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.

14.00 PM

I went to Dapur Sunda, one of my family favorite restaurants. There was my whole family and my brother greeted me using my endeared nickname ‘chubby’. He told me that my father ordered extra portion of meals since he knew I was coming. My mother thought it would be too much, but my father insisted that I would be able to finish them.

Upon hearing this my response was, “Gee guys …I am not a trash compactor”. But soon afterwards my father’s prediction was right. There were no leftovers on the table. My brother jokingly said that too much meal would cost me an early labor. He reminded me of a relative that gave birth after eating so much on his birthday’s party. I responded by saying that I was probably going to have the baby tomorrow too though I didn’t think that would be possible since I was still 2 – 3 weeks away from my due date.

15.40 PM

After that late lunch, me and my husband went to a bookstore. My preordered Harry Potter 7 was ready. I got texted earlier that day. I was feeling vigorous that day. I didn’t feel tired at all, while normally the whole travel distance that we took would make me feel tired. Later I knew this was what the medics called the nesting syndrome. On the previous days, I’ve already done the cleaning, preparing every kind of tools and clothing for the baby and packed my bags and the baby’s for the hospital.

I got the Harry Potter and went straight home and indulged myself reading it. I was oblivious with anything that happened around me. My husband grinned and said “After you’ve done reading, I hope you still remembers that we’re married”. I only smiled at his words and continue reading. It was sometime around midnight that I felt tired and decided to go to bed.

July 22, 2007 5.00 AM

I woke up and did my morning prayer and then continued reading HP7 …

06.30 AM

I was feeling hungry and needed to take a bladder call. When I woke up there was this sound coming from my belly. It sounded like a bubble wobble and then followed by a mild bursting sound. I thought it was gas. So I went to the bathroom then straight to the dining room. As I stand on the side of the dining table I felt fluids running down my tighs. I looked down and stared, puzzled. My mother in law was there and I told her about the fluid and she said, “we should go to the hospital, your water just broke”

07.00 AM

Admitted at the hospital. It was Sunday. The nurses checked for my vital signs and asked for signs of contraction. I said I had none. No sign of labor following. The nurse checked for dilation. It was only one centimeter.

08.00 AM – 14.32 PM

She then called my obgyn. Later on the nurse put an IV infusion. The labor had to be induced since there was no contraction. At this point I’ve lost track of time. I was just lying there, praying. Hoping for the baby and me to be safe. My husband called my family and about an hour later my mom was there. I’ve noticed two of my cousins were there too. They asked me if I wanted something. I said nope. I was beginning to feel the induced contraction.

I still managed to swallow small portion of meal for lunch. The pain of contraction increased more and more. Then the nurse did the pre-labor procedure which includes enema, cleaning your lower bowel content. Oh well…let’s just get over with it. I didn’t really care because the pain of contraction had really taken all my attention. After the whole bowel cleansing thing I went back to bed and started to experienced intense contraction. I called the nurse and asked her to check on my dilation. She checked, I was 5 cm dilated. She called the obgyn and told her to come right away.

The obgyn then told the nurse to slow down the infusion. She did just that and prep me for delivery. I was moved to the delivery room. During the whole time, I only prayed to God to give me strength that I need to deliver this baby. Soon the doctor arrived, and the delivery process thus begun. It took me 6 times to push the baby out. Thank God. My baby boy finally arrived safely into this world. All the pain I felt was gone. Probably due to the endorphin that flooded through my vein. Thank God again…it was a very big thing to experience as a woman. I am grateful of it.

The next morning, I started to walk on the treadmill for 30 minutes. Once I started and done it regularly for about a week, it felt kinda good. I didn’t exhaust myself as much as the previous days. I felt stronger and the difficulty in breathing was no more. On the following weeks, to avoid boredom, I took the walk outside, around the neighborhood. I usually done it early in the morning (around 6 to 7am). When lazyness struck, I asked my husband to accompany me during the walk. That way I got someone to talked to during the 30 minutes routine. But since he had to prepare himself for work, he couldn’t be with me on my daily exercise.

For someone whose nickname is ‘Garfield’ taking a walk everyday is almost like a torture (oh yeah it’s a biggie …). I have to find a way to convince myself that I have to do this. Tried to get away from exercise by making various excuses, but my husband was always quick to notice this. He would only laugh and said it’s ok for me to take times off the exercise. But somehow his affirmation made me realize that he only wanted me and the baby to be happy and  healthy. He is really the kind of people that let you figure things out for yourself rather than telling you what’s right. Since he knew that I would only deflect to his advise (if he were to give them). So, back on my back with the exercise!!!! Did the exercise help me during labor and delivery? Oh yeah …very much. But I will share this on another post.

Ps: Other exercise that is beneficial for women on their third trimester is swimming and prenatal yoga excercises. But before starting any exercise during pregnancy, you should ask our health care provider for safety reasons.

I went home and search the internet for pre-eclampsia and found these information:

Preeclampsia is a disorder that occurs only during pregnancy and the postpartum period and affects both the mother and the unborn baby. Affecting at least 5-8% of all pregnancies, it is a rapidly progressive condition characterized by high blood pressure and the presence of protein in the urine. Swelling, sudden weight gain, headaches and changes in vision are important symptoms; however, some women with rapidly advancing disease report few symptoms.
Typically, preeclampsia occurs after 20 weeks gestation (in the late 2nd or 3rd trimesters or middle to late pregnancy), though it can occur earlier. Proper prenatal care is essential to diagnose and manage preeclampsia. Preeclampsia, Pregnancy Induced Hypertension (PIH) and toxemia are closely related conditions. HELLP Syndrome and eclampsia are other manifestations of the same syndrome. It is important to note that research shows that more women die from preeclampsia than eclampsia and one is not necessarily more serious than the other.
Globally, preeclampsia and other hypertensive disorders of pregnancy are a leading cause of maternal and infant illness and death. By conservative estimates, these disorders are responsible for 76,000 maternal and 500,000 infant deaths each year.
source: Preeclampsia Foundation

Boy, I never thought that indulging myself would mean such a terrible risk. Afterwards, I tried to eat properly. Tried to avoid junk food, sugary beverages and all kinds of salty snacks. It was a real challenge for I loved them all. But then again I’ve got a baby inside of me, and I should be eating righ for the both of us.

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.

I thought it was never gonna be over. I lost weight instead of gaining. When I asked my friends who was also pregnant at that time no one was having the same symptoms. Of course this information has gotten me more depressed. My thoughts were “what is wrong with me?” When I asked the obgyn she said it was normal. I got a little encouraged. She advised me to eat small portion of meal roughtly 5 to 6 times a day rather than eat big portion three times a day.

There were only few menus that could pass through my throat. One of them was cheese sandwich. Yeah, I probably eat them three to four times a day. Sayonara to any other meals cause they would only wind up on the sink. But I had to be strong because the doctor told me I would have to gain at least 2-3 kg upon the first trimester. I made it. I would have to thank my husband who was kept on reminding me that I had to eat, not just for me but also for our baby. His encouragement meant a lot at that time.

After the worst first trimester passed, I asked my mom on how her pregnancy was. She said she was worse off than me. During her first pregnancy, my mom had the all day sickness for seven months. Great God!! Seven full months!! The thing she could actually swallowed was boiled corn and some fruit. So I wasn’t the only one who felt miserable afterall. She actually made me think I was lucky I only suffer for the first three months. So if you are experiencing all day sickness as I was, just hang in there!! Believe me,  it’ll pass  =)