This is an extremely overdue post. I totally forgot about this write up and it was left in the draft box for a good 2 years. I only realised it now as I was going to share something about Soraiya. Since I have never introduce Soraiya in any of my prior posts, it is necessary for me to publish this post first before sharing anything else concerning Soraiya. Plus, I could always return to this post whenever I miss the baby in Soraiya. Anorther clue of how overdue this post is: Soraiya is now a KAKAK for 2 months now. -_-
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One thing about writing this post is that, I find myself overwhelmed with the things I want to say as I have so much to share and that I want this post to be the most beautiful post ever. This post is more of a documentary of my journey into the world so beautiful that I would never ever trade it with anything else in this world. It is the journey of MOTHERHOOD. So, I will not forget the beautiful moments &
On 2.7.2013, at 4.26 a.m. my husband & I was bestowed with the best gift. A daughter. Just 8 days prior to the arrival of the holy month of Ramadhan Al Mubarak. Every moment is still fresh in my mind as if it was only yesterday I gave birth to my darling angel, Soraiya.
Soraiya, a day after she was born :)
12.6.2013
Soraiya did not complete her movement cycle at the usual time. Husband & I was slightly worried and thought of just checking to make sure everything is fine. We went to Gombak Medical Centre (GMC) and a CT Scan & CTG was done. We were then advised to go to the Selayang Hospital as they found that the amniotic fluid in my womb had reduced. The same was confirmed by Selayang Hospital. I guess you guys can figure what happen after that :P yeah I was hospitalised. Alhamdulillah, All Praises to the Almighty, I was hospitalised only for a day. As a result of that the hospital referred me to their specialist and I was made to come back on a regular basis.
1.7.2013 @ 37 weeks
At 11 am (the 2nd appointment) did a CT scan & again it was found that the amniotic fluid has reduced. As a result of which the doctor wish to induce labour on the same day. Before that was done, the normal checks were carried out i.e. V.E and the funniest happened. MY WATER BAG BROKE. Yes my water broke at the time doctor was examining me. Hahahaha. So the situation became kelam kabut with the search of pads. It was really funny when I reflect back to that very moment. (literally smiling when writing this part). Then off I go to the ward with my husband.
At the ward the doctor inserted Prostin. Prostin is use to induced labour & people say that labour induced is more painful then natural labour. I have no clue at all as it did not really hit me. By 6 pm I could sense minor contractions. It was still manageable. At that point I just can't wait to see my husband. Once visitation hours are open, I see my husband, my mum & my dad. Yeay! :P My mum would walk with me along the corridor as walking helps ease the contraction pain and helps ease the labour process. But nothing really happened till almost 10 pm. That was when it really hit me. God the feeling is something that I have no words to explain. To say its pain its not. It is more of a very uncomfortable feeling that you seriously want it to be over. By then I was all alone in the ward. My husband patiently waited for me outside the ward room as no visitors are allowed after 7 pm. How I wish I was with my husband at that time. Cause at times like that you need support, you need your partner.
No matter how I positioned myself it just did not feel right. I keep getting off the bed and visit the restroom. My husband on the other had keeps text-ing me to recite duas, dzikir. He lend me his support through all those messages. Though there are times I can't even look at the phone concentrating to ease myself from that uneasy, discomforting feeling.
I went to the restroom for countless times till at around 3 am the doctor did a VE & found that I have dilated 7 cm. By 3.30 a.m off I go to the labour room. As I was pushed out from the ward and the door swung opened, there I see my husband getting out of the mussolla & to join me in the labour room
@ Labour room
Changed into the appropriate attire & was left alone for a moment with my husband. Till today I can remember me holding his hands tight as he caress my head & joined me reciting duas & dzikirs. He was wearing a red-shirt with jeans and those tired eyes (he was there from 9 am till the time I went into labour room)
Doctor came to do a VE & to her shock found that the baby's head is already out. hahaha & she was screaming calling the midwife to get thing ready. "Kak cepat-cepat, kepala baby dah keluar" while she lay her utensils ready.
I pushed with all my might but it was not enough. They were cheering me like all those cheerleaders cheering their team. But this cheer is even bigger than that. It is a cheer towards life. The birth of my daughter, Soraiya. My husband was also part of the cheering team. He pulled his face away at the first glance of seeing the baby's head out but he realise I saw that very gesture, he braved himself & continued supporting & reciting the duas and dzikir with me.
@ 4.29 am - the birth of Soraiya
Till today I can remember the doctor asking me for one final push when I kept pausing. I went like "Ok, Ok tweet I try one more time" (like seriously shazwani?) hahahaa. & that FINAL push I saw my darling came out as if she just finished a roller coaster ride. Covered with blood, she was already crying. She did not need the spanking like you always see on TV. Hahahaha
I fell in love once again @ 4.29 am. It was first love as our skin touched. I teared as I held her close, admiring her little fingers and tiny hand. Can't stop kissing her. I have now met the lil one who was growing inside me by the will of Allah s.w.t. The joy of holding her was so great that I can't feel a thing when the doctor was stitching me. Once everything was done, they took Soraiya for cleaning & I got myself a milo. (hospital provided it). A very light hot milo. To get me back on my feet.
While waiting for Soraiya, I asked for another Milo (hahaah muka tak malu) it was extremely cold so I just had to ask for another cup :P. Once Soraiya is ready, I was back at the ward, nursing & enjoying my new company. Lil' Soraiya.
This was the most beautiful journey in my life after my wedding. It is one journey I cannot believe I have experienced. I shall cherish every single moment as every single of them warms my heart in their own ways.
I shall end this post with a few beautiful photos of lil' Soraiya.
I went to the restroom for countless times till at around 3 am the doctor did a VE & found that I have dilated 7 cm. By 3.30 a.m off I go to the labour room. As I was pushed out from the ward and the door swung opened, there I see my husband getting out of the mussolla & to join me in the labour room
@ Labour room
Changed into the appropriate attire & was left alone for a moment with my husband. Till today I can remember me holding his hands tight as he caress my head & joined me reciting duas & dzikirs. He was wearing a red-shirt with jeans and those tired eyes (he was there from 9 am till the time I went into labour room)
Doctor came to do a VE & to her shock found that the baby's head is already out. hahaha & she was screaming calling the midwife to get thing ready. "Kak cepat-cepat, kepala baby dah keluar" while she lay her utensils ready.
I pushed with all my might but it was not enough. They were cheering me like all those cheerleaders cheering their team. But this cheer is even bigger than that. It is a cheer towards life. The birth of my daughter, Soraiya. My husband was also part of the cheering team. He pulled his face away at the first glance of seeing the baby's head out but he realise I saw that very gesture, he braved himself & continued supporting & reciting the duas and dzikir with me.
@ 4.29 am - the birth of Soraiya
Till today I can remember the doctor asking me for one final push when I kept pausing. I went like "Ok, Ok tweet I try one more time" (like seriously shazwani?) hahahaa. & that FINAL push I saw my darling came out as if she just finished a roller coaster ride. Covered with blood, she was already crying. She did not need the spanking like you always see on TV. Hahahaha
I fell in love once again @ 4.29 am. It was first love as our skin touched. I teared as I held her close, admiring her little fingers and tiny hand. Can't stop kissing her. I have now met the lil one who was growing inside me by the will of Allah s.w.t. The joy of holding her was so great that I can't feel a thing when the doctor was stitching me. Once everything was done, they took Soraiya for cleaning & I got myself a milo. (hospital provided it). A very light hot milo. To get me back on my feet.
While waiting for Soraiya, I asked for another Milo (hahaah muka tak malu) it was extremely cold so I just had to ask for another cup :P. Once Soraiya is ready, I was back at the ward, nursing & enjoying my new company. Lil' Soraiya.
This was the most beautiful journey in my life after my wedding. It is one journey I cannot believe I have experienced. I shall cherish every single moment as every single of them warms my heart in their own ways.
I shall end this post with a few beautiful photos of lil' Soraiya.
The day Soraiya came home
@ 2 Months
Soraiya's 1st stroll at the park
Soraiya during Eid 2015
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