And so...baby is out. :) Decided to do a post on the birth story because this time round it was rather enjoyable and fun. Yes, you didn't hear me wrong. It was so much more pleasant than the first.
It started off with my typical gynae visit and me telling her I might want to be induced earlier (if she is free) and on quite a nice date too because my boob kinda of hurt. Ended up I was having quite a bit of contractions that day and was 4cm dilated. But oddly, I kinda of still feel fine. My gynae gave me the option of going to the delivery ward on the day itself.
But I didn't choose it because:
- I was looking forward to my Mac Breakfast on Induce Day
- I had a bit of work to finish up.
- The day itself was not a good day (according to the almanac which I am not the most sure of how to read it) and the induce date had a nicer date.
- I wanted to sleep one more night with my firstborn and a good night rest for the final showdown.
The uterus grew lazy when I was in the delivery ward and at about 7pm, I was induced. I still didn't really need any epidural help at that point but since the doctor was next door, I took it on a low doesage in preparation. At 9pm, I started feeling a bit of pain and beeped the nurses to up the doesage because since I paid for epidural, I wasn't willing to feel any form of pain LOL. Initially I thought they didn't up it cos the pain was still there and it was growing worse. The staff nurse felt something didn't seem quite right and they measured my dilation.
Holy moly, I was 7-8cm dilated. Initially, I was feeling defeated cos it didn't seem baby will be born on the day itself. With a bit of help of distraction by watching TV and psychoing myself (and the baby), I actually made it to 11.30pm. The few practice trial pushes I had to admit I wasn't trying very hard before midnight. Hurray, baby came approximately after midnight with a few good pushes hehe. And that's the happy tale of my birth story.
