My Birthing Story: Nielsen Kristoff

This is how it happened. My birthing story.
July 9, 2017. I woke up around 6am and as I got up I noticed a gush of discharge enough to wet my underwear and shorts. Because I always had issues with leaks, I thought it was just an unusual amount of urine. When we got to church (it was a Sunday), I noticed there was another leak. I was a bit suspicious already because the watery discharge was too much. Then, it hit me. THIS COULD BE MY WATER BAG!!!!
I immediately texted my OB who happens to have a clinic at Healthway ATC in about an hour. We went ahead and had myself checked. Well, it was “the day”. My water bag broke! My heart raced. This is it. Good thing we brought our hospital bag already. I wasn’t expecting it was going to be that day but I just wanted the bag handy, just in case!

We headed to Unihealth Southwoods and I was admitted at around 12pm. Before we got to the hospital, I made sure I had my make -up on! I looked so wasted with my firstborn I couldn’t even post pictures on Facebook. Haha. But then before I was brought to the Labor Room, the nurse asked me to remove them. I just removed my lippy but the nurse said, “Ma’am pati po kilay.” Grrrrr. So there I was in all my pictures, pale and kilay-less.

 

It was a boring 2 hours at the Labor Room waiting for me to dilate. But nothing seemed to be happening so I was induced at 2pm. The nurse left for a while and she saw me in tears when she came back. She thought I was starting to hurt but I told her I was just watching something touching on TV and that contraction hasn’t started. Haha…

I did progress to 5cm after about 2 more hours. My OB and the anesthesiologist came in at that time. Active labor has started and it begins to hurt! Dr Paul (I think was his name) administered the Epidural. He told me he only gave me a test shot and to tell him if it hurt so he could add more dose. He had to add a few more times because I kept complaining. He would ask me how much it hurt from 1 to 10, 10 being the highest. And when I would reply with a 5 or 6, he wouldn’t add a dose. So I’d say it was an 11. But of course he wouldn’t believe me because I could still smile and joke around.

Hours passed and there I was still 5cm at 7pm. They also noticed baby’s heart rate was going down every time I contract so there might be something happening inside. My OB then decided to call my husband and explained the situation. We all agreed it was time for an Emergency CS.

Emergency CS, ladies and gentlemen.

My heart sank. Why??? We weren’t ready for this. but we had no choice. We couldn’t wait any longer.

At 7:44pm, my Little Boy finally said hello to the world!

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Apparently, his cord was strangled on his leg so there was no way he’d go out vaginally. Unless some miracles happen and he miraculously freed himself from it. But time was of essence. My water bag broke at 6am and he had to be delivered within at least 12 to 16 hours. We waited enough but he couldn’t seem to escape the cord coil.

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Back at the Delivery Room, I awoke from a deep slumber at about 9:30 and heard my son cry. I wanted to jump, shout and dance (seriously!) but I was too weak to even open my eyes! I barely remembered what happened during that short moment.

I just remembered them bringing me to the Recovery Room and for the 2nd time, I saw my Macho Gwapito once more. I breastfed him for a good 30 minutes. It was such a great feeling it still makes me smile now.

Finally at about 12am, I was back to my room (with my Baby) and was reunited with my husband.

It was a painful first night and the nights after that. Caesarean recovery is no easy! More so, it was the start of our sleepless nights.

Today after more than a week, my heart is still full. I cannot fathom why God gave me another beautiful blessing that I certainly don’t deserve. I hope like any mom, that I would be able to be the best that I could be to him and his Ate.

How about you? What is your birthing story?

3rd Trimester Pregnancy (35 weeks)

The past few days had been very challenging. I am on my last stretch of pregnancy and I would say this isn’t exactly how I imagined it to be. I was often asked how my pregnancy was. Did I have any cravings, issues with my pregnancy, etc. Well, I had none. I always tell them I couldn’t afford to be a needy pregnant mom with a needy toddler! Life goes on…

But these past few days (now on my 3rd trimester) were a different story. Since Tuesday night I’d been feeling strange. I’ve been having irregular contractions that became an intensified pain the following night. We ended up in ER on Thursday and I haven’t been well since. I am on bed rest. Literally just getting up when I needed to pee and eat. Even with that much rest, I still got very sick yesterday with high fever and vomiting.

I felt like being in my toddler’s shoes when she’s sick.

She doesn’t want to take paracetamol.

She doesn’t want to put Koolfever.

She doesn’t want to eat.

She just wants a hug from Mommy.

And yesterday….

I cried while taking paracetamol. I took her syrup with a higher dose coz I don’t have tablets anymore. The texture is too thick and it’s yucky!

I cried and struggled when my husband put a Koolfever on my forehead because it was too cold and uncomfortable.

I refused to eat until after lunch when I felt a little better.

My husband couldn’t leave my side. I just wanted him by my side.

At one point, my husband couldn’t contain it anymore and started laughing at me.

“NOW YOU KNOW!!”

Yeah, now I know how it feels when my daughter is sick and I know I will have more compassion on her when she’s extra clingy. 😄

I know this too shall pass. I could give birth anytime after9 July 7 but I don’t know if we will make it till then.

Your prayers are appreciated!

What was it like for you in the 3rd trimester?