..so Monday, 8.30 am it is.
Things just moved fast then.. Her staff made a call to the OT, i then signed few forms relating to the procedure and that was that.
It just goes to show how mighty Allah's will is. In a split second, we found the answer to our prayers and questions. I was overwhelmed by it all, in one moment i was happy and excited the date is now most confirmed but the next moment i was almost in tears. Monday also means hubs is entitled to 3 days paternal leave!
I asked her if anything i did (or could've) would've brought us to that decision. I mean, i walked A LOT during this pregnancy, we bought the bouncing ball.. Wouldn't these help?
"Those would be useful for muscles and ligaments.. We're talking about bones here, which could not be flexed at all".
I remember the nurse asking if i had taken too many sweet things, icy drinks..of which could led to a baby this big. Wallahualam whether that was true, but yes i craved cupcake every week in 7-8 months. While the non-pregnant me would not blink twice at the sight of cupcake!
I was told to check in on Sunday by 8.00 pm. Following the check up, husband and I had some nasi arab at Hadramawt, the same restaurant (different branch tho) we went after our first appointment with Dr Seri. Coincidence huh.
We spent the weekend back in Shah Alam, reading up on post operation care and trying to relax.
Sunday night
We checked in slightly after 8.00 pm. More signatures required during admission, and then off we head to the ward. It was my first time of all sorts - first operation, spending time in hospital.. I was more than happy hubs was by my side at all times..
The room is cosy, overlooks my office (ok ok, the magnificent KLCC) and expensive well lit condominiums. It almost feels like hotel stay, except for the bed. Shortly after few nurses came to perform standard procedures including the CTG. I was in the midst of dinner (luckily we brought some rice from home, as Coffee Bean and everything had closed by that time) so i had to cut the meal short.
Alhamdulillah CTG results were good. We spent the night taking some pics (last few as being party of two) and of course, longer time on the praying mat. I kept saying 'i can't believe we're about to meet her!' . Due to the operation, i was supposed to fast after 12.00am. With each passing hour, to get a good sleep seemed impossible. My husband was the opposite case, obviously tired of running around settling everything (and his wife) slept soundly on the sofa bed.
I had read up a bit on the procedure so i kinda knew what to expect.. Empty the bowel, take the shot, put on urine bag, cold naked chicken cut up... And baby comes out. But still there were so much i couldn't anticipate.. Namely the pain.
Monday morning
I was scheduled to be in the OT around 8.30 hence the nurses had advised me they will come at 6.00am for more procedures. Boy they aren't kidding about time! I woke up around 5.30 and quickly showered, knowing very well it'll take some time before i can have that good quality shower again.
Around 7 am i texted my parents, seeking their forgiveness if anything goes wrong later. Little did i know they were gonna come and wait out for us. At 8.00 am, a friend called me and asked if i had given birth. I couldn't explain the whole story to her as OT people were ready to wheel me off, so i only said i'm in the hospital and will call up later.
All these while i wondered if anybody ever saw any patient being wheeled off throughout the classy floors of PCMC. Well i got the answer all right, some visitors did saw me lying helplessly on the hospital bed.
It was time to head to Level 2, operation theatre.
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