Mommy's weight : 60.3kg (Weight gained: 16.3kg)
Baby's weight : 2.704kg
Was hospitalised again last week Thursday.
Dad's car met with an accident on our way back
from Gleneagles Medical Centre for my fetal check-up.
An idiotic cab driver 2 cars ahead of us jammed suddenly,
causing an emergency brake for both Dad's car and the van in front.
No vehicle was damaged at that point in time.
Less than a minute later,
a heavy vehicle that looks like a crane
bumped hard behind us.
Dad and I were shocked
as this was unexpected.
We were alright,
but the car's boot was badly hit.
Then it dawned upon me,
to check if my baby is alright.
I felt lost.
And I decided to take a cab back to my gynaecologist
to check my baby's well-being,
while Dad deal with those people responsible for that bump.
Much to my dismay,
baby was not okay.
The placenta was bleeding,
there were blood clogs.
Dr Tan ordered immediate hospital admission.
For the next 4 days,
I stayed at the hospital,
praying every day for everything to be alright.
Luckily everything went well,
Dr Tan then allow me to go home yesterday,
complete bed-rest again till I deliver.
I sometimes wonder why
so many misfortunate events have to happen
during my pregnancy,
while some people just breeze through theirs.
But deep down I know,
I should be thankful
that at the end of the day,
everyone is safe and sound.
Dear God,
thank you for watching over us.
Thank you.
Tuesday, October 09, 2012
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
The Wait
Can be a very frustrating process.
As much as I know that
little man can and should stay till at least 38 weeks,
the time when there's not much you can do,
is torturing.
There is only so much one can sleep and rest.
The rest of the time is spent
dwelling and worrying about issues post-pregnancy.
Little things start to have the ability arouse your emotions.
Broke my hairclip this afternoon due to my carelessness,
and I could literally feel depression sink in.
It is my only hairclip,
to clip up my head of hair
amidst of this humid and warm weather.
Now I have to buy a new one.
The thought of needing to go out and buy things,
makes me depress.
As much as I love to go out shopping at this point in time,
I feel tired just thinking about "purposeful" shopping.
These are very contradictary and complex thoughts and emotions.
I feel like a emotional freak
just thinking about my own thoughts and emotions these days.
Lucky for me,
hubby has been really understanding and accomodating;
I don't know how I can come so far if not for him.
The thought of what it is going to be like when little man comes out,
also keeps me slightly emotional.
On one hand,
I feel I can handle it.
I am normally quite good with babies,
and I feel I have the patience to slowly get all of us settled comfortably.
On the other hand,
I am worried that I might dip into depression post-natal,
since now my emotions are sometimes abit haywire,
and I cannot control my tears and thoughts.
A good friend, E told me to rest and relax during this period,
and not think too much.
She herself has just given birth this March,
and her baby has not been the easiest to take care of.
But she took it in her stride,
and now everything is slowly settling down.
I see her as a good example,
someone to look up to whenever I think too much.
Eventually we will get there.
Right, little man?
Even though Daddy and Mommy are inexperienced,
the three of us will try and learn to accomodate each other,
until we are all comfortably settled down into a routine.
Popo will also help us along the way.
As much as there are endless anxiety,
Daddy and Mommy look forward to give you big hugs and kisses,
and all the love we have.
We love you, little man.
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