Happy birthday my dearest lil' one. I have decided to document the process so that when he grows up and ask, I would have something to fall back on lest I forget the bits and pieces of the day he arrives.
Upon hearing from the Gynae that I was ready to pop anytime, I feasted on all kinds of food for fear that confinement will be torturous. It started yesterday evening with mild contractions which I put aside as Braxton Hicks. Bearable. However, it lasted the whole night till 3+ in the morning and we decided to time the contractions.
15mins interval...10mins interval...8 mins interval.. should we go to the Hospital? We wanted to wait for 5mins interval before grabbing the bags. We were almost near the hospital when the contractions stopped. Hence, we made a U-turn back home. Lo and behold, it started all over again, this time with a greater intensity when I was about to alight the car. Drove all the way back and was admitted to the delivery ward as I couldn't even stand straight when the contractions came.
It was about 6am when we were admitted. 2 cm dilated and all ready for labour. Epidural is really the best medicine invention ever, side effects aside. The 8hrs dilation process was almost painless because of it. The actual pushing is another story. I have never used so much strength my whole life. Blame it on my unhealthy lifestyle of not exercising after marriage. 1hr odd of pushing and out came Tyler.
Tyler was so lil', he seems so fragile when I held on to him. My first experience carrying a baby. He didn't cry when i held on to him, eyes wide opened, he looked at us. Yes, we are officially parents from this moment. Life changing indeed, what's there ahead?
Let my maternal instinct kick in.
