My Ayra

It has been almost a month now hasn’t it? I have been pondering on writing this post long ago, but situations hasn’t helped me and when I have the time, my mind is blank. All I can say is Ayra Hanna was born on the 20th of April 2007 at 1121 a.m. To write about labor and delivery would be soooo outdated now so I’ll just write down the summary, just for my own (or perhaps Ayra’s) future reference and remembrance.

Contractions started: late evening 19th April

Coming at 20 minutes: 8pm 19th April

15 minutes: 9pm 19th April

Went to hospital at 10 pm

CTG at 1030 measured every 15 minutes, only 1.5cm dilated

Admitted that night, contractions felt through the night

CTG at 6am still measured every 15 minutes

Doc check at 9am, only 3cm dilated

Doc ordered to be induced for fear of baby drowning

930am in labor room and induced

11am waterbag burst manually by doc, blood gushes out (kembar darah as the Malays call it)

1121, Ayra shows up into the world, blue and slimy but crying, after the 3rd push (THAT part felt like forever)

Weight: 3.3kg

Length: 51cm

Head circumference: 34cm

So there, I had the full blown normal delivery, no pain medications whatsoever. And according to has-been mothers, induced labor is WORSE than normal labor so maybe I have felt the pain to the max, only that THANK GOD the time was shortened to only 2 hours. And Alhamdulillah, though 3.3kg, I could still push her out, though the thought of giving up halfway did cross my mind in between.

She got admitted at 5 days old for jaundice. Those were the longest 4 days and 3 nights of my life and my heart bled for missing her though I see her every day.

Yeah she does have her tempers and she is very very needy and clingy, but she is also very pretty, very cute, all of adorable and she smells so so sweet and baby-ish I can’t stop planting kisses and inhaling that smell from her all day long. Even her breath and her poo smells good. Damn.

I am trying hard to breastfeed her exclusively. Last night for the first time, I fed her 3 ounces of formula milk, for she fussed all day and night and I fear she was hungry and my milk supply not sufficient And yes, THAT broke my heart too.

I love seeing Daddy and Ayra. Ayra came out must be from the exact same mold as her Daddy. Even their rib cage’s shape is the same. She is truly Daddy’s girl and yes it warmed my heart to see them together

So now kiddo has a name, and we call her Ayra most of the time, though still kiddo sometimes. She will always be kiddo I guess, and seeing how this little girl squirms and all, yeah I so confirm that she did come from my womb. She changes every day, she warms our hearts and brightens up our life. And she’s not even a month old yet.

This is all I can write for now, but I do promise to try my hardest to update on her developments soon. I want to keep a reference myself too and to write it down in a diary is soo hard coz I can’t find the time hehehe. Later!