Our Precious' MILESTONES...Part 1

NOTE: It’s going to be a long-winded story & may bore you out…. so if you are in a rush, it may be wiser to come back again (I hope) BUT I have every reason to do this important milestones! Please bear with me & I hope you enjoy reading it…..

It only took dady & mumy 3 months to conceive YOU...wow! That was in Melbourne so ppl said try during honeymoon was always a success...hehe!! Pregnancy test kit was purchased but the test at home wasn’t convincing enough. So a trip was made to see the gynae. Didn’t know what to expect as it was our first visit. Ultrasound was done…..within seconds, ah pek Dr. detected the first foetus despite only 6 weeks, then as the ah pek Dr. checked the surrounding further …..we saw him smiled with an expression that confused us.

His answer to our query was : “there is another one!!” What????
As we queried further, ah pek Dr. broke the news that we will be having twins! It was shock, surprise, astound, amaze, stun, dumbfound, overwhelm, speechless….after all it was JOY of course! ah pek Dr. asked if we have the genes, I immediately said huby has twin sisters! Just as much as everyone wishes to give the credit to huby’s side, ah pek Dr. said that possibility of conceiving twins has got NOTHING absolutely to do with MEN….hear that?

My gynae said it should either come from the woman’s genes or by fertility treatment or by pure luck! My mom’s sister has got twin daughters…I’m not sure if that’s where the genes came from though!

On our way back from the clinic, lots & lots of things running through our minds….but we happily accepted the fact & broke the news firstly to my parents who were so so so thrilled. Then as huby did the same to his family, MIL didn’t believe him as she didn’t believe that the twins can be detected at such early stage (6 weeks)! But eventually she has to believe her own eyes……hehehe!! I’m sure the Heng family was just as proud as we were…. Giving 2 boys to lead the next level of generation as their heirs!

Pregnancy was quite smooth sailing I would say with only little hiccups….headaches, fatigues but no vomiting. Huby was extremely careful taking care of me:
- no house chores (thinking back I always laugh as he even refused to let me do ironing fearing that the heat would harm his sons……gosh!!);
- giving me full authority to lazy around during weekends;
- cooked me bird nest soup;
- sent me to work from Pch – KL then back to his office in PJ starting at 4 months until the birth;
- stuffed me with XL size foods in order to ensure his babies had sufficient supplies and etc etc

All else was fine until 6-7th month approaching. My face suddenly had serious breakout and I really mean severe one. Big red acne started to pop out almost on my entire face, some even with puss!!! Guess that must have got something to do with hormones.
My emotion started to get worst day by day. No confidence, low morale, upset with how I look so much so until I refused to even let huby stare at me. Needless to say, I dare not look up to the mirror for months. There was nothing much that I could do as I was prohibited to take any medicine or go for any sort of facial. All I could was to bear with the ugliest face of mine in my entire life. My depression had affected my social life, i refused to meet people. I remember I had hoped that my friends do not visit me after delivery. I created excuses so that they don’t visit me, that’s how critical the situation was. I still kept a photo of me then which i did showed my huby much later. He almost couldn't recognised me & said: ooh no, u looked like that wan ahh?

Luckily after delivery, the acne has obviously started to dry up. But then the scars were left on my face for months before I finally re-gained my clean & clear skin a year later!!

Ah pek Dr. had informed us earlier that mostly like I would not be able to go until full-term. I was expected to have an early labour hence, I was asked to monitor my contraction level carefully. True enough, at 7th month, I was already showing symptom of labour. As the babies were then too small to be delivered & to increase the survival rate & ability of the babies breathing on their own, I was prescribed medication to prevent labour! The pill was consumed for nearly a month. As I could not bear the torturing situation anymore, I begged ah pek Dr. to release the earliest date that I could deliver. And after ah pek Dr. checked, green light was given as to when my babies could be safely delivered (ard 36 weeks). We ended up choosing the date which we thought was unique as I’ve opted for caesarean. I actually worked until the final week I was supposed to deliver my babies!

Room was booked at Assunta, PJ and checked in at 6pm as the caesarean session was scheduled at 8a.m. the next morning. That would obviously mean no sleep for that night. I tossed & turned my heavy back trying to take a nap comfortably but to no avail. Nurses came in to check & monitor every now & then….so far OK! At 6a.m. I was asked to take a shower & change, the procedures finally started which led to my lifetime nightmares! I noticed a bit of bleeding that night but didn’t bother much as I was going to be cut up soon.

The pre-operation preparations were killing me until I cried and cried to myself that early morning. I was too naïve…did not expect to be shaved (if I know I would have done it myself)….so so so embarrassed! Then the poking of the tubes for urine & glucose was the hardest to bear….i kept cursing myself for landing myself in such pain and such tormenting situation!! I promised myself at that moment that I will never ever allow them to do the same thing to me again! Statement like these kept running in my mind then:
“why do I want to torture myself like this??”
“why would i have to endure such ordeal & pain ?”
Then, an aesthetician arrived, talked to me for options. Due to my heavy stomach, I had to go for general anaesthetic.

Huby arrived at 7a.m. seeing me with tubes on my hands & wrist, he displayed a pretended calm look but obviously worried to his hell, I know. Very soon, I was transferred to the wheel bed & off I was pushed into the operation room. Huby has been silent all the way….not knowing what to say to me I guess (he has been a person of a few words btw). Huby was not allowed into the operation room so he waited outside.

I was just left on the wheel bed at one corner as I over heard that all the Dr.s were not in yet. I remember my emotion run so badly at that moment…was very afraid, blank didn’t know what to expect, nervous & lying down so uncomfortably!! I felt myself so pity, abandoned at one corner nobody 'layan'…..and i ended up crying to myself again but no shoulder to cry on!! After approximately ½ an hour, I heard my ah pek Dr. loud voice. Yes he arrived, greeted me & told me that they still have to wait for the anaesthetician and the paediatrician (yes, due to twins, there required him to stand by just in case there’s baby complication), so waited again.

Finally, I was pushed into the operating theatre and placed under those surgical lightings…..u know those medical program that we used to watch on the TV in horror. Being motionless & just when I was still guessing what would be the next steps, the anaesthetician came & cover something on my nose and asked me to breathe. One breathe….two breathe and gone, I slipped into coma immediately. The rest was history. Heard huby said it only took them like 30-45 mins to take out my babies + all other unwanted stuffs from my big belly, stitched me up and briefly washed up the babies.

Then, the operating room door was opened and there goes huby saw the nurse pushing a baby trolley out. As I was the only one in the room then, he knew it was going to be his babies…..so damn “kan cheong”/anxious….how do they look? Were they healthy? Any complication? Everything smooth? All sort of queries running around his mind as the trolley approached him and gripped tight in his hand was the ever ready camera to snap his first sight of his precious babies!!

There it goes…….finally, below was the first sight of the ‘old’ dady over his creation of little human….i bet in his heart it goes: “ngo tak chor lah” / I made it !! it was victory to him being a dady at a slightly matured age (34) & seeing his twin boys doing just that great & managing well on their own (btw, we had all prepared for the possibility of ‘a stay in the incubator’ but thank god, the boys don’t need that at all……

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Below photo was huby's first sight of the boys! Huby said lil Scot has already opened his 'sepet' eyes where else Sean continued to sleep for quite a while...

Sean was being pushed out of mumy’s stomach at 8:53am only a minute earlier than Scot at 8:54am and fate has it that he will be the big ko-ko & Scot the ti-ti! Sean=2.65 kg Scot=2.3 kg

Few minutes later, ah pek Dr. walked out, shaked huby's hand & congratulated him. First question from ah pek Dr. was: who chose this date huh? He later explained that my water bag has already burst inside (without me realising) & it was just the right time the babies needed to be taken out......I think the previous night bleeding/show was already a symptom! All i could said was FATE !

When i first opened my eyes, first thing i noticed was.......phew my stomach was already flat!! Then obviously i was drop dead worried if the babies are fine. I only got to see the babies in the camera minutes later & was so blessed knowing that they did just fine!!

I still don't feel anything on my incision yet......but not long, the pain started to develop!! As i was on GA, there was higher tendency of phelgm development. So I was no exception & the horrible part was when the phelgm made me cough.....boy, that pain was unbearable. To be frank, i am a person very vulnerable to pain. That pain on my incision was the worst i ever had in my life....imagine a person who has never been cut up for a long 6 inches!! I know i had friends that encountered the same situation & didn't felt as much as I did, thus commented i was a bit "khuar cheong"/exaggerated but that was exactly how i felt. I kept popping in the pain killer the moment the effect was to expire!! And my first "stand up" from the wake of op nearly saw me fainted. The feeling was as if there was pulling/tearing of the incision which was too much to bear! Again, that ordeal landed me into another episode of phobia!!

No more pregnant.......no more baby........never allow myself to be cut up anymore !!!!

to be continued.....