Thinking back two years from today, everything seemed to happen in fast forward. My contraction started Jan 15/05. We were suppose to drive down to that Bowling alley by Holdom skytrain station for John's 27th b'day but since it started to snow around 6.30ish pm that day, Shun decided that we should take the public transit so that we would eliminate any chance of slipping and got stucked in the car:)...I remember that day, my first night on maternity...we walked chocolate in the snow while still discussing what names we should pick if they baby's going to be a girl. I miss those walks now, we used to do it everynight when I was pregnant with Kairo...we bundled up chocolate and my pregnant self, and off we went walking around that Kits neighbourhood, always said that one day we'll buy a house there hhehe....Kairo's name was 'invented' during those walks, along with many other names that got invented and turned down:)
Anyways, on our way to the bowling alley; we had to bus it to Granville station and then skytrain it to Broadway station then change train to Holdom station; I started to feel this pain on my lower back. We thought that it's due to too much walking (although the whole trip I was sitting). As far as I can remember, the pain was tolerable. I think the biggest thing is that I didn't even think that the baby will come anytime soon. It was weird back then, the whole pregnancy seemed so surreal, let alone delivering and carrying the baby in my arms. I kept on telling myself that I was overdue when I was born, so my baby will be too. So eventhough the pain came and went and came again, I really thought it was my body getting tired....until we hit the bowling alley and out of the blue I felt this really sharp pain on my lower back and Shun had to give me a counterpressure....well, I thought for a bit that it might be a contraction, but since it didn't come back, I thought it was nothing:)
Liz and Bry gave us a ride that night, and I remember that we got home right at midnite and I felt that I was really ready to hit the sack. The whole day Sunday was pretty much a write off. I spent soo much time in the shower cause it felt so good and the rest of the time lying on the couch on my side...we didn't actually leave the house until 3 or 4 pm and even then we were only on the road for maybe 1/2 hour and then headed back since my pain started to come again. But it's amazing how your brain controls your attitude, cause even up till then, I still didn't think that it was an early labour or anything.
It was until about 7 or 8 pm that night when I still had the pain that it started to sink in that I might have a contraction already...that the baby might come early and the most terrifying thing...the baby will be here soon....I spent the rest of the night pacing while breathing properly. Shun tried to coach me and being an unexperienced Dad-to-be himself, he told me to go lie down and have some sleep...heheh....little that he knew that if I could do that then I won't be pacing and breathing like a maniac. Past midnite Jan 17, I phoned the hospital and explained my situation, and then she told me that it didn't sound like a false labour like I thought it was, but it sounded like an early labour. She said I could either go there or stay home..and being still on denial, I opted to stay home while wishing that the pain will go away and I can start my day fresh and pain free tomorrow (right!:)...I lasted 2 hours in that pain, and by 2:15 am I jumped out the bed and screamed to Shun that I couldn't take it anymore. So he phoned the hospital and then off we went to Women's.
The whole trip in the car was painfull. Good thing it was in the middle of the night so the street was really empty. And as soon as we got admitted and I got dressed and stuff, the nurse told me that I was 5 cm dialated. I think then was when it hit me that there's no way i'm closing in after 5 cm dialated, the next thing that will happen is that i would get dialated even more, and after that, I would get to see this little person face to face. It was the scariest thought for me...we weren't ready at all!! We didn't even buy a crib yet, we haven't even done any hospital tour yet, and the most important part, I was mentally not ready yet...everything came waay to soon.
By 6 am that day, I was pretty much fully dialated, the more reason why they didn't even recommended me to take any pain killers since the baby, supposedly, was ready to pop out. But being me, things are rarely go smoothly. Kairo was breached and they had, many time, tried to get me to push while they tried to turn him...with no avail of course. I think the contraction part I can tolarate, but once they induce me and made my contraction harder (to try to get kairo to turn on his own), that's when I started to weep and asked for epidural. I tried everything, the gas, birthing ball, shower, squatting, walking, sitting on the toilet...everything...nothing works. At the end, they let me had the damn epidural and that was the most relaxing 2 hours or my life:) After 40 hours of labour(started Jan 15), Shun and I can finally rest..for a bit.
One hour after the magic drug was in, the doctor came in and said that they might have to do a C-section on me since they've waited 7 hours for the baby to turn and tried every thing to get him to turn but didn't work. I was soo sad at that point. Its the thought of surgery and stitching that freaked me out...but the good doctor said that she'll give another hour and see if anything progressed...but in the meantime, they already took my blood sample and got the emergency OR ready.
By around 2 pm, she came back and said that the last resort to deliver naturally is by vacuuming him out. My main concern was whether or not it could have a long term damage to the baby's brain, but she said the only damage would just be a temporary cone head:)... but she said I had to push really hard for the suction cup to catch the baby's head.
Well, the good thing about epidural is that it numbs your pain...but it could back fire that in critical time like that, when the fate of this delivery is based on how hard I push, I couldn't feel a damn thing! I felt like I was pushing but I couldn't feel anywhere else in my body doing the same thing. Lucky for me, the nurses were helpful and after 2 pushes, I felt this feeling of being 'unplugged' and there it was...a baby..with the white umbilical cord attached, got pulled out of me....
Kairo Isaac Dimas Chiang was born at 14:12, weighing 7lbs 5 oz, 51.5 cm long, 12 days ahead of schedule...when he was born, I didn't even remember to ask whether or not it was a boy or a girl..I was busy worying of the fact that he didn't cry. The doctor had to tell me 'by the way, it's a boy':)
It's still hard to believe sometimes how fast he grows. Especially now that he talks back, and copying and having lots of personality:) Like yesterday, as I was cooking and slaving myself in the kitchen (something that I never thought I would ever done before I got married:) ), he pulled up a chair on the other side of the kitchen counter and stood on it and just casually asked me questions like 'what are you doing mama' (he asked this about 10 million times btw), and when he saw I was cooking him some broccoli he went on and on and on at how much 'I love broccoli':)
Anyways baby boy, may you find all the happiness in the world and may your life will always be blessed with love and laughter. Happy 2nd birthday my son....many more years to come..and may your Papa and Mama be around to see it.