Ya Allah sudah lebih setahun nampaknya blog ini dipinggirkan! Maafkan diriku wahai blog ku. Marilah kita bercerita, update semenjak setahun lalu.
So. The obvious news is that i have given birth to a third baby girl, Alhamdulillah. The urban legend being circulated amongst Zufri's family was that I arrived at the hospital (29th June, the day I gave birth) with my baby's head already between my legs. Muahahaha. If that was the case, trust me, I would've just delivered (or received, rather) my baby myself in the car.
But anyway, it was an almost accurate account. Pagi hari ke 20 puasa, aku rasa malas gila nak kerja. So I took a very like super mild contraction (never had Braxton Hicks) as an indication that baby was coming, so I tagged along with Zuf to Putrajaya. Pukul 9 pagi aku dah terpacak depan Alamanda.
About 11, the contractions started picking up. So i kept walking. When i sat down, them contractions slowed down. I timed them, but they were all over the place. Kejap 10 minutes apart, jap lagi 7, jap lagi 20.. Agak-agak lunch time aku call Zufri, cakap mungkin dia boleh datang ambil aku dan kita boleh siap-siap ke hospital.
Tapi kita buat pit stop. Tukar duit rayalah, pi masjid Besi solatlah, pegi Karnival Hari Rayalah. Masa ni aku dah minum minyak kelapa dara Tanamera. Ya Allah kembang tekak. Tapi ku gagahi jua. Ingat banyak, rupanya bila tengok botol cuma a few tablespoons je.
So anyway masa kat karnival tu, kitorang tengok baju raya budak budak ni. Our conversation started to you know falter because the contractions have started to get unbearable. Eh jap macam dah terskip satu part. To those who can imagine, kitorang park keta kat Masjid Besi (tingkat atas). Jadi jalan ke masjid je dah bbrp kali berhenti pasal contractions. Jalan pulak accross the bridge to the banks and where PJH office was (or is? Atau not even PJH's office?) and where the carnival was held. Okay.
Bukannya saja-saja nak pergi hospital lambat, nak macam bagus jalan jalan. I didn't wanna be strapped down to a bed because somehow hospitals love to put on the CTG machine and 'monitor' your baby's heartbeat bla bla bla. So when I couldn't handle it any longer (about 4pm I think. Contractions were about 5 minutes apart, each lasting approximately 2 minutes) we strated to walk back to the car.
Ya Allah jauh gila kot park keta. Bayangkan masa contraction takkan nak jalan. Mesti nak sway sway jap layan keperitan itu. Aku dah nak nangis dah masa tu. A few days before i was willing a contraction, so kengkonon the discomfort of being heavily pregnant (and nursing a suspected slipped disc. Long story) would end soon. Tapi bila rasa contraction tu tiba tiba panik pulak. I was seriously feeling all OMG I AM NOT READY FOR THIS!!!! I tensed up and fought agaist the contractions and that made the pain worse. I mean come on, its my third baby, you would think that i am a pro at giving birth, no? So when I stopped fighting and - as corny as it sounds - started working with my body through the contractions, the pain became much more bearable.
Okay back to the journey back to the car. Siap berhenti singgah gerai beli baju pulak laki aku ni. Aku siap dah loya loya nak termuntah dah, jalan 10 tapak berhenti. Akhirnya masuk kereta, Zuf nak singgah presint berapa entah, nak beli charger handphone pasal aku tak bawak. Gila punya yakin laki aku ni dengan keupayaan aku menahan sakit. Aku cakap yeah i don't think so. I need to get to the hospital now. I have no idea what was going on in his head then.
So off we went. Dekat je kot Masjid Besi dengan Hospital Putrajaya. Dalam kereta tu contractions macam dah slow down. Cheh. Masa sampai hospital macam dah takde. Aku jalan dari parking ke entrance dewan bersalin dengan rasa bersalah pasal macam takde contraction. Little did i know that my body was giving me a much needed break!
Eh panjangnya lah hai cerita bersalin kali ni. Yelah, lama tak update blog.
Masa check in tu kena check BP dan urine bla bla bla. BP aku time tu memang timggi gila. Nervous nurse. Dia tanya aku kenapa tinggi sangat. Aku jawab pasal tengah contraction kot. Duhh. Ulang lagi. Sama gak. Buang masa je amek BP.
Dia suruh kencing pulak. Dalam toilet tu memang nak menangis dah la kesakitan. Kena bukak underwear pasal nak cek laluan. Nak angkat kaki pun macam nak patah kaki hahaha. Baring atas katil pasal buat CTG. Merayu rayu aku dengan nurse tak nak buat CTG pasal sakit ya amat. Dia kata kejsp je ye puan, 10 minit je. Huh. 30 minit aku kena baring. Sambil melayan doktor tanya aku macam macam.
Finally the nurse came and said okay puan, kita nak cek laluan. Kalau more than 3 cm kita masuk labour room. Kalau less than 3 cm we will send u up to the ward ya. Along came the doctor, and upon checking (during a contraction, no less!) she withdrew her hand and in the worst disguised voiced said baiklah puan, you are complete (10cm). Please do not push until we are in the labour room.
Alhamdulillah! No waiting in pain! The labour room was 3 doors down (hehe) so in an instant I was there. Baju still pakai baju sendiri lagi (dress sleeveless yang mujurlah jersey dengan cardigan di luar) so memula dia mintak tukar katil from the gurney (?) to the delivry bed. Aku kata kejap, tengah contraction. Tapi doktor tu kata tak boleh puan, at this point of time the pain is a constant. U have to move to the delivery bed. She of course said this nicely. Jadi kugagahi juga berpindah katil.
Lepas tu dia mintak aku salin baju pulak. I mean geez. Tak perlu kot? Aku nak teran dah ni. They insisted. So yeah. I ripped of my cardigan and the dress, threw them somewhere, put on their pink blouse, sekali nurse kata bra puan?
OH. MY. GOODNESS!
Struggle kejap. Finally all was done. I was asking around fur Zufri cos I needed him there. So came in and i kept saying i needed to push. Doktor pun kata okay whenever you are ready you can push. Haha tiba tiba tak rasa nak teran pulak. At that time, in came Doktor Hamidah! Haha I had no idea she was the on-call doctor. That was a nice surprise.
So involuntarily, I started pushing. That was when my water broke. I actually screamed AIR SAYA PECAH!! On the next contraction, I pushed again, and out came Sera Latifa, along with a little poop. Mine. Muahahaha. I pooped on the delivery table. I remember smelling something and asked Zuf I berak ke?
Hahaha merasalah tak sempat masuk enema bagai.
One push and she was out. That was a huge achievement because with Emma and Aisha I pushed forever! I suppose the third time's the charm, huh? I was all like Dah? Baby dah keluar? Cue happy tears. 3.9 bloody 2 kilograms this girl. The biggest yet.
Apa apa pun, Alhamdulillah segala galanya selamat.