The One About Inori

I woke up at about 6.45am on Wednesday with stronger contractions that actually caused me some pain. I thought… “Oh no….. is this it?”

I hopped into the tub and took a NICE LONG warm shower and shampooed my hair. All the while thinking if this is the real thing.

When I stepped out of the shower, I KNEW it was the real thing as the contractions came stronger and nearer! In just a few minutes it progressed! I woke Nad and told him that we have to go. To that he replied, “I will never believe you again!” (Keep his reply in mind. I will explain later!- Maybe in another post.)

Thank God Nad was off work. Otherwise, if he had gone to work, he’ll not make it in time to rush back to fetch me to the hospital!

I called the hospital and they told me to come in immediately. The midwife could time my contractions over the phone and said that it sounds like it’s time.

I got dressed and packed my knitting. Realised that I was about to finish that ball of wool for Nad’s sweater, I quickly went and grabbed another ball from the stash. Hahahaha. Wonders a knitter can do even when experiencing contractions!

By the time we got everything ready (fed Sunshine her milk, packed fruits for her, packed her toys, get dressed etc…) and pulled out of the driveway, it was about 7.45am thereabouts. Nad checked the thermometer and it showed that it was 15 degrees Celsius.

Uh huh..I know what you are thinking. MORNING TRAFFIC!!!!!!!!!

Nad was cool and calm like a cucumber – thank God for that. I was praying to God and asked Him to help me cope with the pain.

I focused only on two things. The many many many many cars on the road, and breathing through the contractions.

At about 8.15, my waters broke. I was sitting on towels. So our car is dry.

When we finally reached the hospital, I told Nad to get a wheelchair for me. But then I decided to hop out and walked to the front desk.

“Can I help you?”

“I came to give birth.”

Lol. I couldn’t walk a step further and asked for a wheelchair. And horror of horrors, they couldn’t find any!

When they finally did, one of the midwives said that she had paged for an orderly to bring me up to the Maternal Fetal Assessment Unit. BUT HE WAS TAKING A LONG TIME!!!!

Oh gosh. I told her that I wanted Epidural. Please. The pain. THE PAIIIINNNNN… WHY did I agree to do this again?

We went up in the lift (like after what seemed an eternity) and then through to MFAU.

A cheerful midwife greeted me there, “Hi Jolene!!!”…… (saw me in pain)….”Oh no…… let’s get you to the delivery ward straight away.”

So I was wheeled through the corridors and into the delivery ward with Nad carrying Sunshine right behind us.

They wanted to push me into one of the rooms but someone said, “No no, give her the big room.” And in my mind I was thinking, “No no, give me ANY room. BUT GIVE ME THE DRUGGGSSSS.”

As we went into the room, they told me to go onto the bed when my contractions had subsided. I got out of the chair, stripped off my amniotic fluid soaked pants (sorry) and my jacket and my shirt and climbed onto the bed while they draped a gown over me. I clutched onto the foot of the bed (it had metal rails) and started to grunt/shout through the next contraction while in a kneeling position. OWW…..

They checked me and our little boy was already crowning! No wonder I was in so much pain!

I felt like I had not shat for 10 years and 10 years worth of poop was trying to make its way out of my body. I bore down with every contraction I felt and I didn’t care if real poop accidentally slipped out (none did, thank God). I pushed SO HARD.

To cut the short labour even shorter, Chubbs was born with me in the kneeling position and with Nad and Sunshine watching from the side of the bed, less than 20 minutes after we arrived in the hospital. He was born shortly before 9am. No epidural because it all happened too fast.

And it’s worth it.

My little family. Sunshine was very calm and cool too!

They had to stitch me up as I had a tear. And oh gosh…. the stitching was equally bad as the childbirth itself! The doctor did give me local anesthetic but some parts were extremely tender. If not for the stirrups holding my legs up as well as in place, I fear that the doctor might have been kicked in her head.

He resembles Sunshine so much when she was a newborn.

And boy… he is a HUNGRY HUNGRY baby. Which is good!

He weighed 3.15kg at birth and 51cm long. He’s such a good boy and I feel sooooo blessed to have 2 well behaved bubs.

We stayed one night in the hospital (I love hospital food!) and came home yesterday. My mummy is here to help and I feel so blessed for that too. I only just managed to sleep for 2 hours straight this afternoon while he slept as he’s always been waking for feeds every hour and feeding at my breast for up to 2 hours! The breastmilk only came in this morning so I had been topping up his feeds with formula milk before.

Everything is fine, we are all healthy (albeit very exhausted) and happy.

Hello everyone, my name is Chubbs and God loves me.