Anyway.. let's start with a kind off summary of my birth story. Well, atleast from what i remember.
On 4th November 2015, i had an appointment with the gynae. Upon seeing the the gynae, i was told that i was overdue. By then, i was already 38weeks and 5 days. Well, the due date was supposed to be 13th November 2015. So i really didnt feel like it was time for me to give birth. But seeing that i was having twins, the gynae was afraid that it will be harder for me to give birth if i waited any longer. I was asked to report back to the hospital on 5th November 2015, 1am. They were going to induce me. Part of me was scared but part of me wanted the babies to be out. Went home, got all the things ready.. left the house at 11pm, had supper and reached the hospital 30mins to 1. Got a room, changed into the gown and waited. By that time, i was only 1cm dilated.
Honestly, i dont really remember much of that day. I was put on drip, not allowed to eat or drink. They burst my waterbag at 5am i think? And we waited.. again. I couldnt feel much of the contractions eventhough the nurse said that it was quite strong. I fell in and out of sleep for the next few hours, so did Fatboy. He was with me thruout the night. It was exhausting, seriously.
I opted for normal delivery. But i regretted making that decision as soon as i heard what the doctor had to say. Thruout my checkups, i was not told that my husband will not be with me when i deliver. Why? Bcos i will be giving birth in the operation theatre. Just as i am about to give birth, they tell me this piece of IMPORTANT news. Who wouldnt want their husband with them during this experience? I was pissed, but i couldnt do anything.
Back to the birth story... i started pushing at about 7ish in the evening? I was fully dilated by then. At this point, i could already feel every single contractions as the epidural has already worn off. And boy did it hurt. Pushed and pushed.. nothing. Baby A refused to go down any further even though her head was already visible. 1.5hrs of pushing, and nothing. Right there and then, i decided to just go for C-sect. I couldnt do it anymore. I was exhausted. It was a tough decision to make, but i knew it was for the best. At first the doctor refused. She even tried to twist Baby A inside of me which i was protesting thruout. I mean, i clearly said that i will just go with the C-sect, why in the world do you need to try and turn the baby??? I would have kicked the doctor's face if i had a choice. FINALLY, they decided to do the C-sect.
So there i was.. being prepped for surgery and wheeled to the operation theatre. Said goodbye to the husband who looked pretty emotional while i was high on epidural but prepared to see the babies. At 2214hrs, Baby A was born at 2487g and 47cm and 1 minute later, at 2215hrs, Baby B was born at 3091g and 49cm. I didnt get to do skin to skin as i was running a fever, thanks to the epidural. Side track abit... i had all the symptoms/side effect after taking the epidural. Vomiting, checked! Shivers, checked! Fever, checked! Anyway, the moment i saw the twins... i started crying.
It felt amazing. I couldnt contain my tears, this little tiny human beings was mine and they came from inside of me. Still in the operation theatre, i felt blessed and thankful for this two wonderful beings.
The whole birth experience was a little traumatic for me. From not being given the whole information to the doctor refusing to do what i wanted to .. but at the end of day, what im happy about is the kids being brought into this world safely. Will i do it again? Idk. I cant answer that question anytime soon.
Now at 5 months old, they're the best thing that i can ever ask for. Oh ya, let me introduce to you Baby A, Aaira Faiqah and Baby B, Alhan Faiq.
I will be back once i have the time of course.
With love,
Shasha.
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