today 1 year ago (part 1)

today 1 year ago... 

most probably I'm still being stitched up in the labour room.

today here I'm reflecting on how much I've been through

In my mind, today 1 year ago was a 2nd chance my little girl gave me.

some people were puzzled when they found out I wanted to have a normal delivery after a cesaerean ... 

but only perhaps God, me, baby and ah dear know how much I wanted a VBAC

and how much I've gone through physically and emotionally.

I still remembered clearly that Saturday morning 

my due date is still a week away and I still have unsettled business at work. 

Even my bag for hospital was not finished packing.

I feel like having diarrhea around 4am++ in the morning so I rushed to the toilet bringing with me a magazine (yes, I read while detoxing). 

I didn't suspect much although having diarrhea like episode was one of the signs I had for my 1st labour.
It was only when I notice I had a patch of bloody discharge on my underwear that I started to panic. Yah, I know this is not my 1st time but I still get nervous and worry if baby is alright. 
I scrutinized and sniffed and looked and sniffed again to confirm whether are those blood fresh. Honestly I didn't know if labour is starting anytime soon. I only felt slight menstrual cramp.

I tried going back to sleep but I woke up the very next hour to the loo again. The bloody discharge seem to get lesser.
I started researching on the internet, some say that the actual labour could start in hour / days from the 'bloody show'.

So I reassured myself that perhaps I still have time to relax a little. 

That Saturday afternoon (29/10/11), I've actually promised to meet a representative from one of stem cell banking company. When the rep asked for my estimated due date, I steadily told her still got a week to go... not knowing I'll be giving birth the very next day.

As usual, a trip to tesco without actually going into tesco is pointless for me...haha. 
So, with many reasons ... such as wanting to walk more, easier to deliver and wanting to buy this and that, I managed to persuade dear to accompany me and little boy to tesco.

After tesco, since I still have slight bleeding, we decided it's best we go to the hospital.
So around 3pm that saturday, we went to hospital. I insist that ah dear do not drop me at the O&G emergency doorstep because I still want to walk for easier delivery.

Contraction come and go ... or so I thought they are braxton hicks contractions ... which I have during my 3rd trimester.

.... to be continued