The last day of 2007 January 31, 2008

His Jaundice is still at 12.5, not getting worse. So the doctor told us to pack our back. Off we go…

When we came home everyone was there waiting for us. Such a warm welcome from the big family.

He then needed feeding straight away. I was beyond panic but got him to drink my breastmilk finally for the first time, at home without help from the nurses.

Then it was better, I gained more and more confident.

We spent 24 hours in the bedroom and tv room upstairs. Food and drinks were brought up by the housekeeper. 

Tomorrow my husband will go back to Hong Kong. It will be me against the baby….

We spent midnight together, the 3 of us,  by chance because he was up and needed feeding.

Day 5 at 12.5 January 31, 2008

Day 5 we did the bloodtest on him after the day of formula. The result was at 12.5. The doctor suggested that he is safe to go and the Jaundice will go on its own.

We are not convinced and prefered to stay on for another day…………..

Day 4 Jaundice January 31, 2008

We were set to go home until the doctor saw him and said he might have Jaundice. She took the blood test and the result is that he has a very mild form of it, not even at 15 mark. He was at 11.  The doctor suspected that it might be because of my milk, so she interupted the breastmilk with formula.

Another day in the hospital…

Bring the big gun out! January 31, 2008

Jesus, I got so much milk out of a sudden!  I can do 2 ounces in every 3 hours.  He now been fed with my milk for every meal now.  I’m so happy.  We are going home soon, I’m sure..

Day 3 in the hospital January 31, 2008

Today they took all the attachment off him because he improved greatly. I tried to pump my breast for milk, only got half an ounce. I will keep trying for him. I began to love him more and more now. But still can not believe that he is my son. What a miracle.

Day 2 in the hospital January 31, 2008

Today I am free from all the attachment.  I then went down to see my son by foot which is a success in itself.  How could I be weak when my newborn had been a surviver. Already I had a lot to learn from him.  My wound is getting better by the minute.

The took the oxygen off my son today because of his own action. He decided that he had enough of this oxygen under his nose, he then tried to pull it out and cry in fustration. The nurse then took it out from him.  Almost free…..

Life after birth January 31, 2008

I spent the day waiting for the doctor to come to see me, dying for a drink more than anything. The wound made it so damn painful to cough, just like a knife cutting into my body everytime I moved and turned let along cough. It was a big deal getting up from bed. Two nurses came into top and tail me in the morning, infact they came in throughout the night to measure my temp. and my blood pressure.The doctor came sometime in the afternoon. I then asked my husband to wheel me down to see my son with drips and urine bag attached to me.

Normally I would be embarrassed to show my piss to the public but I want to see my son, I don’t care about anyone else.

I saw my son, my husband said he improved a lot since birth. But when I saw him he still had the drip and heartrate monitor attached to him. Not the best image and I didn’t know how I felt apart from so so sorry for him.  I felt like it was my bad to make him like this.  So sad, so guilty.

Drama after birth January 31, 2008

I was laying there in the separate room recovering from the birth. The nurse came in to tell me that my son had cord warped around his neck TWICE and sometime too tight for him.  He has to be in the NICU for observation. The doctor said the next 24 hours is vital (she didn’t tell me that, only told my husband and he told me after everything was fine).

I then went to the room, saaw all my family waiting for me there. I can not eat anything in the next 24 hours but I am so hungry and trusty indeed.  My husband will stay with me at the hospital.

I woke up att around 2am and saw my husband walked out of the room. I knew that he went to see the baby. I can not do much with all the drips and urine bag attached to my body.

I have not seen my son since 3.30pm.

Christmas Gift: A month too soon January 31, 2008

Christmas day has arrived.

I got loads of good presents this morning.  Something is bugging me still….my cold. I can not feel the baby moves but may be I am being paranoid.

I think I’m going to see my Ob again today after this morning and opening the presents.  I need to see him somehow…

My sister offered to drive us (my husband and I) to the hospital.

This time we went to see the OB and I told him the baby did not move for a day. He was alarmed I can see. Check the baby’s heart rate out and told me to go to scan.

Here we go, another scan with the same doctor last week.  The baby is fine but with cord around his neck. His assumption is the baby might be too big to move.

Back to see the OB. He convinced me that it is best to take the baby out. If the baby doesn’t move, that is enugh sign to take him out.

OH NOOOOO!  I refused, reluctant and rejected the idea. I don’t want to ruin my Christmas dinner for me and everyone else.  He wouldn’t let me go and finally I gave in….

I started shaking uncontrollably from then onwards, rather embarrassing for myself but I can not stop!  They wheel me into the waiting room to monitor the heartrate while waiting for 3pm , 6 hours from my breakfast.

I had to fill forms in bed. My husband was in and out. I was still caughing, of course.

3pm: they wheel me into the delivery room. All I was asking and focusing was where was my husband and will he know which room I was in.

Throughout the epidural, I was asking these questions repeatedly, shaking of course and very scared.  I never had any needle injected in me without my husband (except before I met him- then I had my mum’s hand to hold).  They had to inject something to calm me down otherwise they can not put the needle in me.

The doctor and my husband arrived almost the same time and he started working on  me almost straight away.

The baby wasn’t crying. I asked why and no one could answer my question.  He then cried. THANK GOD!  My husband was crying and I saw the baby, MY SON!

Week 36- not moving January 31, 2008

We had fondue last night with my sister’s family and my parents. Love it!

The next morning I noticed he was too quiet for my liking. I was on gmail to my husband and he told me to go see the OB. So I did.

In fact I went with my aunt who offered to come with me and met her intern student who is now a specialist in scanning (how do you call that?) as well as an OB.  We decided to have a scan and the baby is fine. The panic is over so we came home for a Korean Barbecue.

It must be the pill I took for my cold that makde him quiet down. The cold is still as bad as ever.