Monday, October 29, 2012

New Look

Ok I think I’m done revamping my blog. New name, new title, new address and hopefully fresh new ideas. So what’s the story??

I bought these 3 beauties finally. Been eyeing the set for so long now. Thanks Popular for giving out 20% off for cardmembers. I just grabbed it without thinking twice. Bahhh! And I’ve just started on the first book last week. So far so good. It’s a lot interesting than the movie itself. A lot of details being told about how district 12 looks like and why is Katniss the backbone of the family. Only manage to read it until page 93 though. Then I’ve to put it down because Z-kun hates it if the focus is not on him. Hahaha… such an angel. So I can’t comment further as for now. Once I’m done with it I’ll write an honest review I swear.

Anyway, our house renovation starts today. The guy came to our house exactly at 8am. Very discipline I tell you. Hope all is well. *crossed fingers*

As for the plaster ceiling contractor, I’d say he is such a big disappointment. He promised he’ll come at 8.30 but it was a no show. When hunny called him, he said he’ll come tomorrow. If it’s a bloody no show again, we’ll fire him and find someone else. I can’t tolerate a liar.

Ok that’s all for today I guess. I’m just killing my time before I can go home. Today is really gloomy and not many people actually come to the office. Most of them are either working from home or just finishing up their leaves. Sobss… mine only left with one day. Super sobssss!

Tiny steps

Let me jot this down before I forget. Finally yesterday Z-kun gathered all his confidence and WALK!! Oh we are so proud of youuuuuuuuu. You were all laughing and giggling while stepping very wobbly. Another week till you become 14 months, darling. Again.. we are sooooo proud of you!

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Jap jap

Before i go to sleep, i think i better tell you this. I dont understand why z-kun hates the blanket so much? No matter how cold the room can be, he will still rejects the blanket. Even when we were in Dublin the other day!! Unbelievable right. Dublin is really cold at night. Even in summer. And just now my nose is blocked by the coldness of the AC and i thought he would feel the same too. So i pull the blankie and covered us both. And guess what? He kicked the blankie off n continued sleeping. I'm so confused! Kulit apekah ini. Huhuhu...

Fruitful saturday

I've just installed the apps for blogging on my phone. Easy peasy. The only prob is my fingers seem to be soooo fat that resulted to load of typos here and there.

Ok on saturday we woke up very early. I was still in my dream when i heard a knocking sound. It took me a while to realize that it was not a dream. When i finally did, i quickly opened my eyes and Z-kun was not at his place. Panic alert!! To be honest i nearly shouted hysterically. Then i saw him smiling at me while his chubby little fingers knocking on the bedroom door. From the inside of course. Phewww!! I nearly jumped out from my skin. How the hell did he go there, i really dont have a clue. But he didnt cry so i guess he climbed down himself carefully. Sobsob.. You are growing up fast, baby..

Ok then i cooked for lunch and them boys really loved the foods (at least i like to think that they love my cookng). Then off we go to my sis's house. We planned to bring izzah n z-kun to the pool. Boy, he looked so happy. He enjoyed being in the water. Oh i'm so proud of you!! We are planning to send you to the swimming class since you love the pool so much. A friend of mind told me that there is a swimming class at damansara perdana. Rm200 per month. Half an hour per week. So u do the math. I hope it's worth it.

Then we went to ayah&ibu's house. Had a great time there talking about beads, the football match n many stuffs. We headed home quite late but alhamdulillah everything is ok.

Now z-kun is sleeping beside me and therefore i took the time to try and update my blog.

That's all for today. Why do i feel like my story is soo mundane. Ha ha ha..

Thursday, October 18, 2012

oh me oh my!!

Well… well… well… seems weird to update this blog after the long hiatus. The intention is there, trust me. It’s just that the will isn’t. Plus I’m scared people will get so judgmental about what I wrote, hence the break from writing anything. But fret not. I will try to put it aside and start to write at least one entry per day. I’m pretty sure it’s going to be fun re-living my memories. <3 p="p">

So… what’s the story? Oh I think I owe myself the birth-story of Z-kun. Now… here it goes…

It started on the 7th of September 2011. Few days prior, I was beginning to feel the mild contractions. It was the Braxton Hicks I may say. Particularly in the morning and gone at noon. And started again around 4am the next morning. Since the interval was quite far, I couldn’t be bothered to time it. Still far – I thought to myself. Then on the 7th itself, I couldn’t feel any movement inside me. I was freaking out and quickly called Hunny to come home and quickly bring me to the hospital. And after sorting out few stuffs at home (hospital bags, cleaned up the house a bit etc2…), off we were to DEMC. Once I was there, the nurses asked us to straight away go to the labor room to do the CTG scan thingy and whatnot. When the midwife told us that the baby’s heartbeat is ok and everything was fine, we happily thought ‘oh great! Nothing to worry about. We can stop by McDonald and eat out dinner’. I was nearly ready to open the scanner’s strap when the midwife added ‘But you are 2cm dilated. I suggest that you stay here for the night. In case of anything’. I was dumbfounded. Off course I wasn’t ready. I’ve been telling myself everyday that the baby will only arrived in a week time (cause I haven’t had the episode of contractions and water-breaking drama. Silly me!). We discussed for a moment and Hunny succumbed to the midwife’s suggestion.

That night, Ibu&Ayah came to visit me. I wasn’t nervous at all. And I can still laugh when the graph spiked to 100-120 because I didn’t feel a thing. The next day, at 8am, the nurse came and asked me to go to the labor room again to check my cervix opening. It was only 3cm. My ObGyn came around 9am and asked whether she can break my waterbag to accelerate the birth. We agreed to it (a very wrong decision indeed!) and after a while, the pain came. It was excruciating. I kid u not. Like what you have heard before, it was like something big is gonna come out from your bottom. It was like I wanted to poop but I can’t for so many reasons. It was like your hip is crushed to the point that you can’t breath. Ok I can’t describe how painful it was. But trust me, very painful (with a capital P). :-p

My victim is of course my husband. I can only remember that I clawed his hand until he cringed in pain. Then I remember that I screamed at him to get the nurse and give me any form of pain relief eventhough at first we rejected all offerings for painkiller. Ha… Ha… (I laugh every time I remember his face). So the nurse came and at first she gave me the jab at my bum. Nothing! I swear the pain was still the same. The nurse told us that it will kicked-in in a few minutes. 5 minutes gone… 10 minutes gone… 15 minutes gone… Nada. Still nothing. I remember I screamed (again) and the midwife came in. She asked us to use the laughing gas. Boy this was funny. The gas didn’t help at all but I kept on inhaling it like there was no tomorrow. Until my front tongue felt numb and Hunny said my lips turned blue. That’s when he tried to take the mask away from me and the funny part was I actually fight him back to make sure the mask was with me all the time… (We fought until the mask detached from the hose at one point… Ha Ha Ha). At last I surrender (of course… I’m in pain remember!). So Hunny called the midwife in and asked if there is anything else to ease the pain. He didn’t know what to do. He even texted Atart to ask for any doa’s that can help me. So sweetttt… And big thanks Babe. That was when the midwife suggested epidural. We didn’t think long and quickly agreed to it.

After signing a few papers, the anesthetist came in and ready to start with the procedure. You know that when he wanted to insert the needle (Hunny said it’s huggeeee), he’ll first ask you to like bend down a bit while sitting down and not to move at all to make sure that the needle is inserted at the right place? Well I moved. Not just a bit. I think a lot. I think because I cannot stand a needle being poked to my body. Even the tiny needle let alone a big one! So I moved (more like trying to run away) when the needle touched my skin. The doctor grabbed my shoulder and asked me to calm down. (Hey… try poke your back with something sharp. Who wouldn’t budge? Ok tell me it’s not only me. Scaredycat. Ha Ha Ha). Now I think the consequence of my chickenly action is quite bad. I have a backache. I cannot stand up for a long period. Pffttt!

Ok back to my story. So you must have thought that the agony is now over. Oh you are so very wrong! The drug only moved to one leg. Just one. Not two. Let me remind you that we have a pair of legs. Ha Ha… so I was crying in pain because I can still feel the pain in my other leg. So dumb right? The nurse even tried to shift my position to make the drug went to the other side. But to no avail of course! We called the anesthetist to do something about it but he couldn’t do anything at all. He said there was nothing wrong with the procedure. The fact that I moved at the beginning didn’t disturb the flow. I remember I shouted at him when he showed me the quitting face. Poor guy. (eh ke more like padan muke?) At 3pm my ObGyn came again to check on me. She said from 9am to 3pm, my dilation was only 4 cm. The progress was not good. Too slow it seemed. She said we will have to wait until 6pm to see the progress again. Goodness gracious! 4 freaking cm??? I was nearly dying and the opening just moved a little only??? I felt so demotivated that time. (at least I think I was). Then at 6pm, she came back again and said there was no different from the last time she measured. Meaning in that 3 hours of agony, no further opening. None. And what was even more shocking, she said that the baby’s head was no longer in a crowning position. He has moved up. I was DEVASTATED. My ObGyn then said we can opt for surgery at this point if I want to. If not, we can still wait for another 2 hours to see any more progress. I was sad. I called my mom. Of course I was crying hysterically (cause if possible I don’t want my baby to be cut out from me). But my mom calmly said ‘if that is what has been written for me, I should accept it no matter what’. Redha! That’s the word. So we signed a few more papers then the poor anesthetist came in again and did something (I guess something correct because then I didn’t feel a thing). So at 7pm, they send me to the OT and at 7.15pm, I heard my precious crying his lung out! Such a melodious sound to my ear.

The nurse brought him to me to show it’s a boy. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and waited for the doctor to sewn me back. The crews were chatting happily among themselves about holidays and OT claims and beautiful dates to have a baby being cut out from you (11 nov 2011) and etc. How wonderful! I always thought doctors have to be all serious when performing surgery. Nonetheless I was really tired, hungry, cold and sleepy to bother at their talk. And before the procedure ended, I heard the team did the check with the list of equipments used during the surgery. To make sure that nothing is left inside me. Pheww!

So that’s that. The story of my first birth experience. Not as exciting as others of course. But if I ever gonna have the second one, I would wanna wait until I feel the contractions come naturally and will never ever ever let the ObGyn/Midwife breaks my waterbag. If I have dilated even 1cm, I will wait until I feel ready to deliver my baby. Hypno-birthing sounds nice but loads of things to consider of course.

I think that’s all for this time. Till next time!! Toodless!!!