Finally, Part 3!
If you need a recollection of what happened previously, you can click here for Part 1 & here for Part 2.
Moving on to Part 3....
Upon reaching the counter at the ward area, the staff nurse congratulated me & verified my identification. I was then wheeled to Ward 81, Bed 17 while they brought my boy to the nursery.
Transferred to the bed with a lot of assistance from the nurse & Mr. J because the aftermath of stitching is starting to surface.
Was told that they needed to take 2 rounds of urine sample - one using a bed pan on the bed, another is on the bed pan, but in the restroom. Was instructed that I am not allowed to walk unassisted for 6 hours after delivery.
Mr. J was all set to sleep beside me since we reached the ward around 4am, but was told that he needed to head home. Lul. Tu laaa, tanak amek A1 class type kan hahahhaha. I kid. :p
The pain of stitching is truly a test seh. I can't reach out for items that were even within 1m radius and had to ask for help. I had to call for help each time I needed something. I felt really handicapped.
But the nurses there were really nice. Alhamdulillah. My first toilet visit was assisted by this Malay nurse who was really gentle. She supported me while I tried to get down from the bed and walked me to the restroom. She didn't even rush me one bit and told me to take my time.
"How long will this pain of stitching last eh?", I asked her.
"Around 3 to 4 weeks..."
I paused, feeling very "fikiran".....looked down at the dry floor tiles of the restroom, and let out a huge sigh.
"*sigh*.......Tanak beranak lagi".
She smiled and comforted me and say that it will get better over time.
That was how I felt at that point of time. I really hated the aftermath of episiotomy. According to Dr. Liu, the stitches are dissolvable (read that it will dissolve by Week 3 postpartum). But can it be dissolved like now now and save me from all these misery?! Haaa.
But anyway, I have to share this miracle of a product.
Epi Kool Pak. This thing is truly God-sent, I tell you! It works like an "ice-pack" to cool your perinium area after vaginal delivery. Works like charm. I even bought 2 boxes from the Pharmacy for home use after I was discharged. Barang baik. It's a MUST have. Note to self if I decide to have a second one. (Eh.....baru cakap tanak beranak lagi. Hwaaahhh....)
I was then brought to rest & it felt like I hadn't slept for ages.......only to be awaken soon after.
"Hello Mummy. Time for baby's feed".
My colostrum has not kicked in yet so the Malay nurse taught me on ways to massage and express. Another unpleasant experience. Remember my latching exercise in the labour ward? I think this time, it was more painful. The stinging sensation of your nips being pulled - made me want to surrender and give up breastfeeding there and then. I was very frustrated with myself.
The Malay nurse motivated me, "Dia memang sakit. Tapi tahan k", as she helped me express the colostrum. I pressed my lips shut and endured the pain. Kept on reciting supplications while at it. Macam over, tapi betul betul sakit.
The nurses & lactation consultant there practise breastfeeding using the football hold style. Every time I breastfeed, I perspired so badly as I tried my best to make him latch and when he managed to do so, he bite - SO. SO. HARD.
Note: Every time the baby's gum bite your nips instead of sucking it, it means he/she didn't latch on properly yet. So you have to re-latch and hope your baby manages to latch on properly. it happens occasionally.
I didn't wanna continue. I felt like a bad Mummy to tap him away gently each time because it was so painful. I ended up with cracked, sore & bleeding nips. I even told Mr. J that I don't wanna breastfeed.
My inner self went, "You giving up too easily lah, girllll"
He reminded me of the big big pahala of menyusukan anak, so I tried again. I tried to endure. Applied the nipple cream I packed in my hospital bag but didn't really work.......
...because each time my nips are left to rest & recover, it's time for his next feed. *inserts heavily crying emoticon*
During my night stay in the hospital, each time I hear the door of the ward open & sound of the wheels streaming in, I prayed a little that it's not my boy coming in for a feed. Yes, guilty for feeling like so. :( But that's how much I fear breastfeeding.
Other than that, food for me was extremely great. So sedap. :p
Speaking of which, everytime I wanted to have my breakfast/lunch/dinner, time tu jugak dia nak his feed... Had to go beast mode/stop eating & quickly attend to my new big boss.
There was once, I was about to have my breakfast when he started crying. Couldn't move much as the stinging pain of stitching could still be felt. Pressed the call bell but nurse wasn't available.
Despite the stinging pain, I lifted my butt off the bed, dragged myself, moved inch by inch, tried to stand up, nevermind the struggle and pain, went to my son & carried him up.....while eating.
The big boss wanted his Mummy to carry him rupanya. Chet.
But I guess that's what defines a mother's love. I have read some postpartum stories of mummies who went through c-section & forced their way down to walk to their newborn. Plus mummies who went through c-section can't walk unassisted within 3 days - at least that was what I heard.
This love - It's the kind of love I never knew I'm capable of giving. Maybe that's why they say a mother's love is unconditional eh?
Tiba-tiba this post is becoming sappy lah pulak haha.
So anyway, I was discharged on the 26th, at 1pm together with the big boss. Alhamdulillah.
We were given a gift bag from the hospital with lots of freebies & baby's gift box from Uniqlo. No flatlays of it because errr... Mummy penat from #mummyduties :/
Motherhood is a new thing altogether. Still trying to sink in into reality that I'm already a mother of one. Being a wife is one, but a mother? It's a whole new different level. Still learning the art of motherhood & that is putting another person's interest before yourself - in this case, is definitely my son's interest. No matter how tired, no matter how painful, no matter how sick you are...your child comes first.
Agaknya this is how mothers are eh? *tears in eyes*
Oklah oklah, to bring you away from all the sappiness of this entry hehe, Insya'Allah I'll be sharing what I packed in my hospital bag vs what I actually used during my hospital stay & what I bought after I was discharged for baby's needs/postpartum recovery. Hoping it will act as a reference for me next time (masih eh "next time"? Niat tu penting. Hahahahahah) so I don't over/under pack.
Uh-oh, back to #mummyduties to my big boss, Mr. Adriaan Shariq.
If you need a recollection of what happened previously, you can click here for Part 1 & here for Part 2.
Moving on to Part 3....
Upon reaching the counter at the ward area, the staff nurse congratulated me & verified my identification. I was then wheeled to Ward 81, Bed 17 while they brought my boy to the nursery.
Transferred to the bed with a lot of assistance from the nurse & Mr. J because the aftermath of stitching is starting to surface.
Was told that they needed to take 2 rounds of urine sample - one using a bed pan on the bed, another is on the bed pan, but in the restroom. Was instructed that I am not allowed to walk unassisted for 6 hours after delivery.
Mr. J was all set to sleep beside me since we reached the ward around 4am, but was told that he needed to head home. Lul. Tu laaa, tanak amek A1 class type kan hahahhaha. I kid. :p
The pain of stitching is truly a test seh. I can't reach out for items that were even within 1m radius and had to ask for help. I had to call for help each time I needed something. I felt really handicapped.
But the nurses there were really nice. Alhamdulillah. My first toilet visit was assisted by this Malay nurse who was really gentle. She supported me while I tried to get down from the bed and walked me to the restroom. She didn't even rush me one bit and told me to take my time.
"How long will this pain of stitching last eh?", I asked her.
"Around 3 to 4 weeks..."
I paused, feeling very "fikiran".....looked down at the dry floor tiles of the restroom, and let out a huge sigh.
"*sigh*.......Tanak beranak lagi".
She smiled and comforted me and say that it will get better over time.
That was how I felt at that point of time. I really hated the aftermath of episiotomy. According to Dr. Liu, the stitches are dissolvable (read that it will dissolve by Week 3 postpartum). But can it be dissolved like now now and save me from all these misery?! Haaa.
But anyway, I have to share this miracle of a product.
Epi Kool Pak. This thing is truly God-sent, I tell you! It works like an "ice-pack" to cool your perinium area after vaginal delivery. Works like charm. I even bought 2 boxes from the Pharmacy for home use after I was discharged. Barang baik. It's a MUST have. Note to self if I decide to have a second one. (Eh.....baru cakap tanak beranak lagi. Hwaaahhh....)
I was then brought to rest & it felt like I hadn't slept for ages.......only to be awaken soon after.
"Hello Mummy. Time for baby's feed".
My colostrum has not kicked in yet so the Malay nurse taught me on ways to massage and express. Another unpleasant experience. Remember my latching exercise in the labour ward? I think this time, it was more painful. The stinging sensation of your nips being pulled - made me want to surrender and give up breastfeeding there and then. I was very frustrated with myself.
The Malay nurse motivated me, "Dia memang sakit. Tapi tahan k", as she helped me express the colostrum. I pressed my lips shut and endured the pain. Kept on reciting supplications while at it. Macam over, tapi betul betul sakit.
The nurses & lactation consultant there practise breastfeeding using the football hold style. Every time I breastfeed, I perspired so badly as I tried my best to make him latch and when he managed to do so, he bite - SO. SO. HARD.
Note: Every time the baby's gum bite your nips instead of sucking it, it means he/she didn't latch on properly yet. So you have to re-latch and hope your baby manages to latch on properly. it happens occasionally.
I didn't wanna continue. I felt like a bad Mummy to tap him away gently each time because it was so painful. I ended up with cracked, sore & bleeding nips. I even told Mr. J that I don't wanna breastfeed.
My inner self went, "You giving up too easily lah, girllll"
He reminded me of the big big pahala of menyusukan anak, so I tried again. I tried to endure. Applied the nipple cream I packed in my hospital bag but didn't really work.......
...because each time my nips are left to rest & recover, it's time for his next feed. *inserts heavily crying emoticon*
During my night stay in the hospital, each time I hear the door of the ward open & sound of the wheels streaming in, I prayed a little that it's not my boy coming in for a feed. Yes, guilty for feeling like so. :( But that's how much I fear breastfeeding.
Other than that, food for me was extremely great. So sedap. :p
Speaking of which, everytime I wanted to have my breakfast/lunch/dinner, time tu jugak dia nak his feed... Had to go beast mode/stop eating & quickly attend to my new big boss.
There was once, I was about to have my breakfast when he started crying. Couldn't move much as the stinging pain of stitching could still be felt. Pressed the call bell but nurse wasn't available.
Despite the stinging pain, I lifted my butt off the bed, dragged myself, moved inch by inch, tried to stand up, nevermind the struggle and pain, went to my son & carried him up.....while eating.
The big boss wanted his Mummy to carry him rupanya. Chet.
But I guess that's what defines a mother's love. I have read some postpartum stories of mummies who went through c-section & forced their way down to walk to their newborn. Plus mummies who went through c-section can't walk unassisted within 3 days - at least that was what I heard.
This love - It's the kind of love I never knew I'm capable of giving. Maybe that's why they say a mother's love is unconditional eh?
Tiba-tiba this post is becoming sappy lah pulak haha.
So anyway, I was discharged on the 26th, at 1pm together with the big boss. Alhamdulillah.
We were given a gift bag from the hospital with lots of freebies & baby's gift box from Uniqlo. No flatlays of it because errr... Mummy penat from #mummyduties :/
Motherhood is a new thing altogether. Still trying to sink in into reality that I'm already a mother of one. Being a wife is one, but a mother? It's a whole new different level. Still learning the art of motherhood & that is putting another person's interest before yourself - in this case, is definitely my son's interest. No matter how tired, no matter how painful, no matter how sick you are...your child comes first.
Agaknya this is how mothers are eh? *tears in eyes*
Oklah oklah, to bring you away from all the sappiness of this entry hehe, Insya'Allah I'll be sharing what I packed in my hospital bag vs what I actually used during my hospital stay & what I bought after I was discharged for baby's needs/postpartum recovery. Hoping it will act as a reference for me next time (masih eh "next time"? Niat tu penting. Hahahahahah) so I don't over/under pack.
Uh-oh, back to #mummyduties to my big boss, Mr. Adriaan Shariq.
Ma shaa Allah... Ive read all 3 posts and you made me tear up! I am 34weeks now and all that is on my mind is how my delivery would be. I can only pray that I will have similar strength as you to be positive only and not give up. Thank you for the descriptive posts!
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