This story is about me giving birth to my first child. I’ve post the same story on the Ganesha’s blog (in Bahasa).
It was July 21, 2007 10 AM
When I got a little better after the suffering of the first trimester, my husband asked me to helped out at his workplace. I was assigned to do administrative work on warranty and free service claim (he works at a authorized service outlet of an american brand automobile)
I was still working on some of the documents I’ve received for the day. Prepare them for the coming Monday. While I was working on the papers, my father called me and asked me to join him and the rest of my family for lunch. It was my mother’s birthday. “Ok dad! I am coming” was my reply.
The thought of going into labor and delivery marked my third trimester. On average, I am not a very active person. So my mother warned me of the difficulties of labor and how a fit body would help much during that time. Well to tell you the truth, my mother’s warning passed me by like the wind until I experienced a difficulty in breathing after only a mild exercise like stepping up the stairs.
After experiencing miserable first trimester, the second trimester was a blessing. The nausea was finally gave way, the vomitting almost entirely gone. By this time I can almost eat anything, just like before the pregnancy. As the result I gained weight of almost 4kg each month. The obgyn finally gave a warning. She said to avoid getting too much weight too fast for there was a risk of having pre-eclampsia. She then monitor my blood preassure making sure that there was no hypertension and later on checked for signs of unusual swelling. The obgyn then told me that for the rest of the pregnancy I should only gain half a kilogram (1 pound) for each week.
I went home and search the internet for pre-eclampsia and found these information:
Having a picture perfect of a pregnancy? Where you get the positive mark on the test pack and your husband hugged you and kissed you? Yeah been there …and here is a lot more.
I thought my first pregnancy was bad. I had to stay in bed all day long during the first trimester. I quit my job, literally. I’ve experienced what the medics called all day sickness. I felt sooo miserable. Threw up every meal that passed through my throat. Hated the smell of garlic, my own perfume and the smell of my husband. I was totally depressed.