Friday, February 09, 2018

Kid Six

Contractions became regular at ten minute intervals on Wednesday 24 January 2018. I was at work and went to an important client meeting to handover the work to colleagues. When I got home the mucus plug was seen to be shedding, and I thought birth would likely happen early morning the next day.

Come Thursday, contractions were still very tolerable at the same ten minute intervals. I didn't think it was a good idea to go to the office so I stayed home waiting, until nearly noon. As the contractions were not getting any more intense or closer, I decided to go for my eyelash extension appointment at Devonshire Eye Design, the branch at Tras Street. After that, the contractions were still the same, so I went for a pedicure at the usual Tanjong Pagar Nail Palace.

Things finally started to heat up at around 3am on Friday morning. The intervals became six minutes apart as the day wore on, and by noontime the contractions were intense enough that I had to stop to get through them. Sean had gone over to my parents' place to help them with the final packing for the movers coming that afternoon, and I had him come back after lunch to take me to hospital.

We got there a little after 2pm and I was found to be already 5cm dilated. They called Dr Yvonne Lim to put in the epidural, which she did very quickly. Dr Paul Tseng came at about 3pm to check on me and asked if I wanted to burst the water bag to speed things up. After Matthew's experience, which ended in a c-section for "failure to progress" despite breaking the water bag, I declined.

Sean and I were napping when Dr Paul came by again after 5pm, presumably when his clinic had ended. He asked again if we wanted to break the water bag. Then he checked and realised that the baby had already descended and was just waiting to be pushed out! I didn't feel any urge to push, and wasn't in any pain although I could still move my legs. These were put up in stirrups while Dr Paul and two nurses, one on each side, guided me to push when the monitor showed a contraction. I was asked to hold my breath and then push. The first push would do something but the second failed to deliver. We tried this a few times until the nurse on my right noticed that I was releasing my breath as I pushed. They told me to hold my breath in so that the air in my lungs would push down on the diaphragm to help push baby out. So I did that instead and this time the second push continued to have enough force and the head was delivered. After that Dr Paul said to just relax and with the next contractions the body was gently eased out and I had no tears at all.

Born on Friday 26 January 2018 at 5.27pm, 2.93kg, 48cm long, head circumference 33 (or something like that).

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Inviting Waters

As we drove past the clean, high water of the container terminal at Keppel, I couldn't help saying, "Look, kids! The water is so green and beautiful! I feel like jumping in!"

We went on our way and eventually passed by the container terminal at Pasir Panjang. Andrew said, "Look, mommy, the water is so green and beautiful! You can jump there!"

One hundred dollars

Going to Waterway Point, Rachel announced, "I have one hundred dollars."

I exclaimed, "You brought one hundred dollars?"

Her reply, "No, more!"

Who's not sleeping?

At 10:30 pm one night, Andrew started shouting "Aunty! Aunty!" from his room.

S went to check on him, telling him, "Aunty is sleeping! Go to sleep! Everyone is sleeping!"

Andrew retorted, "Except you!"

Monday, April 24, 2017

Sunday 13 November 2016

The day began well with Matthew receiving the Sacrament of Confirmation at the 11am Mass at St. Anne's Church. All the grandparents were there, as well as my brother and his family. Everyone came to our place for a pizza lunch. The kids watched tv, played games, and some of the girls went to the playground, including Rachel. She came home crying, saying she had felt dizzy and had hit her head against the wall on her way home. She went in for a nap, as had Andrew who was surprisingly amenable to it. He must have been well tired out!

When our guests had left and it neared dinner time, Sophie and I went to the coffeeshop to get food for the kids, while Sean and I would go out for dinner as we usually did of a Sunday night. When we stepped back into the house, I heard Sean calling out, "Rachel is not well! Rachel is not well!"

I wondered what it could be as I went to the bedroom. Sean was carrying her and she was convulsing, her head and limbs twisted leftwards. She had also vomited and it was altogether frightening to see her like that. We quickly had Matthew call for the ambulance while we washed her down in the bathroom, Sean carrying her the whole time and the convlusions not stopping. She continued to be unresponsive to our calls, although at one time while dressing her they stopped briefly and I was afraid that she had choked on the vomit and was oxygen deprived and slowly fading away. I desperately called out to her to stay with me while frantically dressing her, and carried her down to wait for the ambulance which had drawn up and was just unloading the stretcher. They loaded it right back and Sean laid Rachel down in the back while I went and sat in front with the driver.

The ambulance made its way quickly to KKH through the rain and darkening sky. Cars tried their best to move aside as we bore down on them, our sirens blaring and wipers beating frantically from side to side. They gave Rachel a dose of anti-seizure medication in the ambulance and she finally calmed down after about ten minutes. The rest of the way she was completely knocked out and we prayed silently, for her to be well again, and for us to be able to accept whatever would come.

At the hospital they found that her lungs were clear and vital signs seemed normal. She was moved to the high dependency ward for monitoring and we eventually went home to get some sleep as we couldn't do anything more for her that night as she was already sedated from the seizure medication, and even after the sedation wore off, she would have gone into her normal night time sleep.

The next morning we went back to the hospital to find her sitting up in bed! I rushed over and held her close, and she was completely unfazed by the whole incident. It was like nothing had happened. She was cheerful and chatty, telling us that she was surprised to wake up and find herself in hospital. She couldn't remember anything beyond having gone to the playground.

They let her go home after observing her over another night. No follow-up medication, although they did give us some stand-by seizure medication which we have thankfully not ever had to use.

What a scare.

One Person

S took Rachel and Andrew to wash the car with him, and the two started fighting over who would put the coin into the water dispensing machine at the washing bay.

S told them that only one person could put in the coin, and they would have to sort it out.

Andrew immediately put up his hand and said, "I am one person!"

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Drewby

I asked Andrew what he would like to be called when he grows up. Andy? Drew? Drewby? (that's my pet name for him)

"Drewby!"

I couldn't resist asking, "Who calls you that?"

"You la!"

Smelly

Andrew wanted me to wind down the car windows on the way home from his Chinese class.

I told him it wasn't a good thing to do as the road was full of exhaust fumes, the exhaust was unhealthy, and also smelly.

He said, "When you smell smelly things, when you smell my toes, you'll be smelly right?"

Dino Drinker

Reading his dinosaur picturebook with his daddy, Andrew asked, "Why the coelophysis drink from the swimming pool?" It was depicted drinking from a pond.

Sean asked him, "How should it drink?"

Andrew replied, "From a cup!"

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

From The Mouth Of Babes

Sean had taken Andrew and his Maxi Micro scooter to the nearby Punggol Waterway, a nice place for jogging and cycling.

As one lady ran towards them, Andrew pointed at her and asked loudly, "Why some people take off their clothes?" She was wearing a sports bra and shorts.

I guess it's really not very different from the situation in Hans Christian Andersen's "The Emperor's New Clothes," except it's now called 'fashion.'