It's been 25 days since I had Amrina Rashada. I am thankful to be given a 2nd chance to conceive another child. Amrina Rashada born on 25 June 2013 and Shahid Ul-Haque born on 26 June 2012. Every incident always have its blessings. Amrina came early so that I would not be sad with the demise of Shahid. Allah gave us family happiness when she was out early on her 37 weeks.
During pregnancy, I had to endure with my stomach acid reflux. I had chronic coughs every night, depriving me from sleep. Waking up the next day being a zombie. Despite all the checks by the doctors and medications, I had to take a long MC as well as early maternity leave due to lack of rest.
Came the day when I had contractions, I still remember clearly. It was on 24 June 2013. That morning I went to NUH to ask for referral letter to go for early maternity leave. The doctor wanted me to scan the baby but I resist. She persist saying that they do not have any information on the baby's growth and need to know how is she so that they can advice when am I supposed to deliver my baby. I was really reluctant but the doctor said that if I do not go for the scan then they cannot issue the referral letter. I felt that the doctor was threatening me with the scan. I had to oblige with my husband's advice. When I first saw her on the screen, I felt tears in my eyes thinking that Allah has given us a huge blessing and how fortunate we are. I saw her legs, arms and her face, then I ask the about her heart whether she is alright. According to the checks she is ok but because I did not went for my monthly checks they could not really ascertain that her heart is ok. I prayed really hard for her to be healthy and well.
I went home in a taxi with mixed feelings. That night at about 11 plus, I started to feel a bit of contractions. One week before my husband told me to stay with my mum just in case the baby came early. Luckily I heed his advice. My mum saw my face turning white and I called my husband at work to stand by and told him to come back from work the usual time. I thought to myself that this contraction is going to be long judging from the pregnancy I had with Danisha.
I could not sleep. The first few contractions is about 45 minutes apart, then it became 30 minutes. By 4am it is 15 minutes apart and by this time I panic. I sms husband to come home straight. I got ready waiting for him. I remember the contractions was really painful. At 5.30am husband called and ask how am I, my mum said where are you and he mention that he still at work and could only be back by 6 plus. It was too late, by this time the contraction reduced to 10 minutes apart. My mum woke my dad up to send me to hospital. I was walking slowly to the carpark while waiting for my dad and that's when my waterbag broke. Oh no! This is no good, I cannot get to the hospital in my dad's car. What happened if in the middle I need to give birth. By this time the pain was really really aggravated and that is when I decided to call the ambulance.
I walked back slowly to the house and waited for the ambulance which came 5 minutes later. The paramedics asked some questions and wanted to transfer me to the stretcher and that's when the pain came. It was beyond description, lasted for 60 seconds but seems like forever. My previous 2 pregnancy I had epidural so this was really out of this world for me.
When they finally wheel me in the ambulance, I was screaming in pain. I was given the laughing gas. I inhaled as deeply as possible to make the pain go away but it didn't. The paramedic was telling me that if they cannot make it in time, I had to be delivered in the ambulance. I could really feel the urge to push but the paramedic asked me to breathe.
Finally when they reached the A & E at NUH, the doctors asked me the same questions and asked me to be wheel to the delivery suite at Level 2. Imagine the pain I had to endure on the way to the delivery suite with the contractions 2-3 minutes apart. When the nurses received me at the delivery suite, I asked for the laughing gas. I did not care but inhaled the gas as much as possible wanting the pain to go away. The last I heard from the nurse that I was dilating 8cm before I temporary passed out.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the midwife asking me to push. I pushed the 1st round and when I stopped, the pain was still there and I pushed the 2nd time. I could feel Amrina's head wanting to come out, so I gave the last push and she was out crying. I was so happy that she cried. At that point of time my husband just arrived to receive Amrina. I was so thankful that she was alright. She was placed on my chest and I held her crying. It was a moment that I never had with Shahid. I felt so small and humbled that I was given another chance. Alhamdulillah....
It was the most painful experience for me but it was the shortest labour for me. I kept asking myself how did I survive through all that without my husband. Allah will always test His servants within their capabilities, that is why I could survive all that pain. For now, I would try as much to cherish the time I have with Amrina and Danisha until I return work in August.
During pregnancy, I had to endure with my stomach acid reflux. I had chronic coughs every night, depriving me from sleep. Waking up the next day being a zombie. Despite all the checks by the doctors and medications, I had to take a long MC as well as early maternity leave due to lack of rest.
Came the day when I had contractions, I still remember clearly. It was on 24 June 2013. That morning I went to NUH to ask for referral letter to go for early maternity leave. The doctor wanted me to scan the baby but I resist. She persist saying that they do not have any information on the baby's growth and need to know how is she so that they can advice when am I supposed to deliver my baby. I was really reluctant but the doctor said that if I do not go for the scan then they cannot issue the referral letter. I felt that the doctor was threatening me with the scan. I had to oblige with my husband's advice. When I first saw her on the screen, I felt tears in my eyes thinking that Allah has given us a huge blessing and how fortunate we are. I saw her legs, arms and her face, then I ask the about her heart whether she is alright. According to the checks she is ok but because I did not went for my monthly checks they could not really ascertain that her heart is ok. I prayed really hard for her to be healthy and well.
I went home in a taxi with mixed feelings. That night at about 11 plus, I started to feel a bit of contractions. One week before my husband told me to stay with my mum just in case the baby came early. Luckily I heed his advice. My mum saw my face turning white and I called my husband at work to stand by and told him to come back from work the usual time. I thought to myself that this contraction is going to be long judging from the pregnancy I had with Danisha.
I could not sleep. The first few contractions is about 45 minutes apart, then it became 30 minutes. By 4am it is 15 minutes apart and by this time I panic. I sms husband to come home straight. I got ready waiting for him. I remember the contractions was really painful. At 5.30am husband called and ask how am I, my mum said where are you and he mention that he still at work and could only be back by 6 plus. It was too late, by this time the contraction reduced to 10 minutes apart. My mum woke my dad up to send me to hospital. I was walking slowly to the carpark while waiting for my dad and that's when my waterbag broke. Oh no! This is no good, I cannot get to the hospital in my dad's car. What happened if in the middle I need to give birth. By this time the pain was really really aggravated and that is when I decided to call the ambulance.
I walked back slowly to the house and waited for the ambulance which came 5 minutes later. The paramedics asked some questions and wanted to transfer me to the stretcher and that's when the pain came. It was beyond description, lasted for 60 seconds but seems like forever. My previous 2 pregnancy I had epidural so this was really out of this world for me.
When they finally wheel me in the ambulance, I was screaming in pain. I was given the laughing gas. I inhaled as deeply as possible to make the pain go away but it didn't. The paramedic was telling me that if they cannot make it in time, I had to be delivered in the ambulance. I could really feel the urge to push but the paramedic asked me to breathe.
Finally when they reached the A & E at NUH, the doctors asked me the same questions and asked me to be wheel to the delivery suite at Level 2. Imagine the pain I had to endure on the way to the delivery suite with the contractions 2-3 minutes apart. When the nurses received me at the delivery suite, I asked for the laughing gas. I did not care but inhaled the gas as much as possible wanting the pain to go away. The last I heard from the nurse that I was dilating 8cm before I temporary passed out.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the midwife asking me to push. I pushed the 1st round and when I stopped, the pain was still there and I pushed the 2nd time. I could feel Amrina's head wanting to come out, so I gave the last push and she was out crying. I was so happy that she cried. At that point of time my husband just arrived to receive Amrina. I was so thankful that she was alright. She was placed on my chest and I held her crying. It was a moment that I never had with Shahid. I felt so small and humbled that I was given another chance. Alhamdulillah....
It was the most painful experience for me but it was the shortest labour for me. I kept asking myself how did I survive through all that without my husband. Allah will always test His servants within their capabilities, that is why I could survive all that pain. For now, I would try as much to cherish the time I have with Amrina and Danisha until I return work in August.
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