Wednesday, 16 August 2017

My delivery experience rience in Hospital Sg Buloh

Alhamdulillah! I have delivered a healthy heavy baby boy on the 07/08/2017 at 13:47 with a whooping weight of 4.65kg under c-section (due to the weight of the baby). And we named him Arkan Mikhael Hazer.

So, basically this post is to ask all of the readers out there (which i know i dont have many) , to share my experience of my delivery at a government hospital, Sg Buloh which i personally chose as the hospital of my choice due to reasons being close to home, and wanting a "normal delivery"- which rumor has it most private hospitals will always opt for c-secrion, and of course  the main factor, cost savy! Hey!!!! I pay taxes and this is when i claim my rightfully paid money.

At first, i was indeed impressed with the facilities as it was airconditioned, clean, with friendly nurses and doctors. I was feeling all confident and was taken by surprise at how people always look down on government hospital. Trust me! It is good. Very indeed. However, would I recommend a government hospital to future moms? NO! And this is why i need everyones help to repost or spread this as far as it can go so changes  can happen.

After my delivery, i was in so much pain. I cant explain the amount of pain i was having. Moms out there would be able to understand what i mean. I was drowsy from my buse since i had an emergency c-section. The first night was not too bad as i cant recall anything as I mentioned i was drowsy and high.

At 6am next morning, i saw my baby being rolled in next to me by the nurse and she left my baby there for me. At 6.15am another nurse came in and removed my urine bag attached to me and told me to go to the toilet and clean myself up immediately but to do it later on if i still feel drowsy. I tried getting up. I couldnt. So i lay back in bed looking at my beautiful baby. And suddenly he started to cry. I panicked. How am i gonna get up and get him, i tried! It hurts too much to even stand. And plus my drowsiness. He cried even louder louder louder and i just panicked. The kind roommate opposite my bed came over (she was pending for her c-section in a couple of days) and lifted my baby and brought to my bed for me to feed. Then i realized i was bleeding on the bed heavily. I had not put on any sanitary pad. As i could not walk to the bathroom as ordered by the nurse.

I told the kind lady if she could watch him while i went to the  bathroom to clean myself. I forced myself up,walked in drowsiness. Cleaned myself up. Removed the bedsheets. Sat back in bed, took my baby from her and fed him. Inside i was crying with pain and agony. He slept. I got up with struggle due to the pain from my stiches. And lifted myslef to his bed and placed him down gently and walked back to my bed and lifted myself up on the bed. Oh what pain it was.

Basically, i was there 3 days and all days i had to do it all alone. Apparently, spouses are not allowed to assist wives during the day. Only during visiting hours. This is where i wish to get the message across.

Women go through 9 months of pregnancy, and endure all the pain alone! They go through the labour, the delivery, the cutting, the stiching etc. The least the apouse can do is assist the wive when the baby arrives. But with the stupid absurd rule in government hospitals where no one is allowed unless  during visiting hours which are 12.30-2pm and 4.30-7.30pm, does not bring much help to the woman who are in terrible pain and in desperate need of help.

This rule should be abolished. Spouse or at least one parent should be allowed to stay all day from maybe 8am to 10pm with their wives or child who is clearly not capable of doing all on their own that fast. What is the government trying to say? Women should do everything on their own? And the men come and go as visitors? I literally cried every day there. In pain and suffer. I needed help in carrying the baby , in someone passing me the baby when he wanted milk. To put him back in his crib. For someone to look after him when i need to use the bathroom.

That's what our spouse should be doing. Not be coming by as visitors!!!! This is bull load of crap! Women have to do it all? To the government hospitals in Malaysia and to this silly rule you have, please do something about it. This is not the right way! Men should be as equally responsible as the ladies when she had just given him a baby. No one is suggesting for you to allow spouses to stay overnight! But allow spouses to come and go in the day as they please until a certain maximum time limit of the night.

Please help me spread this so we can create awareness in this matter. I faced it all alone and as for a first time mother, i would like to say this is not how we should educate the future men.

Friday, 31 March 2017

Chapter 2 : The 2nd House From the Left (Part 1)

It was the day after our reception. Fresh from a goodnights rest, with pleased tummies after a magnificent buffet spread at the hotel, we happily checked out the honeymoon suite and headed to our new crib we would call home, where new memories would be created.  I still remember the day we pulled up to the porch in our cute lil ride. Unloading our luggage from the hotel. We stood at the entrance grinning from one end to the other looking at each other, ready to embark on this new journey as newlyweds. You see, we have been in a relationship for 6 years before we tied the knot. Imagine the enthusiasm  we felt to take this new journey as Mr. & Mrs.  Unlocking the door , we gave out a loud call of  “Assalamualaikum” as we stepped into our home, in the heart of Kuala Lumpur.

The house was huge, with no furniture. We haven’t managed to furnish the place up. So on day 1, we decided to just unpack our wardrobes (which thankfully was already built in), and chill with some music and rest out before we started our full day for furniture hunting the next. We had fun giggling, joking, chatting away about what we should buy and the arrangements, arguing on certain” rules” and regulations we set, and discussing on our hopes and dreams and goals for the future together. It was spectacular. Just him and me, on the hard marble floor, with junk food surrounding us, on a beautiful evening. This was how it was going to be for a while now. Him and me. *beam

It was the first night in this huge house. All alone with Ikhwan. With no bed. We only had my super single mattress which we dragged into the dining area since it was the only place that we felt not so open spaced. Safe. We were not ready to sleep upstairs just yet.  To be honest, deep down inside, I was extremely afraid to spend our first night there. Let me introduce the house to you.

It has been abandoned for the past 5 years. A massive bungalow with 4 bedrooms and 4 baths, 2 large kitchen areas, dining area and of course, the living room. Surrounded by gardens, circling the entire property. Yes! Everyone else thought the same. Just the two of us? In there? We got that a lot. But what you don’t know was, this place was no ordinary place. It was said by the neighbors to be a house with bizarre noises during the nights. Ikhwan & I were aware of the situation but somehow, we just fell in love with it and of course was not afraid of the “spookiness”. Also, this gorgeous property belonged to one of Ikhwan's uncle who gave us an extremely irresistible price to rent. How could we pass it up? But..... Now that I am writing this, it has got me wondering, “what the hell were we thinking!!!”

The first “incident” that took place in that house was just 3 days after we moved in. On the day of our house warming party. There were 2 rooms on the second floor which were locked from the inside. A joining room. We had the keys. However, strangely, it couldn’t be unlocked. Some might say scientifically, the lock must have rusted out or whatever, the assumptions are. So we called a handyman who is mom’s regular. He came over to break the lock out. Obviously, I stood and waited for it to be done as the master bedroom was just opposite the other joining rooms.

*Bang* *Bang* *Bang* finally the one door on the left opened. So instead of breaking the other door lock, the handyman walked into the room to unlock the other through the joining bathroom. Darn it! That was locked too. He started working on the other door. All that crossed my mind was the unnecessary money we would spend now to fix the other door knob. *LOL* . So again he banged the doorknob for it to open. *WOOOSH*  I felt a rush of really hot air across my face as he swung that door open. I almost fell down as the hot air somehow made me weak. The handyman turned over to me and asked if I was okay and I nodded and headed to the master room to wash my face. I speculated if he felt it too. I wanted to tell Ikhwan about it but then I decided not to. Eventually I did tell him. When things started getting stranger and weirder in that house.





Wednesday, 29 March 2017

Chapter 1 : Where it all began

 On my 29th Birthday, Ikhwan took me out for a wonderful romantic seafood dinner as he knows i have been craving for crabs for a while now. We had a spectacular dinner and of course dessert. As usual after dinner we would head home, change to our comfy outfits, put on a good movie on Netflix and cuddle.

December 10, 2016... celebration still not over. He brought me to lunch. Food was okay. both our first time trying there. Was not impressed at all. However, besides the point, i was feeling uneasy the entire day. I thought i was coming down with the stomach flu. Ikhwan blamed on the seafood the night before as usual saying i ate too fast and bla bla.

So anyway, long story short i didn't have any appetite for dinner so we stayed in and Ikhwan knew that was his opportunity to hit the gym. I was home alone and bored to death. Needed to pee so for the fun of it i thought to myself
"Let's just pee on a stick since i have like plenty of em' but don't get your hope high tazzy. it never happens for you. You're just pure bad luck."

So after i peed of course I waited to see. During these seconds my heart was already saying


"Ah just throw it away. You're wasting your bloody time." 

But part of me was eager and hoping for what my heart has always hoped for. And there it appeared. THE TWO PINK LINES THAT HAS NEVER APPEARED BEFORE ME FOR THE PAST 3 YEARS AND 9 MONTHS OF OUR MARRIAGE. I blinked and blinked and wondered. I called my younger sister Dianah and spoke to her about it. I didn't wanna call Ikhwan yet coz I didn't wanna disappoint him. For all i knew it could be me too obsessed for a positive that my eyes were playing tricks with my mind. 

So i sent Dianah a pic of the strip to ask her if she sees it too. But that lil brat didn't understand what 2 lines? she saw 3 lines. Hahahaah!!! I couldn't even depend on her! I told her forget it I will do another. SAME 2 PINK LINES APPEARED. I did another. And another! ALL POSITIVE.


I called Ikhwan and cried with panic in my voice told him what happened and that I had the last one of a digital by ClearBlue and I am certain that that would be 110% accurate. He stayed on the phone with me, it was calculating.... calculating....and then it appeared


PREGNANT 2-3 WEEKS

We were in shock. He wanted to come home immediately but I told him no just finish his workout coz he already took his supplements and it would be a waste  . I called mom who was out for dinner with dad and sister and her husband. Insisted she put me on loudspeaker and started crying announcing that I am pregnant. Also called my MIL and shared our news.

Ikhwan came home and the moment we had was just a time capsule capturing moment i don't know what that means either but you get me! 

After all these years, we were finally pregnant with an actual baby by me and him in me growing to be a real human to be ours to hold and play and love and grow with.





The many pregnancy strip and of course the digital one that confirmed it all. And our lil pooh bear at 5 weeks old. *tear*

29TH BIRTHDAY GIFT TO ME FROM THE ALMIGHTY






I AM BACK !! 

OLDER 
WISER
WITH MORE MISTAKES IN LIFE 
STRONGER  
AND FILLED WITH STORIES

AND I WILL DO IT ALL AGAIN!!!!!!!