My birthing experience

Warning: A very long post

Ok. My birthing experience is not as exciting as others. Why? Because mine is a repeat CS. Boring.

I was scheduled to have a repeat CS August 18 at 10am. Prior to that, my OB advised us to be admitted in OsMun a day before the scheduled operation as it was “hard” to get a room in the said hospital. True enough, we really had a hard time getting a room.

August 17, roughly before lunch time, we were already in the hospital to be admitted. We were advised that there were still no available rooms and we could call them after lunch. We had lunch at Festival Mall then went back home. After lunch, we called the hospital but was advised that there were still no rooms available. Ok, I’m already in panic. I was stressed already that we even fight as the husband was ever cool about what’s going on. Around 4pm, I insisted to go back to the hospital to personally ask if there is an available room. At that time, I don’t care if I’ll be in a private, semi-private or even ward. What’s important is to be admitted asap. We arrived in the hospital, and yes, there is an available room, semi-private that is. Hallelujah! Everything was all set but the last minute, we were advised that the patient who was supposedly be discharged is still waiting for the “sundo.” We have to go back 8pm but the room is already reserved under my name. We had dinner at Festival Mall and went back to be advised that the patient is still in the room. To cut the long wait short, I was wheeled in the room 12mn of August 18.

Morning of August 18, before I was wheeled in the operating room, I was able to take a bath as I know it’ll take days before I can have a complete bath again. I was wheeled in the operating room before 10am but had to wait for an hour as the anesthesiologist is still not around (he attended an urgent delivery in another hospital).  After prepping up, I was given ampicillin that made me groggy during the operation. I swear, I was asleep 99% of the operation. I woke up in time when my OB said “baby out.” I forced myself to be awake as I didn’t hear a cry after hearing my OB. I tilted my head top-right and saw my baby. One nurse said “baby iyak na” while clapping her hands. I saw another nurse who just arrived with a sort of pump with a mask (whatever it is called) which he used with my baby. A few minutes of rattling my baby to cry, I heard a faint cry. I fell asleep immediately.

I woke up past 12nn and the first thing I did was to move my feet. When a nurse saw me being awake and all, he asked me to move my feet. It was then that I was wheeled in my room. I was trembling all over (effect of anesthesia) and when I saw my husband I immediately asked how’s the baby (I had fears I lost her). When he told me she’s ok, that’s when I fell asleep again.

I delivered a preterm baby weighing 4.38lbs only. She was roomed in the day after which made me hate the nursery as I wanted to breastfeed her 100%. She was so small and hardly cries.