3 August 2016 (7-8am)
Mummy, rasa penat lah. After breakfast ni nak tido balik lepas tu baru kita pergi Tesco ok?
Went upstairs, draw the curtains and settled into bed.
(bunyi Harley Davidson jiran memekak awal pagi - sabar - tapi sebenarnya marah juga sebab terkejut - sambung tutup mata cuba tidur)
My eyes sprang open. I heard it. I felt "something"popped. A moment after I felt something flowing out bit by bit. This is it, I thought. I slowly got up and walked to the toilet. That "something" trickled slowly down my legs. Ah, sudah! Went to the toilet and saw murky water. Changed into pad and slowly walked downstairs.
Mummy, cik Anne rasa air ketuban pecah. :)
Ya Allah! Cepat call Reza suruh balik sekarang. Ada rasa sakit kah?
Ok. Sikda sakit (tak ada sakit). Relax mummy.
Tried dialing the husband's mobile. No answer. Tried again.
Hello Sayang, busy ke?
Eh ni bukan Reza. Reza pergi mana tah ada discussion telefon dia tinggal atas meja ni.
Oh yeke? Boleh tolong carikan Reza tak? Mintak dia telefon balik. Urgent.
Ok. Tunggu 5 minit lagi ok.
His call finally came in.
Hi Sayang. Kenapa call?
Hi Bear (that is what I call him in case I never mentioned this before). Busy ke?
Tak lah. Kenapa?
I think my water broke. Can you come home?
(bunyi macam tengah tersengih)
Yeke? Are you in pain?
No. Takde rasa contraction. Come home eh.
Ok. Get ready everything lah eh.
Ok. Drive safe. See you at home. I love you.
I love you too.
Kemas barang. Good thing sebenarnya my hospital bag is properly packed like just a few days ago as I realised I was entering week 38 soon. Final stuff to pack is my towel, toiletries, disposable panties.
Took a shower and got myself ready downstairs. Was talking to mummy when I heard his car in front of the house. He came in with a salaam and smiling.
Bear nak pergi toilet dulu ke?
Talked to mummy lagi.
By the time we are ready to go, I salam mummy.
Ok mummy, kamek orang turun dolok ok. Mak, mintak ampun mintak maaf dosa cik Anne mak. Ampunkan cik Anne mak. Ampunkan cik Anne.
Sikpa. Mak memang ampunkan.
ya Allah. Perasaan time tu. Memang sedih. Saya menangis sedikit. Saya akan pergi berjuang bertarung nyawa untuk melahirkan zuriat buat suami saya. Betapa besarnya perjuangan itu dan betapa takutnya diri saya. Beberapa malam yang lalu ada terlintas di fikiran, will I survive the labor? Will I die giving birth? ya Allah, panjangkanlah umurku agar aku dapat menjaga suamiku, kedua orang tua ku dan anak-anakku. Sihatkanlah tubuh badanku. Ampunilah dosaku.
All bags in the car and off we go. Hospital Putrajaya is only 10 minutes away. The weather was fine. Cool Wednesday morning. Texted the husband's family in group Whatsapp and told them water broke and we are on our way to the hospital.
Reached the hospital at 9am-ish. Labor emergency entrance is located uphill - separated from the usual Admissions & Emergency below. Checked myself in at the counter. Informed the nurse my water broke at approximately 8am, no pain, still feel the flow. I was registered, handed over my "pink book" (the prenatal checkup book) and was called into the triage. Husbands are not allowed in this area so the husband waited outside with my bag.
Nurse asked for my urine sample - normal. Asked to lie down on the bed and hooked up to the CTG. Nurse asked if I am in pain - I said no. She said there are contraction spikes on the graph though. Another nurse came in to check my temperature and blood pressure. All ok.
Waited for a bit and I can still feel the flow.
Another nurse/doctor (I am not sure), came in and checked for opening. 2cm dilated. Was told the labor ward is full today so once I am done with the CTG monitoring, I will be asked to wait outside before I can be checked into the ward.
Walked out and sat with the husband. We took a couple of photos as a reminder that would be the last time we will be just the two of us. Tapi ambil gambar "wefie" sahaja sebab segan nak suruh pak guard luar Labor Ward entrance tu untuk tolong ambilkan. Haha.
We sat in silence at the waiting area. 10am, once in a while ada juga rasa cramping sikit. But still bearable. Asked the husband to buy some food (nasi lemak and some bread and drinks) from the cafetaria.
The waiting game begins.