It's 12:52 sharp Malaysia time right now while I am typing this very sentence, and by this time 1 month and 2 weeks ago I was in labor, fighting for my dear life and my two little girls in me.
46 days ago I gave birth to a pair of beautiful baby girls in my birthplace, Kuala Lumpur. My eldest daughter was born at 1:49 am and one minute later at 1:50 my youngest came out, Alhamdulillah healthy. They were on their 38th week that day, where the physicians in HKL confirmed that a pair of monochorionic/diamniotic (mo-di) identical twins are at higher risk of multiple complications including fatality if not to be taken out if not yet born naturally. I was admitted January 21st on Sunday and scheduled for an induction the next day.
My water broke at 12 in the afternoon of 22nd January by a physician's hand-crafted painful 'poke' which I requested an epidural to accompany the much anticipated contractions to come. The opening was at 3cm approximately and I was told to have 7cm more to go until I should start feeling a gush of 'fake bowel movement'.
I started pushing around 12 midnight but was taken to the operation theatre for an emergency Cesarean Section after 1 hour of excruciating pain. My epidural tube was not working (they later decided there has been a leakage on their part) and I was put to sleep during the whole process. Naturally, I did not had my skin-to-skin with my newborn daughters right after they kissed my belly goodbye.
By the time I woke up, my husband was on my right bedside and two tiny-red-colored human were on my left. My face was stuffed with oxygen to help me breathe, and I found myself very tired and not able to produce sound like I normally do. My voice did not come out properly and I couldn't bare to move since the pain around my abdomen was surfacing.
My brand-new daughters and I were detained for 1 week (due to the girls' showing symptoms of Jaundice) at the hospital which during it my husband especially and parents helped me throughout the most confusing; I must say, and painful days I have ever been in my life.
Fast forward today, they are still helping me coping with this new amazing God-given joy that anyone could ever ask for. I must see myself put them before me and anything else in the future hoping that I could ever pay it back to them for what they have done for me.
I am almost recovered from the pain and post-operative wound, can walk and sit like I used to, but to a certain amount of speed or else I would start feeling uncomfortable right beyond the surgery incision.
We are loving every bit of parenthood (grandparenthood in my parents' case) and could not ask for more. Sleepless nights and first time parent's argument are all worth it when the twin flash us their untimely baby smile here and there when being attended to.
I pray to God to give me enough time to see the girls grow up to be someone strong, recognized in His heaven's community, in their lifetime and in the hereafter, and I am looking forward to be a better person because of them.
My favorite mantra in this journey is; 'Strong women...may we know them, may we be them, may we raise them'.
Amin.
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