The Start
The past year whizzed past and for quite a while, life was a blur. In a flash, I am into the 36 weeks of pregnancy. When we started this journey, we hoped to hit bulleye for a Jan 2013 dragon baby. Alas, God had other plans. He decided to give Dylan a present; a little brother whom may potentially share the same birthday as him on 12 March. As my EDD was on 19 March 2013, the gynae suggested csec on 6 March(38 weeks). After some pleading, he agreed to carry out the surgery on 12 March(39 weeks). However, there was a turn of event after my strep B result turned out to be positive and I am allergic to antibiotics the bacteria is sensitive to, so the final date is now 5 March as a result of medical decision. Whatever delivers the baby into my arms safely has to be the right decision, right?
The Doctor
Prior to the pregnancy, I was intending to go for a check up due to painful, irregular periods. Perhaps God intervened, I chanced upon Dr Ho HK’s profile from Mount Alvernia while surfing. So when we were caught offguard by the pregnancy, we naturally headed to him. I had every intent to prevent the previous delivery trama from repeating again. Being a quirky doctor bent on maintaining his good record, he has MANY “strict rules” which really frustrates me! Still, I look at him in the eye and tell him I am sitting in front of him because I trust him. I just hope he can uphold his “no pain doctor” reputation with me. It’s really painful on the pocket to output a premium for him. When I told him I am jittery about the impending surgery, he replied his role is about giving me a wonderful birthing experience. I am the star that day and I call the shots. He says he will give me fond memories of it for years to come. So far, he has taken excellent care of me. I had threatened miscarriaged in my first trimester. When I was warded and finally refused progresterone jabs due to bruises, he whipped up progresterone cream! I had that experience of going home alone empty handed and not being able to hold your newborn for the first time for at least 5 days. It triggered prenatal blues. Fear prevented me from making the right decision the first time. I can’t contain the fear very well again but I hope by 5 March, I’ll be brave enough to just go ahead.
The Pregnancy
Being pregnant at 27 and 30 makes whole loads of difference. At 27, I felt like a dragon flying in the air till I deliver. At 30, I felt like an earthworm moving in thick soil conditions. Energy level was that vastly different! The symptons experience are of different opposite. With #1, I had such terrible morning sickness in the 1st trimester. But with #2, it was manageable although I was nauseus. With #1, I couldn’t stand the whiff of fish till I was 5 months pregnant but with #2, I love eating fish so much! I did some swimming with #1 so I was probably more mobile. With #2, my body aches and there was this sharp shooting pain around the lower pelvic region when I walk in the later stage. The water retention was so bad my hands would swell and my palm would be aching for a day. For some reason, I couldn’t eat and sleep as well when expecting #2. One positive note on #2, I did not have PUPPP. So there is some hope for PUPPP sufferers for their second pregnancy!
The People
Family, they made it possible for this journey to come so far. At 8 weeks, I moved back to mum’s house after discharging from hospital. Never thought handling a difficult pregnancy and toddler will be so hard. I couldn’t do anything except to lie down all day. I reached breaking point and gave up but my mum pulled me up and say she will support and help. She did it until I was back to my own 2 feet at about 15 weeks. Now later in my pregnancy, she assumed the role again. My dad took care of the dogs and helped in entertaining Dylan. Boise was in a pretty bad state earlier this year and was prescribed a lot of medicines to apply. Thankfully my dad did it faithfully and he looks a lot better now. MIL ferried and accompanied Dyl for his enrichment class. The husband..let’s just say he didn’t know what to do with difficult Dylan and emotional wife. He stopped his hobby for a few weeks and took on more responsibilities with Dylan. Right now, Dylan doesn’t want Daddy and Daddy don’t know how to handle him as well. Hopefully we can take things in its stride when the day come.