Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to Nur Alya,
Happy Birthday to you.
I just can’t believe it. My eldest daughter turns 4 today. Wow!! That is fast. Time really flies. I was in my 3rd year when I got pregnant. Yupp.. I am still studying when I carry Alya inside me. Thank goodness, she was a very good baby. She did not give me any trouble during the 9 months. Of course, I had some ‘morning sickness’ but that was it. I mean, I could still go for a holiday in Wales when I was 8 months pregnant. All in all, thank to God I was healthy. Syukur, Alhamdulillah!!
I delivered her 2 weeks after my final exams. I still remember, I was 9 months pregnant when I had to do my thesis presentation… hahah.. Imagine me, with a big tummy presenting my project in front of 4 lecturers. Yet, my supervisor said that my presentation was good & professional.. hehe.. thank you very much, Sir (Mr. Brian Warboys – UOM). I really thought that I couldn’t survive my exams, but hey! Alya was a good kid… she actually waited for her mom to finish her finals..
21st June 2001 is the expected day for me to deliver. 17th June my parents and my younger brother came to Manchester. I was really happy because my mother will be around for my first baby and their first granddaughter (They already have 5 grandsons at that time).
The second day their there, my hubby was working and so, I drove them to Old Trafford Stadium, Trafford Center and so forth. Until the 3rd day, when I was supposed to do my next tour spree, I noticed ‘blood stain’ on my undies that morning. I quickly tell my mother. She warned me that this means the baby is about to come out. Everybody had to stay home that day. I was so nervous knowing that there’s already a sign but I am still good and I don’t feel any pain yet. At that moment, I was just so scared not knowing how the pain is going to be like.
Most of the time, I lie down on my bed quietly waiting for the pain to come by when the rest of the family is happily watching television in the living room. At midnight, I start feeling pain at my back. The pain come and goes every time. I was not sure whether this is what you called ‘contractions’. I told my mother about the pain and she told me to go to the hospital. But, in my head I was told by the doctor, only go to the hospital if the contraction is every 5 minutes. I called the hospital and talk to one of the nurses and told her what I felt. The nurse told me to come. She needs to do some checking since I wasn’t sure at all and this is my first time.
My parents and my hubby send me to St. Mary’s Hospital that night. The nurse then asked me to relax because she wants to check my openings. I mean, how do I relax myself when she wants to put her fingers in me..??? Anyways, she finally got what she wanted, and the result was I am 2 cm dilated (The amount the cervix has opened in preparation for childbirth). The nurse, hooked me up to the monitor and the baby’s heart was beating just fine and according to the nurse, Mommy has a very happy baby inside there. The baby is so active.
I could hear from the other room, somebody is in labor. I heard her screaming saying that she was in pain and she cannot stand it. She shouted “Take it out from me. Please, can’t you just pull it from me?”. The shouting and yelling probably lasted for half an hour. I was so petrified. I mean, HELLO!!! I am also waiting for my turn to be in labor. Good lord, this scares me. The nurse then told my husband that I have to be warded because I am dilating and I can be in labor anytime soon. However, since the ward was full, we did not manage to get a single room so, I have to share and to share means, my hubby is not allowed to be there. Darn it!!
My hubby and parents went back to the house. The nurse promise to call, once anything starts to happen. Okay, as if that will soothe me. I definitely want my hubby to be around. Then, I was lying alone on the bed. I had nothing to do but sleep. At about 4 or was it 5 am (I cannot remember), I heard a loud thud. Pomp!!! Suddenly, there’s a lot of water coming out from me. I was like, my water-broke??? I panicked and called the nurse. And to my horror, the nurse just passed me some pads. Dumbfounded, just took the pad and hurried to the toilet. I recall one of the midwife from the Lamaze class mentioned that I need to start worry once my water-broke. So, how come the nurse ignored me?
Shortly, I felt really painful on my back. I had to hold the bed frame for support. I told the nurse that my contractions are getting stronger. Instead, she asked me whether I want painkiller. I said, no thank you. I think I am still OK.
Then, at about 6 am, I am not quite sure whether she is a nurse or a midwife, I was seated on the wheelchair and she pushed me to the labor room. She told me that she already informed my family and my hubby is on his way.
In the lift, I already felt kind of weird. I felt like pushing. I told the nurse/midwife that I felt like pushing. She just kept quiet and quickly pushed me to the available labor room. She asked me to climb up the bed. I couldn’t move. I felt like if I were to move, the baby is coming out. She told me to climb up when I feel relax and I don’t feel like pushing. Here goes nothing. Up to the bed, I did.
Out of the blue, I saw my hubby rushing to the room. Thank goodness he makes it. I would’ve gone mad if he’s not there. The nurse/midwife checked on me and she said that I am fully dilated. I can start pushing anytime I want. So, here goes… the first push, the head was out, the second push the baby’s totally out and finally, the last push was the placenta.
Probably, I was shocked of the delivery being too fast because I shivered afterwards. Then, I saw my mother coming in and, later it was my father joining the crowd. 7:07 am on 20th June 2001, Nur Alya was born in St. Mary’s Hospital, Manchester, United Kingdom.
And, guys… to this I wrap up my ‘story’ of the day. I wanted to write more… but, probably next episode. Heh!
Happy Birthday Sayang.
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