7th May 1988 a date to be remembered for the rest of my life. A date that is most significant than my date of birth or my solemnization date or whatever dates that come to my mind.
“Abang! Awara dah nak bersalin, dah kuar darah”
That was about 2.00am 28th April 1988.
“Boleh naik motor tak?’ my hubby suggested.
‘Eh..! maner boleh, kalau bersalin macam maner?’ I resented.
I called for taxi, and I was asked to wait at void deck, and to take whichever taxi that arrived Block 103 #10-436 Bedok Reservoir Road, Singapore 460103.
‘To KK hospital, uncle’
We reached KK within minutes, as the roads were deserted.
I was whisked to a registration counter, as I was not in the emergency state. Hahaha got to fill in form first, ok.
I was whisked to the labour ward and bid farewell to my hubby with mixed feeling which I am unable to describe, whether it is sad or happy. Only God knows that feeling and I am sure all mothers will go through such a state as I am. Will I be able to see him (my hubby) or my baby or the world? I patrah to Allah for He who knows the future of his followers.
A doctor; I think a Houseman, did a check up and told me that my cervix is not open yet.
“Good morning! You seemed relax’ Dr Mariama George came in the morning with her cheerful smile. Oh oh, once again, she did a checkup and confirmed my cervix is not open yet.
‘Well, you have to be transferred to the normal ward, as your cervix is yet to open, and we will monitor you’
Zooomm…. I was sent to the normal ward to wait.
Subhan came everyday after work and went home after breaking fast as it was the end of Ramadhan. Nobody visited me, not even my mother. Does not she care for me? Don’t she felt the same mixed feeling when she was about to give birth? Whatever it is, she is still my mother. My waiting days are over when finally my mother father came to visit me. I was already in pain due to contraction every ten minutes and bleeding. According to the nurse, it will take a long time to give birth as this is my first birth.
6th May 1988, the day Dr Mariama George decided to induce my birth due to bleeding and I am already overdue. My estimated due date was on 1st May 1988. Dr Mariama insereted a pill into my vagina to force open the cervix. It was inserted after afternoon tea at 4.00pm. After that time no food was allowed as I need to be prepared to deliver the next morning. I was wheeled to the labour ward and to wait for my delivery that very day. Waiting, waiting and continue to wait. I lost touch of time, as the clock in my ward was on the other side of bed and my view was blocked.
I kept having contractions which is bearable when I heard a mother-to-be was wheeled into the ward on the outer side of the bed.
‘Push, push, push’ that was what I heard and suddenly…. Silence….followed by cracking sound of baby’s cries.
‘Wow….that easy to give birth’ that was what I told myself and made me prepared and looked forward for the moment.
Oh oh…my contractions has becomes unbearable and I asked to see Dr Mariama. She came and I told her that I prefer to go for caesarian. ‘No no’ she said and ordered oxygen tank to be in my ward. I was asked to inhale the oxygen and deep as possible and I will not feel the contractions which put me to sleep with the oxygen mask. Suddenly I was awake that I felt I urinated while sleeping. Dr Mariama was there and she told me it is ok, as it was my water bag burst. Suddenly I felt like shiting and she told me go ahead. But nothing came out!
I pushed and pushed………..’You are a lousy pusher, Awara’ said Dr Mariama.
‘I did push!’ I retaliated.
‘You are not pushing the right way; you are pushing on the top where your face turned red and not pushing the bottom’
‘Come on, push as if you are about to shit’
‘I did!’
“Push! Awara you have to push very hard, as your baby is already berak, and it will be dangerous for you” hahaha that is what my gynecologist Dr Mariama George. I knew she is only threatening me to push harder. I do not blamed her, as that was the tactic to motivate you to push. I came to know about such tactic was when I such ‘Your baby already berak”. Anyway, it if is dangerous for me, she would be hell of panic instead of continuing to coax me to push harder.
I was quite sometime I still unable to deliver. I was asked to sign an agreement form for caesarian and I was wheeled to the operation theater. On my way there, I really felt something is about to come out of me, I pushed and pushed but nothing.
In the operation theater, I dared not look around it, as I was terribly scared to look and I just shut my eyes only looking upward to the thousand lights in the theater.
‘ok, let give a last chance, you must push very very hard’
A nurse was standing on my head and trying to console me to relax.
Two nurses on my side, trying to push my baby downward. They were trying to help me while I pushed and pushed and pushed.
Dr Mariama did a forcep (like a thong like instrument inserted to my vagina, to grab the baby’s head and assist in the pushing by pulling the baby down.
I thanked God for His miracle that He gave me, by sending someone to help me in giving birth. Nurses and doctor who had assisted in my delivery. The feeling was the best feeling every mother felt, a feeling that I was unable to describe and a feeling that only mothers can feel. 7.24am 7th May 1988 /20hb Ramadhan 1408 I was declared a MOTHER!!!
My daughter was born on the last week of Ramadhan and may she bring happiness to the family, to her religion, country and herself.
Thank you Allah for the gift that you gave me, and I promised to be the best mother a mother can be and to look after your amanah here and after, Insyallah, Amin.
‘It is a girl’ a nurse told me showing my baby’s private part. But I was not able to see or focus as I was dreadfully exhausted and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. At the same time, I was alarmed as I have yet to hear my baby’s cries.
‘Oh Allah, I prayed to you that no harm befall on my baby’
Suddenly a very weak soft baby’s cries came…. ‘Alhamdullillah’
After stitching, I was wheeled to the labour ward again, as they need to observe me for any complications.
It was around 1.00pm that I managed to see my new born daughter. A sad thing to happen when the whole family got to see her first where I was the last person to see her.
“Abang! Awara dah nak bersalin, dah kuar darah”
That was about 2.00am 28th April 1988.
“Boleh naik motor tak?’ my hubby suggested.
‘Eh..! maner boleh, kalau bersalin macam maner?’ I resented.
I called for taxi, and I was asked to wait at void deck, and to take whichever taxi that arrived Block 103 #10-436 Bedok Reservoir Road, Singapore 460103.
‘To KK hospital, uncle’
We reached KK within minutes, as the roads were deserted.
I was whisked to a registration counter, as I was not in the emergency state. Hahaha got to fill in form first, ok.
I was whisked to the labour ward and bid farewell to my hubby with mixed feeling which I am unable to describe, whether it is sad or happy. Only God knows that feeling and I am sure all mothers will go through such a state as I am. Will I be able to see him (my hubby) or my baby or the world? I patrah to Allah for He who knows the future of his followers.
A doctor; I think a Houseman, did a check up and told me that my cervix is not open yet.
“Good morning! You seemed relax’ Dr Mariama George came in the morning with her cheerful smile. Oh oh, once again, she did a checkup and confirmed my cervix is not open yet.
‘Well, you have to be transferred to the normal ward, as your cervix is yet to open, and we will monitor you’
Zooomm…. I was sent to the normal ward to wait.
Subhan came everyday after work and went home after breaking fast as it was the end of Ramadhan. Nobody visited me, not even my mother. Does not she care for me? Don’t she felt the same mixed feeling when she was about to give birth? Whatever it is, she is still my mother. My waiting days are over when finally my mother father came to visit me. I was already in pain due to contraction every ten minutes and bleeding. According to the nurse, it will take a long time to give birth as this is my first birth.
6th May 1988, the day Dr Mariama George decided to induce my birth due to bleeding and I am already overdue. My estimated due date was on 1st May 1988. Dr Mariama insereted a pill into my vagina to force open the cervix. It was inserted after afternoon tea at 4.00pm. After that time no food was allowed as I need to be prepared to deliver the next morning. I was wheeled to the labour ward and to wait for my delivery that very day. Waiting, waiting and continue to wait. I lost touch of time, as the clock in my ward was on the other side of bed and my view was blocked.
I kept having contractions which is bearable when I heard a mother-to-be was wheeled into the ward on the outer side of the bed.
‘Push, push, push’ that was what I heard and suddenly…. Silence….followed by cracking sound of baby’s cries.
‘Wow….that easy to give birth’ that was what I told myself and made me prepared and looked forward for the moment.
Oh oh…my contractions has becomes unbearable and I asked to see Dr Mariama. She came and I told her that I prefer to go for caesarian. ‘No no’ she said and ordered oxygen tank to be in my ward. I was asked to inhale the oxygen and deep as possible and I will not feel the contractions which put me to sleep with the oxygen mask. Suddenly I was awake that I felt I urinated while sleeping. Dr Mariama was there and she told me it is ok, as it was my water bag burst. Suddenly I felt like shiting and she told me go ahead. But nothing came out!
I pushed and pushed………..’You are a lousy pusher, Awara’ said Dr Mariama.
‘I did push!’ I retaliated.
‘You are not pushing the right way; you are pushing on the top where your face turned red and not pushing the bottom’
‘Come on, push as if you are about to shit’
‘I did!’
“Push! Awara you have to push very hard, as your baby is already berak, and it will be dangerous for you” hahaha that is what my gynecologist Dr Mariama George. I knew she is only threatening me to push harder. I do not blamed her, as that was the tactic to motivate you to push. I came to know about such tactic was when I such ‘Your baby already berak”. Anyway, it if is dangerous for me, she would be hell of panic instead of continuing to coax me to push harder.
I was quite sometime I still unable to deliver. I was asked to sign an agreement form for caesarian and I was wheeled to the operation theater. On my way there, I really felt something is about to come out of me, I pushed and pushed but nothing.
In the operation theater, I dared not look around it, as I was terribly scared to look and I just shut my eyes only looking upward to the thousand lights in the theater.
‘ok, let give a last chance, you must push very very hard’
A nurse was standing on my head and trying to console me to relax.
Two nurses on my side, trying to push my baby downward. They were trying to help me while I pushed and pushed and pushed.
Dr Mariama did a forcep (like a thong like instrument inserted to my vagina, to grab the baby’s head and assist in the pushing by pulling the baby down.
I thanked God for His miracle that He gave me, by sending someone to help me in giving birth. Nurses and doctor who had assisted in my delivery. The feeling was the best feeling every mother felt, a feeling that I was unable to describe and a feeling that only mothers can feel. 7.24am 7th May 1988 /20hb Ramadhan 1408 I was declared a MOTHER!!!
My daughter was born on the last week of Ramadhan and may she bring happiness to the family, to her religion, country and herself.
Thank you Allah for the gift that you gave me, and I promised to be the best mother a mother can be and to look after your amanah here and after, Insyallah, Amin.
‘It is a girl’ a nurse told me showing my baby’s private part. But I was not able to see or focus as I was dreadfully exhausted and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably. At the same time, I was alarmed as I have yet to hear my baby’s cries.
‘Oh Allah, I prayed to you that no harm befall on my baby’
Suddenly a very weak soft baby’s cries came…. ‘Alhamdullillah’
After stitching, I was wheeled to the labour ward again, as they need to observe me for any complications.
It was around 1.00pm that I managed to see my new born daughter. A sad thing to happen when the whole family got to see her first where I was the last person to see her.
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