14 weeks pregnancy:
My holiday in Thailand was great although I only survived on fruits and vegetables.
Good news, in thai belief, they said if mother eats mainly fruits and vegetables it means the baby was an angel reborn. Again, I choose to believe that.
I didn’t want to come back to Hong Kong and certainly not wanting to continue my work notice of 3 weeks before I can leave my job.
Since we will arrive in Hong Kong late at night, I insisted and forced my husband not to load our bags and carried them on board with us so we can walk through the immigration and get on a taxi fast.
We arrived in Hong Kong airport about midnight. I needed to go to the toilet since the plane was about to land. I rushed to the first toilet I saw, with luck there was no queue. I felt a bit sore but as mentioned I was in a hurry to go home and go to bed. I turned around to flush the toilet, there was blood on the toilet seat and in the toilet itself.
God!I had to stay calm. We havn’t even gone through the immigration yet. More importantly how will I tell my husband. He will be destroyed if we lost the baby.
There wasn’t time to think but act. I went to my husband who was waiting for me in front of the toilet and said ‘please don’t panic, I’m bleeding’. He was as good as gold carried all the bags and let me find out the hospital to go to in Hong Kong.
We have never been to an hospital in Hong Kong but one name sprang to mind ‘Matilda hospital’. I heard of it as it is the best private hospital for mother and baby in Hong Kong.
My husband rushed to the front of the taxi queue and explained the situation to the traffic control staff who got us a taxi and tried to communicate the name of the hospital to the driver in chinese. The driver didn’t know where the hospital is but we told him the general area and told him to start the jouney fast.
I called my mum to wake her up and asked her to go on the internet to find the telephone number and address of the hospital. She was clever enough to woke my sister up to help her with the ‘Google’ business. Then we called the hospital and asked the nurse to tell the driver the address in chinese.
There were so many bends and curves we had to get through before we reach the hospital. It turns out that the hospital is on top of the peak. On the way there we stayed silent. I prayed for my baby but deep down feared for the worst.
I knew it. I’m not capable of being pregnant. It is all too good to be true.
The drama continued. We arrived at the hospital and three nurses were waiting for us. They were great, tried to calm me down and got a night doctor in to check on me.
The baby was alive and kicking THANK GOD! He ordered 2 injections and injection drops for me and for me to stay over night.
I am scarred of needles but had to be brave. The nurse was trying to insert the drop into me on the back of my hand for 10 minutes but failed. I was shaking so much by that time because of the pain and aftershock. My husband told them to stoped and give me time to calm down.
During that time he called my ob and asked her opinion. She said I don’t need to have any injection but come to her first thing.
I didn’t sleep that well but my husband snored away like anything. To cut the long story short (which is probably too late for that anyway), we went to see my ob and it turned out that it has nothing to do with the baby at all. I had cervical polyps!! 3cm. long to be exact.
The doctor cut it out there and then. I rested there for 15 minutes and came home. Good news is I can be off work for a week.