
As most of my family members and close friends know...I am afraid...or should I say...TERRIFIED of giving birth. Blood, operation, injection and any medical procedure are just simply not for me. I literally faint when I see blood and hear ”bloody” stories. When my doctor brother once told me he will operate my toe and take off a nail, i fell unconscious on our floor and was dragged to the bed. Then my mom’s very first words were...”Paano na kapag nanganak ka?”. I said...”I don’t know.” Then I immediately called (my then boyfriend now husband) Brian and told him my funny ”hinimatay-bigla” story and he said he will just be there to support me of my fear. (What a lucky me!)
Fast forward...Feb 2008. I found out I am pregnant. The thought brought joy, excitement and as expected...a few percentage of fear. Fear of the forthcoming ”delivery” moment.
But as one good friend told me...”you have 9 months to prepare yourself”. And that ”the situation will bring out a certain level of strength you never thought you have.”
I am due Oct 9. While most predicted that I will give birth ahead of time...I went 6 days overdue. I actually got a bit impatient that I walked and walked and MARATHONED for hours inside our house.
Oct 14, around 11:00 pm, while watching a Clint Eastwood movie, my water broke. I immediately called my husband and told him that ”IT'S TIME.” And because it’s a big moment, I even managed to take a quick shower and my husband...got to shave quickly. (Both getting ready for the ”after the delivery” camera moment...ha! ha! ha!)
Then we rushed to the hospital around 12 midnight and was admitted in because I was 3cms. open. Prior to this moment, contraction was actually a mystery to me until it came with a clear ”BANG” after my water broke. And yes...as what most mothers say...when it comes, you will never doubt that it is the real contraction.
During the whole labor process, I felt (several times) the need to faint...but the strength that came from somewhere within me and God’s divine intervention pushed me to hold on and fight.
While waiting for the doctor that will conduct/inject the epidural (pain reliever), I was asked to try laying in the bath tub (with water at 37 degrees in temperature) first to relax my muscles and ease the pain. I went in and a few minutes after, I was suddenly quiet. The midwife recommended that I just stay in the bathtub during the entire contraction since I am very calm in it. That will also bring less complication since it is the most natural way of dealing with labour pain. I also got accupuncture. 4 small needles were placed around my hands and back. Then after that...I was just on my own little world...concentrating.
I was working on mentally fighting the pain by counting from 50 down. Then everytime I reach 30...i know the pain is less. It kind of worked so I kept doing it over and over and focused 100% until I am 10 centimeters open around 4:30 am. Then the midwife said...”now we come to the most exciting part...seeing your baby.”
I moved from the bath tub to the hospital bed for a better way of pressing baby out. My ever supportive husband and my ever skillful midwife helped me go through the ”pressing” stage and after a couple of minutes...came the biggest gift I have ever received and have always prayed for...my little Duncan at 5:53 am.
He was placed on my chest and then after...everything else felt completely new. I was on a whole new dimension that the little pain of the stitches (with the help of anesthesia) did not matter a bit. The sight of my husband holding my son while I am being sewed gave me all the power I needed to overcome the last few procedures necessary.
My dear angel weighed 3.8 kilos and was 53 cm long when born. He actually got a perfect 10 score from the midwife which meant everything was as it should be from his skin color, physical features, breathing and all.
Now, as I breastfeed...i enjoy staring at my son and reminiscing the ”giving birth” moment...because he, my dear sweet Duncan, gave me the strength I never thought I had. Overcoming my biggest fear and being rewarded with the sweetest child a mother could ever have...October 15 is and will always be the best "WINNING DAY" of my life.