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I had to change my obstetrician because of the way she insisted I had to do Caesarean. My husband and myself preferred natural birth. Yet we were speaking to a wall here.
She emphasised on my age. At the time of our appointment, I was 45 years old. Technically, I am considered as an advance maternal age. A high-risk pregnancy. Caesarean was the only option. Her way or no way
Well, then - no way then. We went to seek alternate doctors who are pro-natural birth. I asked for friends' advice and Google for reviews. It was a common practice in Kuala Lumpur whereby the doctors appeared to suggest more towards Caesarean. Even mothers in early 30s age group.
It was not I would not consider Caesarean at all. Only when it was necessary especially to save my baby's life.
My new love coming!
I manage to shortlist a few. Yet which one should I go to? I decided to meditate and pray for clarity.
After I finished my prayers and meditation, I became drawn to a lady doctor. I had strong feelings towards this lady's photo in the hospital website although it was the first time I saw her face. I had read a few blogs with good experiences with this doctor as well. Her name is Dr.Idora of Pantai Hospital Kuala Lumpur.
Upon our meeting, I could not help liking her. Her motherly demeanour, her patience and her gentle voice.
"Why did you come to me? Since you already have another doctor."
I took a deep breath, stared at her in the eyes and responded, "I heard you are pro-natural."
A smile in response. Though her face displayed a slight hesitancy when mentioned on my age. That it was my first baby. She encouraged me to take a genetic test considering my age. We opted for NICC, Non-Invasive Chromosomes Check. It was the latest in the market. I understand it is a lot safer compared to amniocentesis which carried a risk of miscarriage.
This NICC test required the mother's blood to be extracted. Fetal DNA can be detected in the mother's blood for analysis. In the previous clinic, the doctor quoted RM2500.00
To our surprise, we were billed RM1590.00 at Dr Idora's clinic. A big difference indeed.
A few days before the results came whenever I meditate I would suddenly see a vision of myself chasing after a baby. He/she was running ahead of me.
"Patrick! Patrick!". He ignored me and continued running. His buttock showed a colourful looking diaper.
Whenever I came out from the meditation, I asked myself - am I having a boy? In almost every meditation, I keep seeing the same visions. I kept hearing myself calling for Patrick. Consciously it did not matter whether boy or girl.
When the nurse called me, she told me the test revealed it was all low risk to birth defects. That I would be having a baby boy.
I shared with my husband of the results and of my meditative vision. We decided to name our baby Patrick.
Gently I touched my bump.
Seeing my baby bump growing was surreal!
"Patrick...that is your name. Patrick. You will see daddy and mummy later."
As if in response, some movement in my womb. I could feel some feelings within my body, which I knew it did not come from me. I knew it came from Patrick.
We will see you soon, Patrick. We cannot wait to see you.
On a journey of uncertainty, confusion, chaos and emotional turbulence, that is when we turn to Faith. Some lost Faith when they did not get the answers they wanted or what they prayed for did not manifest. Some Faiths however strengthen despite the journey appearing more unknown and uncertain. To me, Faith is a personal journey. No one can tell you what you should do with your Faith. It's yours alone and not for others to dictate what it should be to their understanding. To their belief system. To their comfort zone. For God would show the ever faithful His Answer, His Direction. His Guidance. I remembered my Faith was weakened in the month of April 2018. Patrick's jaundice did not appear to be growing any better. In fact, it was steadily increasing in bilirubin. My mother questioned on why is he not getting any better. Sometimes I do not know how to answer her. How could I give her a definite answer when the doctors could not? On average, I had been sleeping 3 hours nightly bec…
The birth of Patrick changed my marriage life from the two of us to the three of us, a family. We were excited, happy, worried followed by all kind of emotions for our baby son. So many things to learn, to experience. Breastfeeding, constant thoughts on our baby's well being especially when his jaundice appeared to rise during his first month. The lacking of sleep. There were moments I observed his breathing while he slept. We were amazed by every new mannerisms that Patrick displayed. We were so charmed when he first smiled to us. I would observed how gently my husband would treat Patrick and how Patrick would looked up to him, listening to his every word.
We were enjoying ourselves as new parents until something happened in the middle of November 2017 that changed our lives forever. "There is something not right with his stools."
My sister in law remarked to me while I tiredly changed Patrick's diapers. Mentally I can be exhausted as new mothers would be. We visited my s…
When I saw Patrick's stained fingers, I observed closely it was blood. I assumed the stain came from his ears again. I observed - no wound. I checked on his arms and legs. No wounds as well. I was puzzled where the stain came from. Then I had a sudden thought - check his diapers. When I saw the bloodstain on the diapers, I panicked and called my husband to come upstairs quickly. When he reached the room, I told him Patrick is bleeding. "where?", he asked "Anus." I pointed to his diapers and then his anus stained blood. It had never happened like this before. Usually there were droplets of blood together with his stools. Even that rarely happened. "Is it starting?", my worried thoughts came. When I glanced towards my husband's face, he too have similar thoughts. "It" refer to liver damage. My husband advised me to clean up his anus. After the blood stain was cleaned, my husband took a closer look. "There is a cut near the anus hole." …