor was still stitching me up, I asked the nurse,"Can I breastfeed him now?

I kid you not.

I didn't even think how I was gonna do that while lying down. The nurse gracefully replied,"after this ya.."

When all labour related procedures were done, I was being put under observation in the labour room. On the very same bed Razeen was born, the nurse brought him to me to initiate breastfeeding.

It took about 20 mins for Razeen to attempt latching. Around 2.25am, 53 minutes after he was born, bingo! He did it :) Successfully breast fed him within the first hour. He was latched on both sides for a whopping 1.5 hours.

However I didn't notice he was latched on incorrectly on my left side. I only realised when it felt sore after that.

Based on Raees' delivery with the help of pain relief, I was expecting to face the same side effects which is low blood pressure. However during the 1.5 hours I was breastfeeding Razeen, I felt fine. I thought probably this time my body reacted differently to epi.

As soon as I was done breastfeeding, almost immediately I felt light headed, ringing in the ears, almost fainting...all symptoms associated with low blood pressure. Amazing how breastfeeding pauses the on set of low BP.

Breastfeeding Razeen went smoothly except the part where my nipples were sore and cracked probably due to more improper latching. It reached a point where I scream in pain each time Razeen latched.

I even considered using nipple shields to help ease the pain while my nipples heal. Although some studies show that using shields might affect milk production, at that moment of desperation I thought that was my only choice. But somehow I ended up not getting nipple shields after all and bear with the pain anyway.

How my nipples eventually healed? Here's how..

Almost 48 hours after I delivered Razeen, my boobs started to feel quite full.

On day 3 and 4, they were uncomfortably engorged. I thought of pumping out milk to lighten the load but I was somewhat afraid to try the Freestyle thinking it will continue to hurt my wounded nipples.

But with my breasts engorged, it made latching more difficult. More pain too.

Day 5 came and I decided to give my new breast pump a go. While Razeen was feeding on the less wounded side, I pumped the other one.

Waddaya know..I didn't feel any pain at all! This was what I got on my first session.

So I decided on that approach - pump on one side while Razeen latches on the other...and apply nursing butter often to help them heal.

I stored the milk in packs of approximately 4-5 oz each. Within 2 days I managed to get more than 20oz.

Lucky thing I started pumping and storing early because the expressed breast milk (EBM) were being used earlier than expected and the breast pump then became my new best friend.

(To be continued...)

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Friday, June 20, 2014

The Real Thing

Dear baby,
"By the time you read this, I could be ready to push or have delivered already.

*schedules post* "

Remember that? Well soon after I posted that entry, it was as if you said, "Gotcha mommy!"

Well well...you're quite cheeky aren't you? That's why when you actually were ready to come out, I kept it low key that time...hoping it wasn't another false alarm from you.

So here was how it went..

The other day (17 June 2014 to be exact) I was awoken by your brother with his hand at my face and his leg resting on my back. It was close to 4am when I felt something familiar at my abdomen. I though to myself,"Was that a contraction or was it another false alarm?"

The doctor said the signs of labour are:

1. Water brakes
2. Contraction every 10 mins that goes on for over an hour
3. Bleeding

So I timed the contractions using a cool mobile app.

So the contractions were consistent at about 6 minutes apart. I decided half an hour was enough to keep track of them and got myself ready. In the toilet, you gave me another sign! I was bleeding...a sure sign that it was the real thing.

The contractions were less painful when I was up and about as compared to laying down. So while I still can, I got my hair washed and blow dried in that early morning (hey, mommy wants to look nice too even if I was going into labour).

Mommy woke daddy up and said these 2 words,"It's time." He didn't seem too surprised. The reaction has mellowed down thanks to the previous week's false alarm.

We were out of the house around 5.40am. Stopped by McD for their breakfast (which starts at 6am at the Petronas NKVE outlet, not 4am as I initially thought).

Mommy had one of the McMuffin with orange juice (last kopek before confinement starts!). Finished off breakfast while we were on the way to the hospital and I was up at the labour room by 6.30am.

As usual (macam lah selalu sangat) the nurses monitored the contractions and your heart rate for half an hour, then checked the dilation. I was about 2 cm dilated. Woohoo! That's double the progress compared to the false alarm the week before.

So they informed the doctor and he came to check on mommy around 8am. Confirmed that I was actually in labour, he said he will check on my progress again in the afternoon.

So yay! No need to be induce. By this day you were already 4 days overdue anyway.

The contractions were bearable. Not too intense. In fact they remained at about 5 minutes apart until the doctor checked on me again at about 2.30pm.

If you do your math, it was already about 10.5 hours since I felt the first contraction. Dilation check revealed it was still at 2 cm. Oh bummer...it was gonna be a very slow labour. So the doctor decided to put me on drip. Yes, again. This supposedly helps create stronger contractions so it doesn't take too long for you to come out.

So this time the drip actually worked on mommy. I felt the contractions getting more intense. They were about 2-3 minutes apart. By 7pm, they were really strong. Dilation check: 4 cm. Yahoo! Progressing well although still quite slow for someone on drip.

But mommy was feeling a lot of pain already. In fact I couldn't even speak when the contractions hit.

Mommy did what many women around the world have done: took the pain relief medication.

For someone whose body is slow in labour, to whoever created the epi, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.

The doctor predicted you will be born before midnight. So mommy took the opportunity to get some sleep after a long day (and it was not over yet!)

It was already midnight when the doctor came to check on mommy again...7cm now! He broke the water bag and waited around until about 1.25am to come check on mommy's progress. 10cm!! And you are ready to come out.

You know, mommy spent an hour pushing your big brother but he wouldn't come out because he was facing upwards. In the end he had to be assisted with the vacuum.

So mommy was ready for any possibilities with you. Mommy started pushing with the support from the cheerleaders..err I mean the nurses. Don't worry..daddy was around to witness your birth. He caught it on camera :)

So the first push..

Nurses: Yes that's right! Long push! Long push!

Mommy was out of breath. Took a quick breath and then the second push..

Nurses: Lagi! Lagi! Yes..good job! Yes!

Third long push and a shorter fourth push later...you came out with a loud cry. "That was quick!" I thought to myself.

Alhamdulillah..that was all I could say over and over again when I saw you for the first time while crying so loud.

Turns out I had more to be thankful for. There was a knot on your umbilical cord. If it ever got any tighter...I dread to think of the consequences. I heard the doctor say "this baby is very lucky" at least 2-3 times.

Alhamdulillah...Allah kept you safe in my belly and born a healthy baby.

Welcome to the world, Razeen Ayman.


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Tuesday, June 10, 2014

The Drip, Contractions And...The Baby?

No two pregnancies are the same. That has never been so true.

When the doctor decided to put me on 'turbo mode' drip last night, he said,"with this you might deliver your baby around 6-7am tomorrow."

I couldn't sleep because of the anticipation. But my contractions didn't get any more intense. In fact I didn't feel much pain. I thought I had a special gift of withstanding pain. Haha!

At 6am, the nurse checked and found out I was not dilating much. Hardly progressed to be exact, even with increased dosage of the drip. I thought,"Man, my cervix is stubborn."

Fast forward...It's been more than 24 hours since I was admitted. I do feel the contractions, about 3 minutes apart. But they are bearable so no need for pain management so far.

But there's hardly any dilation. Doctor has decided to take me off the drip because he feels it might not be time yet. Baby's not ready to come out.

So that water trickling was false alarm?? I was made to stick around in the labour room for 24 hours with this drip attached to my hand and go through contractions...and baby wants to stay inside, still?

Oh little one, you're just like your brother. Just a bit more drama :)

So another night at the hospital for observation and if the little one still decides to stay cosily in there, I should be able to go home in the morning.

This is getting interesting...

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My Water Broke

I've always been on a lookout for signs of labour as I'm closing in on the due date. Somehow last Sunday I woke up with this feeling that says,"today could be the day." Some call it maternal instinct.

Probably it's because of the increased discomfort I felt as the baby is positioned very low and is getting heavier by the day.

It was an ordinary weekend. At about 7pm, after one of the many trips to the toilet, I felt something. It was similar to the start of the month's period. It felt wet down there. Totally out of my control.

I was trickling amniotic fluid!

"Oh boy, oh boy, what do I do now?" I thought to myself but kept myself calm the whole time. I put on a sanitary pad and began packing the remaining necessities in the hospital bag.

Note that I didn't feel any pain and the trickling stopped.

Soon Mer got into the room and I kept my cool. I wanted to record the look on his face when I break the news to him. Being camera shy, he covered his face and demanded to know why I'm suddenly putting him in the spotlight. I said,"if I tell you will you stop covering your face?"

He nodded and I went on to say,"what if I told you my water broke?"

"Huh? Are you sure? (Looking at my crotch) Don't joke around with this." He replied.

"Yes, it's true." I said as I took the pillow away from his face and told him what happened.

Thanks to Google, I learnt this:

If all is well, and you're at least 37 weeks pregnant when your waters break, you have a choice.

You can:

- have your labour induced as soon as it can be arranged

- wait for 24 hours to see if you go into labour without induction

- wait and see beyond 24 hours, though this risks infection tracking up your vagina into your uterus

So we decided there's no need to rush to the hospital in the middle of the night. With no contraction and no more trickling, I thought the hospital visit can wait til the next morning.

At the same time I pray that labour will occur naturally within 24 hours coz I don't wanna be induced again!

The next day I left home around 1.40pm as I had a few stops before heading to the hospital. Sent Raees to school first then I stopped by my office. My boss needed to see me urgently on some matter before I go on my long leave. Haha..seriously!

That's the back door to my office by the way.

Spent half an hour there before I finally went to the hospital.

Went straight to the delivery suite where I was put under observation for half an hour.

Although I didn't feel any pain, the monitor shows that I was having contractions already. Woohoo!

So there's no need to induce. Yay me!

I wasn't dilating much. Not even 1cm yet. So the doctor came to check on me and decided that I admit today.

They administered enema to clear my bowel, which supposedly helps with labour. I remember having gone through this before I was induced last time. The nurse was quite rough. The experience wasn't very pleasant.

I was preparing for the same discomfort. But good thing this time my nurse is super gentle. The whole experience (even dilation check) was not as 'traumatising'.

One difference with this experience is, I'm more independent. I could handle things on my own while in the labour room. Mer stuck around for just about 45 mins before he had to leave to fetch Raees at school and bring him back home. He will be back here at night to accompany me.

So here I am, writing about my experience so far (while it's still fresh in my mind) at the early stage of labour, while having dinner..

Uh, dinner's getting cold. I'll continue later...

---- 8.30 PM ----

I finally felt the contractions but very mild. They are about 15-20 minutes apart. The doctor just came to check on me and suggests that I'll be put on drip to speed up labour. If I leave it this way, I might not even deliver the baby tomorrow, he says.

So now I'm waiting for the nurses to hook me up to the drip. I'm still alone. Mer is doing his daddy duties. He'll only he here after Raees is asleep. Such an angel, kan? :)

By the time you read this, I could be ready to push or have delivered already.

Praying that everything goes well. Can't wait to meet my new bundle of joy :)

"La ilaha illa anta, Subhanaka inni, Kuntu minaz zolimin."

*schedules post*

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