生第二孩子时，也是自然产，也是没注射Epidural，但学聪明了，第一次的经验学到一些正确技术外，也体悟到人生大道理 ~ 即使再痛，若自己不咬紧牙根（生产时，不咬使不出力来啊）克服及超越它，谁也帮不到自己（再累，老公也不能接力代班吧）。
范范唱的“想到达明天，现在就要启程”。
你在痛着吗？
告诉自己，人生没什么痛是过不了的。抽身出来看，我们的执著其实只是世界的一颗微尘，这么想通常就会有奇特的力量去面对了。
祝痛着的你，尽快看见彩虹。
祝快乐的你，记得做他人的天使，别忘形了。
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Going through pain, seeing blood - all in the name of love
9 May 2011 in parenthots
Both my husband and I faced personal challenges when I went into labour. Due to some childhood memories, my husband has a serious phobia of blood or any type of surgery. On the other hand, I cannot bear pain at all.
Therefore, prior to entering the labour room in November 2009, we had agreed that he would just focus on my face during my labour while I would definitely take the pain relief medicine!It was 11.30 at night, when I started to feel severe contractions and back pain. The pain was so sharp that I felt like punching everything around me, including my husband who gazed at me dearly….
During each contraction, my tears rolled down my face, I grasped my fists tightly and curled up my body to get through it. I hardly slept a wink the whole night and it seemed like a long decade before the morning arrived.
First thing in the morning, we went to the hospital. When I was being pushed in on a wheelchair (because I could barely walk properly due to the pain!), I saw the white, chilly corridors and hospital ceiling, so I told myself, “This is the MOMENT!”
At that point in time, I definitely had no idea what I was going to go through!
By then, the contractions were just five minutes apart but I was only 2cm dilated, another 8cm to go….
As the time passed, the contractions started to get more frequent and intense. The torturous pain persisted for 16 full hours, so much so that I had run out of tears, my eyes were swollen and I felt so helpless.
I panicked when my water bag finally broke and I saw the water gushing out. The nurse examined me and broke the bad news to me - it was too late for an epidural now!
The medical personnel encouraged me to go for natural birth without any pain relief medicine! It freaked me out, of course!
My husband held my hand tightly and kissed my forehead, assuring me that everything would be “naturally” fine. My legs were tied to the bed rails on both sides. The midwife told me to poop first (there's a procedure carried out to 'facilitate' the 'clearance' =P) and then push as hard as I could when the contractions occurred again.
It was probably the “peak” season for baby delivery because there were many other mothers giving birth at the same time on that day. In addition to that, as my labour was very slow, the midwives, nurses and doctor were literally running around the ward rooms!
Fortunately, love can make us do wonders. In the nurses’ absence, my husband was the one who helped to clean up the poop and any other “discharged” fluids. Despite his extreme fear, he was so brave that when I started to push, he constantly checked out what was happening “down there” and urged me on.
One minute, he was holding my hand praying; the next, he was wiping my cold sweat; then, he was planting kisses on my face with words of encouragement and assurance.
I was half insane due to the prolonged pain. I uttered all sorts of nonsense - I asked my husband if I would die; I asked ('pleaded' would be more suitable) the nurses why it took so long; and I told them I was just too exhausted and I wanted to sleep….
I nearly wanted to give up halfway, which was just impossible! Luckily, whenever I lost focus, my husband would coach me to breathe and to hang on.
After two hours of pushing, our little princess finally emerged. The nurse put her on my stomach and all the pain was immediately gone and forgotten. She was incredible. She still is.
Looking back, I wonder what gave my husband the courage to be my “midwife” despite his deep-rooted phobia.
What gave me the strength to go through all the pain without any pain relief medication?
It must have been LOVE. Love can make us do great things, achieve the impossible and open up endless possibilities.
Note: I would like to thank Dr Norintan, Dr Khoo and all the nurses and midwives in Columbia Asia Hospital Seremban who helped me throughout my pregnancy and labour. Their gentle and kind support and services have made my first baby’s experience a truly memorable and touching one.
Therefore, prior to entering the labour room in November 2009, we had agreed that he would just focus on my face during my labour while I would definitely take the pain relief medicine!It was 11.30 at night, when I started to feel severe contractions and back pain. The pain was so sharp that I felt like punching everything around me, including my husband who gazed at me dearly….
During each contraction, my tears rolled down my face, I grasped my fists tightly and curled up my body to get through it. I hardly slept a wink the whole night and it seemed like a long decade before the morning arrived.
First thing in the morning, we went to the hospital. When I was being pushed in on a wheelchair (because I could barely walk properly due to the pain!), I saw the white, chilly corridors and hospital ceiling, so I told myself, “This is the MOMENT!”
At that point in time, I definitely had no idea what I was going to go through!
By then, the contractions were just five minutes apart but I was only 2cm dilated, another 8cm to go….
As the time passed, the contractions started to get more frequent and intense. The torturous pain persisted for 16 full hours, so much so that I had run out of tears, my eyes were swollen and I felt so helpless.
I panicked when my water bag finally broke and I saw the water gushing out. The nurse examined me and broke the bad news to me - it was too late for an epidural now!
The medical personnel encouraged me to go for natural birth without any pain relief medicine! It freaked me out, of course!
My husband held my hand tightly and kissed my forehead, assuring me that everything would be “naturally” fine. My legs were tied to the bed rails on both sides. The midwife told me to poop first (there's a procedure carried out to 'facilitate' the 'clearance' =P) and then push as hard as I could when the contractions occurred again.
It was probably the “peak” season for baby delivery because there were many other mothers giving birth at the same time on that day. In addition to that, as my labour was very slow, the midwives, nurses and doctor were literally running around the ward rooms!
Fortunately, love can make us do wonders. In the nurses’ absence, my husband was the one who helped to clean up the poop and any other “discharged” fluids. Despite his extreme fear, he was so brave that when I started to push, he constantly checked out what was happening “down there” and urged me on.
One minute, he was holding my hand praying; the next, he was wiping my cold sweat; then, he was planting kisses on my face with words of encouragement and assurance.
I was half insane due to the prolonged pain. I uttered all sorts of nonsense - I asked my husband if I would die; I asked ('pleaded' would be more suitable) the nurses why it took so long; and I told them I was just too exhausted and I wanted to sleep….
I nearly wanted to give up halfway, which was just impossible! Luckily, whenever I lost focus, my husband would coach me to breathe and to hang on.
| The princess whom mum and dad confronted their fears for. |
Looking back, I wonder what gave my husband the courage to be my “midwife” despite his deep-rooted phobia.
What gave me the strength to go through all the pain without any pain relief medication?
It must have been LOVE. Love can make us do great things, achieve the impossible and open up endless possibilities.
Note: I would like to thank Dr Norintan, Dr Khoo and all the nurses and midwives in Columbia Asia Hospital Seremban who helped me throughout my pregnancy and labour. Their gentle and kind support and services have made my first baby’s experience a truly memorable and touching one.
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