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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.
Last week, I
visited a friend who is suffering from Neurofibromatosis type 2 (NF2), a hereditary condition that causes her body to produce multiple tumours
throughout her life. Link to Yvonne's blog .
Photo was taken from her Facebook She
was supposed to go to the United States of America in May 2018 for a
cervical spine surgery. Unfortunately, before the trip, she fell on
her back and hit her head. She had to undergo a critical brain surgery instead
in Kuala Lumpur. The money she collected for the surgery in USA was all spent
on the brain surgery.
When I saw her,
the first thing I noticed was the protruding feeding tube at her stomach. Food
had to be
inserted through the feeding tube. Yvonne is deaf and blind. She is still bedridden and immobile as
a result of the fall she had in May 2018.
with Yvonne, I had to write an alphabet at a time, slowly on her palm. If she
doesn’t get the word, it must be
written all over again. It is best to use few simple w…
We could not believe how fast the funds came in after we uploaded our video appealing for funds to Patrick's liver transplant surgery fees.
I admitted that money was one big worry for without it, the surgery would not proceed. Once HOC set up the appeal on our behalf, I prayed. I prayed hard to God.
Suddenly a thought came. A video of us as a family, making a plea to friends, family and public. To save Patrick by donating to his surgery fees.
So, we quickly set it into motion on 22 May 2019.
I could not imagine the responses came beyond Malaysia - Australia, Singapore and more. From people whom I had not talked to for a few years, willingly came forward to donate, send a kind word, prayers and spread the video to their friends.
Before we go forward to the public, another worry I had was my mother. She has anxiety over Patrick. There were times I had to calm her down, assure her everything shall be fine when I admit I do not actually know whether it is so. I don't wish for my mu…
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…