Earth Mama Angel Baby: Mama Bottom Balm

inb4 ‘everyone else is going for iherb now, dude’.

i’m an iHerb.com whore (kinda). addict.

The reason being, some products that I love to use, are way expensive here. ‘Clever’ sister introduced me to Earth Mama Angel Baby (EMAB) a long time ago, and I was hooked.

When I compared the price I saw at a baby expo and online, I gritted my teeth. RM40 – RM100 differences. So we ordered from Amazon with free shipping, then off to HopShopGo then through DHL, it’s still worth it, but it took a long time.

My first iHerb purchase was EMAB’s Mama Bottom Balm.

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Since my sis gave her iHerb code, I got USD5 off, and even after the shipping, it beats the normal retail price of RM62.90. And at that time I could get a freebie, so I chose one. It arrived in a week after I made the order. Ordered on Aug 12th, arrived on Aug 16th, to be exact. Super fast, and surprisingly affordable shipping cost, considering they use DHL, which normally up to USD30.

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“makan ubat, okay sayang?”

We (saya dan husband) always found a problem to give our baby meds when she is sick (fever, viral flu). The sweeter the meds syrup gets, the more she refuses to eat it and spit it out.

Remember my cousin who is a staff nurse? I voiced out a concern in regards of this. She told me a ‘trick’ that did the work.

Jgn stop antibiotic once kite da start unless ade side effect mcm allergic reaction…kne complete kan antibiotic…klu muntah2 non stop kne jmpe dr utk amik ubt muntah…baby mmg suffer kan klu dorg xsihat kan…ksian sgt2….

The doctor where I went to bring the baby also advised to alternate meds and warm water. One small push of meds by syringe, one small dose of a water. She gagged at first, but we managed to finish the antibiotics and other meds given.

She just had her 5th month vaccination as well, which probably gave the small side effect of flu and fever.

Found this website when I was googling (what? google?! yes, google) about babies. An online website by Malaysian paeds that gives great insight to the wonders of babies and toddlers.

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My baby is in NICU

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.

ಠ_ಠ!

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.

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They Say

“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.

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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.)

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“If You Don’t Push Until 10, Your Baby Will Suffocate In The Birth Canal…”

“If You Don’t Push Until 10, Your Baby Will Suffocate In The Birth Canal…”

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:

1.

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?

2.

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.

my birth plan

i worked hard for my birth plan. from all paragraphs, then in point forms, a check list, then how disappointed i was that Dr. K refused to even look through my birth plan (instead she suggested me to give it to ANY doctor available during the birth of my baby), i want to give, by far, the simplest version of the birth plan i could write.

i do not want to be discarded as another faceless mother-to-be that they had to grudgingly attend.

again, i am not hoping that they will follow it to the T, as that would only be a wishful thinking and they would just say “but…we are a government hospital!”, i would not give up hope.

i bet there are at least ONE wise and experienced doctor in HSB who have heard that there is an existence of  such thing, and he/she could be understanding enough to at least accommodate to some of the requests.

or else, in this short span of time, we are thinking of changing to another hospital as i might been seen as a nuisance and difficult just because i have opinions and not just being submissive.

a birth is supposed to be an enjoyable moment and not to be feared of.

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meeting with dr. k at ante natal clinic

last week, due to me simply blabbing at the KKIA to the doctor of being suicidal and my heart blood pressure keeps on climbing, i was admitted to Hospital SB, at the emergency birth ward.

i wish  i knew i was talking to a psychiatrist mo who was on duty, so i could keep my mouth shut and tell them what they want to hear.

fast forward to today and i had an appointment. i was late because i slept late. a female doctor in glasses ‘taunted’ me at the ANC that she could have just sent me back. muttering under her breath in english.

i told her “if you want me to go back, i have no problem whatsoever.”

she started to blame the KKIA for setting up the appointment and i told her it was the hospital itself who set it up. and i repeat again i’d be more than happy to ask my husband to drive me back home because at that point of time i was pretty agitated with her lack of professionalism, even after i apologise for being late for the appointment.

i wanted a birth plan of my own. you must have been thinking, why the fuck i want a birth plan in a hospital kerajaan for? because despite the slowness, how ‘full’ the hospital is since everyone from selangor mostly there, i would like to have a little faith that they care.

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du bist was du bist a.k.a no holds barred

i am not here to create commotions, confusions.

just a normal homemaker, first time pregnant and in week 35 by now, in malaysia, ‘registered’ to give birth in a government hospital, hospital SB, because we can’t afford a semi-private or private ones.

i mostly write in small capital letters, unless my keyboard can automatically changed in in case. which can happen, if i use my tablet. it would be mixed in both bahasa malaysia and english.

the posts will not going to entertain you with pictures and animated gifs. mostly will be me venting, and telling everything and anything that happens.

some can be objective, some can be emotional as fuck. why? because i am pregnant, goddammit.

if i can’t put my thoughts into paper – or a digital paper such as this – i might go crazy.

names of the ob gyns and mo will be in initials, so if you know, then you know. if you don’t, just read it and think and then move along.

i am stressed a lot these days, and this is how i can calm down and collect myself. maybe my stories will be worth sharing. maybe you want to know how giving birth in a govt hospital really feels like.

because i am planning not to hide anything….much.