I am NOT trying to show off, or bragging about my birth, or to to bite my thumb at HSB as some thinks. But one sided story and assumptions made me ‘geram’ and enough is enough. There are two sides of a coin and this is mine.
Maybe I was at fault at some things, maybe it’s theirs. But as I haven’t loudly put any blame on them as much as they LOVE to put their own lack of professionalism, courtesy and blame on me, I don’t know.
I was hesitant to tell people about me giving birth. Because I am not sure what will happen to my baby. At least until she is okay. But my genius youngest sister had to blurt it out in our whatsapp group. So the shit hit the fan and I am braving my day for any lashing out from my family, or from anyone. On what shoulds and shouldnots, could and couldnots, how my dad would gleefully told me that I have ‘stubborn certified’ stamped across my forehead.
From the previous post about me giving birth. it’s getting too “dinding perkataan” so I am breaking the stories into two parts.
Cause and Effect
Every action has its cause and effect, as I mentioned earlier.
I spent my hospital days from Sept 15 with no baby beside me.
Dr. S*H blamed it on my refusal on no episiotomy to hasten the process, which was why my baby inhaled meconium (baby’s poop) inside her.
“Thick, thick, thick,” she said to other nurse as my baby was cleaned outside the labour room.
I was unable to move as the anaesthetic paralyses me still but I was told by the nurses to move by myself.
Both of them just looked and did nothing, even after I explained I could not move my feet.
I asked for help because the maternity pad they made me wear are fully heavy from the blood that it stained a big chunk of the mattress. Like a normal expected tv script, I was told by the nurses to be patient while she continued talking to her colleague.
I was left alone by myself again. I was asked if I wanted to drink, but the nurse put the glass out of my reach.
I had two types of IV dripped inside me, one was saline and the other was pitocin (to shrink my uterus due to the excessive bleeding).
I found out that I was haemorrhaging with 600ml+ of blood out of me.
No blood was being given to replace that. And I was not sure if I should get one either. No one to explain.
I was being treated like I have a mental problem, the morning after. After I cried non-stop listening to other baby cries around me.
As if crying is a sin frowned upon and everyone is normal, prim and proper, except you.
A doctor named Iqbal came to me, wanted to take 2ml of my blood. I asked what for. And I believed he was taken aback by that.
Collecting whatever small amount of patience I have left, I then calmly explained to him my situation, and he in turn was not being defensive.
I told him how alone I felt. He assured me that I could go and see my baby in Newborn/NeoNatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) in a while.
That was early morning. And for a moment I felt a bit relieved that someone finally wanted to understand me, or at least showed a decency standing beside me long enough trying to understand me.
Close to noon, someone woke me up. It was Dr. S*H and her entourage.
“Do you feel this anxiety often? Do you panic often?” Dr. S*H asked me during her morning round.
“If you were me, could you defend the given rights to all of man?”
(edit: March 6, 2014:
if you read this page or maybe not, that means you agree that you are reading this on your own free will. this is a PERSONAL story, true events, no holds barred. i will censor all the names again by my own preference, since you brave enough to take this old post i shared with a closed group and share outside of it, but no balls and tits to even remotely tell me i should censor them.
you can think whatever you want on your social media, i can think whatever i want. this is NOT a made-up story, or finding who is the victim, or to tarnish anyone’s reputation, be it your parents, your siblings, relatives, friends.
why you post it publicly?
– so that if i die, someone bound to get this page if i forgot to let them know. can you imagine not knowing ever? yes. ah okay.
why do you hate Dr S. and Dr. K?
– i don’t. but they would re-think how they treated me and others, should they remember me
why you hate the gomen hospital so much?
– i don’t. but i won’t go deep on that. you seems smart to jump into that by yourself.
kau MUSTI orang jenis taknak vaksin, percaya google and wikipedier, anak mati..padan muka.
– OMG..sedap mulut. vaksin atau tak, itu hak parents. aku bawak anak aku vaksin, tak pernah miss. apa kejadah kau ni, anti google? sumpah tak pernah guna google ke? kalau orang cam kau jenis guna google mmg confirm ok tapi utk aku tak? come on.
why you close comments? you sked issit? sked kitty fatty boo boo
– I just found out about auto closed comment in setting. i dunnolah about blogging blogging ni. i am so dumb. then i found it. then i was like wheeeeee i clickkkk wheeee.
you are one selfish prick! may God(s) curse you into the nothingness and your child become stupid!
– i know. but that is not so religious of you to say that. would u like people to say that to you?
by reading this, I assume you read this as well.
read at your own risk. i risk myself everyday to just to live.)
definitely my favourite website to read, apart from other things serious that makes my baby in the tummy frowns.
some of the comments are witty and true:
What the hell? Apparently they don’t teach that babies get their oxygen from the cord until the baby is actually out at medical school. Seriously how do you graduate from even just high school without knowing these things?
You always have to ask the question “how many adults do you know who haven’t been born?”
Works with a lot of stupid statements!
3. this what most mothers go through in malaysian govt hospital. mental note: need to hire lawyer if this shit happens.
This is mine. It was a brutal labour. I can’t get into too much detail as the doctor is being investigated by the medical board over my labour but I can tell you I was injected with medications against my will and wishes; the cord was clamped immediately, against my wishes; my hubby was yelled at when he asked if he was cutting in the right place; The doc and nurses preformed 2 pelvic exams without warning and against my will…to the point where I had to kick the doctor to get her to remove her hand; my water was broken against my wishes.
When crowning, I screamed quite loud in shock over how fast the pain came on. The doctor said: “Oh will you just stop. If you keep doing that you’re going to tear your perinium”. When I did tear and started screaming because the numbing needle for stitches hurt like hell she said “See. You shouldn’t have screamed now you can deal with the pain. It’s not that bad” There was more but I’d bore you all with it. Needless to say next baby is coming at home in the water with me pushing however the hell I want.
Sure, save human babies..we need to observe sheeps. yups. Chimps no good here.