And so on the appointed date at 6am, we reached the Hospital Selayang, checked in and waited for the doctor to induce me. Around 10am, a doctor came and inserted a tablet into me and we started to wait and wait...
Nurses came and went to take my blood pressure and baby's heartbeat every hour. Hours passes by yet there was no sign of contractions. Around 4pm, my doctor came and checked. He said the baby's head was still very 'high' up there and it would be too risky for me to try the second or third inducement tablet as the pain of contractions might tear up my previous C-section wound. Those words, "You'll have to go through C-section" sliced through my heart. Tears started to well up my eyes and flowed freely once the doctor left my room. "I didn't want to go under the knife again," I cried. At that moment, I was so disappointed that I couldn't go through natural birth.
Doc said the operation would be early next day but he came again in the evening and said that there were 8 or 9 cases the next day. So my operation was brought forward to midnight (6 hours after my last meal).
Around midnight, the nurses came with operation cloth for me to change and fixed a catheter for me. Then I was pushed into the operation theatre. I went through the first door, signed in all the necessary consent letters and went through the second door and finally the third door.
It was horribly cold in the theatre room... I was freezing and trembling. The only word I could mutter was "se---juk" (cold) to the nurse. A doc assistant came to me and explained that the room has to be at low temperture to prevent the breeding of virus. But I just kept muttering the same word till the anesthesiologist came and told me they'll give me a warmer later on. Then she explained the use of medication and the effect on my body.
Very soon, I was asked to sit up straight. Then my back was sprayed with something that made me shiver. Then they put a piece of something on my back and I could feel my backbone was measured and probably counted and there was a poke. The anesthesiologist then said, "Now I'm going to insert medicine," and I could feel another poke into my back. Then they let me lie down and piled pieces of cloth over me and put two warmer, one on the left and another on my right to keep me warm.
The anesthologist then said, "try to lift up your feet. Now shake them? Do they feel heavy? Now, see, this is a needle. I'm going to poke your body parts. Do tell me when it hurts."
Then my gynae took his place and painted something red all over my belly. I couldn't bring myself to see the reflection anymore, scaring I would faint or vomit if I saw how he cut open my stomach. I looked away and prayed.
Moments later, I could feel someone pushing hard at my stomach. The anesthologist came and explained that my gynae was trying to get the baby out of my stomach. When the pushing stopped, a loud baby cry was heard. My baby! It was a miraculous moment that I could see her arrival and hear her first cry.
I thought, "wow! So fast. Now I can go back to my room already and hug my baby." But nope, my gynae had to stitch back my stomach, right? After that only I was pushed to a waiting hall where my bleeding was monitored.
When I reached my room, it was almost 4am already. Exhausted yet couldn't fall asleep, we waited for the nurse to bring in our baby.
