Baby Thiren turned one month yesterday, June 27. He is growing up fast, and with each passing day, his facial expressions and looks change. He no longer looks like a newborn. He is looking much like a playful baby. He likes sleeping on his belly - he sleep longer that way compared to being rocked in a cradle. His feeding time is predictable. He wakes up every three hours for his feed. Mommy gets to sleep quite well in the night too because of his fixed schedule.
As days progress, so does baby Thiren. We know his likes and dislikes. Well, he dislikes loud sounds and dislikes being undressed for baths. Nappy changing, dressing up and preparing his feed must be done as quickly as possible. It reminds me of how pitstop workers carry out their individual duties in a race! The scenario here: my mom putting on his diapers, mom-in-law putting on the mittens and I trying to button his shirt or make his milk. Once he is dressed, brushing his fine hair seems soothing to baby Thiren. His cries will stop as soon as the brush touches his head. Then it is feeding time, and he is quiet again.
Baby Thiren can lift up his head and hold it up quite steadily for quite a while. He smiles when we tickle or touch his cheeks, and his cooing just melts our hearts away! He captures the hearts of every relative, from his three female cousins to the grandparents.
On the other side of the planet, "Daddy Cool" is missing his little boy, often asking me to ring him up whenever our baby cries. Daddy just feels satisfied listening to the cries. Daddy has a very busy schedule, and we are keeping our fingers crossed for a long stretch of off days so that he can return to see his little one.
I promise to upload more photos once I have the right tools to do so when I am back in Kuala Lumpur next week.
My one-month confinement is over. I can now enjoy proper meals and start getting back in shape to fit into my old clothes. I miss wearing my jeans! Gotta work hard now to lose those pounds.
Signing off from Mommy dearest!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Labour room experience
It was Thursday, 24 May, when my gynaecologist did the usual pregnancy check on me. He mentioned that if my baby didn't arrive anytime sooner than the 30th, he would have to perform an induction and deliver the baby by 30 May.
It was Sunday, 27 May, at 9:30AM, when I was almost done with my shower when my waterbag broke. I was nervous at first-I thought to myself, finally, the time has arrived for my baby to be born. I managed to stay calm, informed my parents and in-laws who were, at that time, having their breakfast. Everyone started getting ready, and along with my hospital bag, I was taken to the hospital.
There was no labour pain, or contractions pain. However, I was wheeled in to the labour room. I was nervous yet anxious to have my baby. I was more anxious hoping for Daddy to arrive in time to witness the birth of our baby!
"Enema" was done on me-a solution pumped into you know where to clear my bowels. I could still walk around in my hospital gown and chat with the midwife. It was 10AM when I was admitted. The contractions started only past 12 noon. I laid on the bed with belts strapped round my belly to monitor the baby's movements and heartbeat.
A couple of hours later, the contractions became more intense, and all I did (or could do) was to concentrate on my breathing techniques, those I have read and have been told what to do. Take a deep breath, hold it, and then release through the mouth, slowly. I did a set of ten counts each time. It worked.
Dev arrived at the airport at 1PM, and my sister and her family were there to fetch him and drive straight to the hospital. They were rushing for time, as it was any minute then the baby would be arriving. My gynaecologist was relaxed and told me not to worry and to take it slowly as we were all waiting for Dev's arrival.
The last 2 hours before baby was born was the worst part of the whole thing. The pain became more intense and more regular. The contractions lasted a minute each time, with less than five minutes interval. I was breathing so hard and was hoping that the pain didn't get any worse.
Finally, Dev arrived at the labour room at 3:40PM. I was asked to start pushing at 4PM. The moment there was a contraction, I was asked to push as hard as I could. I was told to take a deep breath, hold my legs, exhale and PUSH! That was repeated many times, almost a whole hour! It wasn't easy. I was already fully dilated yet the baby's head could not be seen. For a whole hour, that was what I did, push. Dev was standing next to me giving me encouragement. Having him there was just great. I just wanted to get my baby out as soon as possible, and it didn't take long before baby finally decided to come out.
At 5PM on the dot, the final push was done and out slided our baby boy, weighing in at 3.65kg, 54cm in length. I was exhausted by the end of the day. Soon after delivery, I was stitched up.
I am really proud of myself for not taking any drug whatsoever during delivery. It was a normal delivery, and to all the girls our there who are expecting, it is just mind over matter. Concentrate on your breathing and tell yourself that childbirth is indeed an experience on its own.
(More pictures to come soon!) Baby is exactly 3 weeks old today.
It was Sunday, 27 May, at 9:30AM, when I was almost done with my shower when my waterbag broke. I was nervous at first-I thought to myself, finally, the time has arrived for my baby to be born. I managed to stay calm, informed my parents and in-laws who were, at that time, having their breakfast. Everyone started getting ready, and along with my hospital bag, I was taken to the hospital.
There was no labour pain, or contractions pain. However, I was wheeled in to the labour room. I was nervous yet anxious to have my baby. I was more anxious hoping for Daddy to arrive in time to witness the birth of our baby!
"Enema" was done on me-a solution pumped into you know where to clear my bowels. I could still walk around in my hospital gown and chat with the midwife. It was 10AM when I was admitted. The contractions started only past 12 noon. I laid on the bed with belts strapped round my belly to monitor the baby's movements and heartbeat.
A couple of hours later, the contractions became more intense, and all I did (or could do) was to concentrate on my breathing techniques, those I have read and have been told what to do. Take a deep breath, hold it, and then release through the mouth, slowly. I did a set of ten counts each time. It worked.
Dev arrived at the airport at 1PM, and my sister and her family were there to fetch him and drive straight to the hospital. They were rushing for time, as it was any minute then the baby would be arriving. My gynaecologist was relaxed and told me not to worry and to take it slowly as we were all waiting for Dev's arrival.
The last 2 hours before baby was born was the worst part of the whole thing. The pain became more intense and more regular. The contractions lasted a minute each time, with less than five minutes interval. I was breathing so hard and was hoping that the pain didn't get any worse.
Finally, Dev arrived at the labour room at 3:40PM. I was asked to start pushing at 4PM. The moment there was a contraction, I was asked to push as hard as I could. I was told to take a deep breath, hold my legs, exhale and PUSH! That was repeated many times, almost a whole hour! It wasn't easy. I was already fully dilated yet the baby's head could not be seen. For a whole hour, that was what I did, push. Dev was standing next to me giving me encouragement. Having him there was just great. I just wanted to get my baby out as soon as possible, and it didn't take long before baby finally decided to come out.
At 5PM on the dot, the final push was done and out slided our baby boy, weighing in at 3.65kg, 54cm in length. I was exhausted by the end of the day. Soon after delivery, I was stitched up.
I am really proud of myself for not taking any drug whatsoever during delivery. It was a normal delivery, and to all the girls our there who are expecting, it is just mind over matter. Concentrate on your breathing and tell yourself that childbirth is indeed an experience on its own.
(More pictures to come soon!) Baby is exactly 3 weeks old today.
Friday, June 08, 2007
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