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Cynthia Kersey has been writing about Unstoppable People for over a decade and found that living an unstoppable life always involves giving. People who give and are involved in a purpose that is greater than themselves are the happiest people and live the richest and most meaningful lives imaginable...

(Thank you Abang Zu for sharing this...)

Sunday, April 17, 2011

3 pushes for Damascus!

I will never forget that Friday, 15 April 2005, when Damascus came into this world. I was 100kg and seriously could no longer fit behind the wheels of our kancil and kembara. And that Friday I was ngam-ngam 38 weeks, which was why I had made the appointment for induction.

Carrying Damascus was fun. The first few weeks I was binging on buah kedondong, 2-3kgs at a time and I just wanted salad, salad and more salad. But in the following weeks, I was gulping down 1-2lits of fresh milk everyday, spending my afternoons watching Sanay Wala Nang Wakas! And I loved cheese, meat, cakes and all good things. So, I really couldn't blame anyone or anything for my 100kg at fullterm! My vitals were all good, alhamdulillah, no sugar, no high blood, so I carried on happily.

I was nervous and anxious and scared that Friday, everytime thinking of the baby I'm about to deliver and about Esfahan, who was at home waiting for mommy. I remember telling darling husband, that if anything should happen to me during chidlbirth, he must take good care of Esfahan and this new baby, and tell them I love them. I wasn't scared for my life, but for the lives I wouldn't be able to care for...

I was induced at 7.30am and my contractions started within an hour or so. About 1.55pm Dr Jean Woo walked happily into the labour room in her scrubs and casually said, "Okay, it's time to push now." Oh sweet angel, Damascus was a huge one; we had known this from the ultra sounds, and though I was nervous, I just kept the faith. And true enough, drug free and gas free, pushing him was wuuuuuheeeeeee!!! At 2pm sharp, his head finally came out, phewh! Alhamdulillah... Then Dr Woo said, "Erm, please push again, coz his shoulders are stuck." Huh? What? Oh no! But yes, I went on again, with all the might I had... And voilah! Damascus was completely out, all 4kgs of him and all was well, alhamdulillah...

The nurse put him in my arms and I looked at my bluish, purplish, gooey baby and I saw his big beautiful eyes, looking at me with pure innocence, and all the pain was gone and I was in love all over again... :)

Dr Woo continued to work on me, to get the placenta out. Then she said, "Hmmm, I think you'll have to give me one last push dear, coz the placenta needs some help coming out." OMG!!! At that point I was numb, and starting to be disoriented, but oh heck! I had to do it, I didn't have any choice. So, I pushed again, leaving everything to the Almighty, in my mind were visions of Esfahan and my new baby Damascus, I had to do this for them, I want to be home with them, I want to love and care for them... Finally the placenta was out, about half the size of my baby who had just come out! Aaaahhhh... After that I just fell into slumber and didn't realise anything much anymore...

When I awoke in the ward, I felt like a cement truck had fallen on me. I searched for my hands and legs and phewh, I still had them. I couldn't really get up, it was just the bed moving up, down, up, down. Then my mum came, and my sister and of course darling husband. They were all happy, but somehow they were all looking at me one kind. As exhausted as I was, I couldn't help wondering what was wrong? Then I had to go to the bathroom and that was when I saw my face in the mirror. ..............AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!! There were red spots on my face and neck!!! I had spots! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

My mum casually said it was nothing, just "pecah kedarah" coz I had been pushing so hard during labour just now. U think?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!! No wonder everyone was giving me the look! I must have looked like a clown! Hehehehe... It's so funny when I think of it now!

It took a good 3 weeks for me to recover from Damascus's labour. Before that I had felt so week, braving myself to get up to feed him, and to feed myself. I couldn't eat, I was basically consuming only Milo, and it was hard to even bite into some cream crackers. My baby had taken all my energy out of me. But luckily he didn't have any trouble feeding and sleeping. God is great, alhamdulillah... :)

So, that's how I had Damascus, 3 pushes and red spots all over my face! And now my darling big eyes is 6 and I am yet again 6 years "older". Alhamdulillah... :)

Damascus's "Party At The Fair" birthday brownie, which we brought to his kindy, to celebrate with his friends...

He packed the goody bags and placed all the stickers himself, mommy helped a bit only... :)

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