My Miscarriage Management Experience

Once I received news that my baby died in womb, I was given three options by the Women’s Hospital to carry out my miscarriage management. 

First option was to let the dead foetus discharge naturally. If I choose this option, the hospital will arrange a follow up scan in two weeks time. 

Second option was to have medication. If I choose this option, I will be given tablets to take to stop my pregnancy hormone. This will help to speed up the process of my miscarriage. Then a follow up scan will be done to confirm that everything has been discharged.

The third option involved surgery which is known as D&C. I was explained that this is not painful as I will be unconcious when they do the operation. 

The hospital gave me leaftlets to read and I had to make decision in 48 hours by ringing the number which was given to me. 

My husband and me had discussion about this. I also consulted with my dad who is in medical field and he had asked advise from his friend, an experienced gynaecologist. 

I was recommended to proceed with natural miscarriage with the following reasons:

1) My pregnancy stopped at 6 weeks which is less than 9 weeks;

2) This is my first pregnancy hence surgery is not advisable as it will hurt me more; and

3) The gynaecologist explained that my body is amazing that if it can detected genetically weak baby, means it is also able to release the dead baby naturally. 

However, I was also advised to monitor my body temperature because if I have fever, it means there is infection. Thus, I must visit the hospital as soon as possible to remove the dead foetus via surgery. 

Natural miscarriage differs for every woman, sometimes it may take few days or weeks. Alternatively, the gynaecologist advised that if I can’t wait and wish for speedy process, I can opt for the second option. 

After a long thought, I decided to opt for the first option and my husband fully supported my decision. Anyway, since the last scan, my body had started to accept the fact that there was a dead foetus in my womb and that made me bleeding with fresh blood as well as feeling painful cramp around my abdominal area. 

I kept myself slightly active by doing some house chores, hoping that it could speed up the natural miscarriage process. Well, it sort of did. 

On Thursday, I bleed more. I kept going to the toilet to change my sanitary pads and sometimes I stayed longer sitting on the toilet seat letting out the blood clots. It was horrible to see how much bleeding I was suffering. However, each time I discharged the blood clots, my pain slightly reliefed.

The same process went on until Saturday, I had the worst pain. 

I sat on the toilet seat for an hour or more (I can’t remember). While listening to the Korean music that I switched on to calm myself, I saw something came out from my vagina. A thick flesh (looked like meat to me) about the size of my husband’s thumb with a very tiny chord (white slightly  transparent) attached to it. 

The flesh dropped in the toilet bowl and I showed to my husband. He sympathised the dead foetus. Without having a second thought, I flushed. 

I googled to reconfirm whether the flesh I saw was really the dead foetus. Apparently, at 6 weeks pregnancy, the baby should be the size of a lentil seed. I thought the flesh was way too big for the size of lentil. 

I googled again for more information and found that the flesh actually covered the tiny dead foetus. If I had taken out the flesh from the bowl and examined further, I might be able to see the exact look of the dead foetes. Based on several photos found on google, the 6 weeks dead foetus should be white slightly transparent and has some features like tiny eyes, tail, not fully form hands etc. 

I felt a little regret for flushing the flesh but my sister and father comforted me that it was fine because, the foetus did not have any soul from the begining. The Muslims believed baby starts to have soul during 4 months size of pregnancy; and if she died, she must be named and properly buried. 

I felt better, no more abdominal pain but still heavily bleeding. 

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Don’t Take Lightly of a Mother’s Love

Recently, a lot of things happening to me. In September, I was positively pregnant and expected to due in May next year. As an expecting parent, I started to feel a tiny life inside me and I was amazed by the fact that I am contributing some of my energy in creating another human being in me. The feeling was so amazing that I could not explain in words but I guess that was what we called ‘love’. 

A mother’s love is wonderful, that even she hasn’t meet her child, she already felt and spread that love from the first time she knew she was bearing one. Of course, I was looking forward to this new adventure of motherhood.

However, the rain stoped in the middle of the day, so do my journey. Few weeks of happy moment, suddenly I spotted and was sent to emergency room. On first checking, everything was fine but the gyanaechologist booked my first scan to confirm this. So, I went with my husband for the urgent scan. 

The look on the nurse’s face while analysing the screen casted doubt in me that something was wrong. Then she explained that my baby was not developing as expected she should be. The baby was 4 weeks smaller. Is either that my last period calculation was wrong or my calculation is correct but baby had stoped to develop. It was a 50-50 chance. But no moms would give up hope on their child (unless mentally wrong) hence I was given a week for a second scan (in other words second chance) to reconfirm the baby’s growth. 

Still hoping; there always a ‘but’ here, while waited for a week to come, off and on I spotted again. A lot lesser than my first spotting, I still not giving up until the day of my second scan. I was damn nervous even my legs were shaking when the same nurse examined me using the transvaginal scan machine. 

The result was confirmed that my baby had died, no heartbeat and the yolk had started to shrink a bit. I sighed, tried to accept and absord the news. I tried to smile and remain calm, only God knows how I felt. It was hard to describe the feeling of lost of a tiny life thing inside you that you had never had a chance to meet. 

On the other hand, I was glad at some point that I lost the baby earlier. Scientifically, I was briefed that my body was able to detect defects on the baby that it rejected by stopping the growth. Based on the miscarriage leaflet I read, baby usually stop growing when it is genetically weak hence even the baby grows and delivered normally, would be a weak baby. I’m not sure how true is that but I’m glad that there is some logical explanation that would keep me move on. 

I know this is all God’s will because I have faith in God but at least I need to know the cause for future precaution. 

I’m still in grief because it is not something that can settle over night. Just hope that the miscarriage management which I’m going through goes well. 

Even it was only a short period of motherhood journey, I can understand the feeling of other moms who had lost their children. It must be even more painful for them. Having thought of this make me feel stronger that I wasn’t alone. 

What come May?

I seldom talk about politics and what more about politicians. Even when I was in Malaysia, I only voted once for the general election because most of the time I was living abroad and have not much interest in Malaysian politics. Moreover, the restriction to freedom of speech in Malaysia have caused majority of Malaysians including me to be careful with what we speak about the politics situation in my country.

Since I migrated in the UK, I am amazed that the people are allowed to throw their opinions and thoughts freely.

Today, Theresa May, the lady UK Prime Minister officially entered the Downing Street office replacing David Cameron. I have been reading articles on the news about how strict she is and a mirror to the former iron lady, Margaret Thatcher.

As an outsider living in the UK, I find it interesting to live in a country that would be lead by lady leader. Historically, Malaysia has never experience having lady prime minister. Despite the rumors that she hates and would chased out the migrants, I am looking forward to see how this new lady leader lead UK especially now in Brexit situation.

P/S: Since yesterday, pounds has increased slightly. Correct me if I’m wrong.

 

The Referendum

The referendum results was shocking as I thought ‘remain’ would lead the nation of this country even though as emigrant and Commonwealth citizen living here, I would prefer ‘leave’ for Britain (I didn’t vote).

Liverpool town was quieter than usual on Friday night and I felt sad for EU citizens who have settled here, whom have families, whom have build up careers and have economically contribute for  many years for this country.

As external observer, I have been following articles, news, debates and campaigns of the referendum from both sides i.e. who opted for ‘remain’ and ‘leave’. In my opinion, most of the points were based on personal interests rather than proper facts that able to show whether Britain have been better or worse since 1972 as a member of EU. Why she should remain or should leave question have not been answered clearly by those who involved in this campaign. I think majority of people in this country don’t understand the concept of single / common market brought by EU hence I truly believe their choice of vote were mostly driven by emotional rather than knowledge and facts.

Nonetheless, yesterday result is a good news for British as now their Parliament has gained back the true sovereignty in this country. Previously, most laws passed by British Parliament have to comply with EU law. The indication by economists and other experts with regards to their economics stability if they leave EU are just a forecast and speculation. It is entirely depends on them. If they genuinely believe that having self-governance is way better than being in the union, then they need to show the world that they are able to do better economically.

Some have concluded that this would be a dark era but I think it is too early to conclude as the journey is about to start. Do not give up Britain!

The Journal I had Lost

Since my mother passed away, I realised that I have become a quieter person. I am not fancy to socialise with people as I used to. Spending time alone is my favourite activity.

 I felt like I lost my most precious journal. When my mother was still alive, it was almost every day I reported to her my daily activities, what I had been doing, my plans, dreams, who I met, about my friends etc. 

Life is a little bit boring now without her as I have no one to argue with, being stubborn and being loved although I have a husband to do the same😅

I bet my eldest sister and father must be missing her too. We had wonderful experience with our lovely mother. And I don’t think I ever find the same journal that I had lost. 

Repost: Rubber in My Nostril? 

  
Actually I was about to go to bed but suddenly remembered something happened long long time ago during my kindergarten days. I had always wanted to have a mechanical pencil, which I used to call it “tik tik” pencil because it always make the “tik” sound when you push it. 

My elder sister used to have lots of “tik-tik” pencil in her pencil case and I had always borrowed from her. So, one day she lent me her blue “tik-tik” pencil to school. I was very happy and at school, I kept show off to my friends about how wonderful a 6 year old kid can have a “tik-tik” pencil. You know when you were young and a little “stupid”, “tik-tik” pencil can make you look so “cool”. You know what I mean. 

Then, I discovered that the “tik-tik” pencil has an eraser, which something I never knew before. The eraser looked white and small. In fact, I thought it was cute. But, I really had no idea why I got this stupid idea of inserting it into one of my nostrils. So thats what I did and indeed it was stuck in my nostril. I was a little panicked. My friends who saw what I did just said “Oh’Oh”. Well, I didn’t tried to take it out even until I was back home. Also, mummy and abah hardly knew about it. My secret remained until the next day I sneezed. The eraser came out! Finally…I said.

I was excited and showed to my mom and dad, and they gave me a weird look. I guess they must have been thinking how on earth that eraser can be in my nostril for one day. My dad told me that if the eraser had stayed longer in my nostril it could have grown a rubber tree. At the moment, I thanked God for making me sneeze.

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From my former blog, ‘A piece of Cake’

http://mcnie.livejournal.com/2008/01/15/



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Short Story: Chinese Ghost

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“I don’t believe in ghost”, I said to my father after hearing his childhood stories. “Does it really exist?” I asked. Father looked at me with a calm face and said “Well, it’s hard to believe but I have seen one myself long time ago. I’ll tell you next time. I have to go now. I’ll see you next weekend, Sara” he hugged me and left.

My father lived in another state of Malaysia, which took about five hours driving from his place to where my mother and I lived. Due to work reasons, my parents had to live separately but father travelled every weekend to see us. He loved to tell me stories of his past and because he grew up in a rural village, he had many interesting stories to tell about his childhood experiences. I had always loved to listen to his stories but I was not sure whether he had exaggerated his stories because sometimes I felt that it sounded too fictional and out of this world.

It has been more than five years ever since my parents were living apart due to work commitments and I chose to live with my mother in a small town called Taiping. A town which was famously known as the ‘rain city’ because it often rained and was acknowledged as the wettest town in Malaysia. My mother and I lived in a semi-detached house on a hilly residential area where we were surrounded by a little forest. Although at night the residential area was a bit spooky, I loved my home.

Everyday after school, I would jog for an hour on my own and sometimes, I was joined by friends who lived nearby. The neighbourhood in Taiping were mostly veterans or pensioners. Most Malaysians who had retired chose to live in Taiping to spend the rest of the retirement live and this was particularly true among the Chinese. I guess older people found it peaceful to live here for the reason of being surrounded by lush and peaceful nature, away from the busy city lives. Therefore, it was common to see the older generations walk or jog in the morning and late afternoon in Taiping.

One day, while I was doing my routine exercise, I saw an old man with a white t-shirt, white shorts, white socks and white shoes jogged passed me. I smiled at him and he greeted me, “Hello, how are you?”. “I’m good, Uncle. Thank you”, I answered politely and continued my jogging route. In Malaysia, we greeted older men or women by addressing them as either ‘uncle’ or ‘aunty’. The following day, I saw him again and this time, we stopped and chatted. This uncle whose name unknown was a retired businessman probably aged 70s. He was new to Taiping and he bought one of the houses near my home. I did not ask further where exactly he lived but I was drawn by his courage to keep exercising everyday consistently.

When my father visited me that weekend, I told my father about this uncle who jogged everyday, “I have never seen such an old man with courage to exercise. I think you should start exercising like him to live longer,” I teased my father. He smiled.

Tong! Tong! Tong!

That morning, the neighbourhood was noisier than usual. However, the place felt gloomy, I thought. “Someone just passed away”, my mother interrupted my mind. “Oh, how did you know, mom?” I asked. “That Tong! Tong! Tong! sound is the Chinese drum. It means there is a Chinese funeral going on now”, my mother explained.

Tong! Tong! Tong!

I ran outside to the gate and chased the sound. It came from one of the houses near my home. I saw many cars parked near the house where the sound came from. There was a big black banner hung at the house entrance with some Chinese characters written on it. People came in and out of the house. Some were wearing white and black clothing. Suddenly, there were many crows that flew around the little forest as if they were visiting the dead. This is the beauty of Malaysia, we lived with different races and are blessed with diversity of cultures. That day I had a chance to witness a Chinese funeral even from afar.

“Ouch!” I screamed as my mum pinched my arm. “What are you doing out here? You are not supposed to look at other people’s funeral. Come back into the house now!” I followed her. Mother had always had her own superstitious beliefs like she would not allow me to see other people’s coffins as she was afraid that bad things would happen later on. Every time when we passed by someone else’s funeral, she would quickly cover my eyes with her hands. Seriously, I thought that was ridiculous. My thought was back to the funeral I saw that morning and wondered whose funeral would that be.

As usual, I jogged that late afternoon. It has been two weeks and I had not seen that Uncle. “Dad, I was just wondering what happened to that Uncle. I think I haven’t seen him jog for quite a while. I wonder if he now decided to jog in the morning”. Dad who was reading the newspaper looked up at me but did not comment anything. Mother later joined us and said “Sara, could you please accompany me to fetch your sister at the train station tomorrow? It would be very early in the morning like 3 o’clock”. I sighed and nodded.

I have an older sister who was in the university studying law and now she was coming home for her university break. I was excited to meet her but hated the idea of having to wake up in the wee hours. It was half two in the morning. The place was still dark and quiet except for the sound of crickets. While mother was starting the car engine to warm it up, I was standing at our house gate. We did not have an automatic gate and it had to be handled manually. I had no choice but to wait alone near the gate until mother drive the car out from the porch. It was not entirely dark at the place I was standing as there was a lamp post opposite our house which was bright enough.

Still waiting and suddenly I saw that Uncle came out from the dark route, jogged passed by me. Under the lamp post light, I knew it was him and he looked up at me but was not smiling nor even greeted me. Surprisingly, I did not greet him too. Maybe because I was shocked to see him. He jogged into the dark and I had no idea where he went. “Quick girl. Get into the car!” mother said. I got into the car and looked at the car’s digital clock showed 3:00AM. Then I said to mother, “Isn’t it too early for someone to jog at this hour?” “Why?” Mother asked, sounded curious. “Because I just saw the Uncle jogged passed by our house at this hour”. Mother just ignored me and concentrated on her driving.

Time flew by and it was another weekend which meant father was around the house. During breakfast with him, I told him about what I saw on the day of fetching my sister at the train station. “So maybe he has changed his jogging schedule. Maybe now he likes to jog in the morning. But isn’t it too early to jog at that hour?” Then father said, “Sara, I’ve got something to show you”. With firm face, father showed me an outdated newspaper that he read weeks before and pointed at the obituary page. “It’s that Uncle’s picture!” I was very excited then I read what was written beneath his picture, ‘Our condolences to Mr Wang and family on the lost of beloved father, the late Wang Fa Chun…Taiping resident…’ I could not read more and felt the goosebumps. “Dad, I think I’ve seen a Chinese ghost”.

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