Monday, May 15, 2017

The Beginning of Second Trimester and Ward 2B, PPUKM

Don't ask me why, for the sky is so high... After more than 3 years, I'm back in former home-sweet-home of 2 months i.e. Ward 2B of PPUKM once more.  The sight of mothers in labour, mothers with newborns, and the oh-so-familiar sounds of CTG machines everywhere are close enough to touch my heart and put my eyes to tears, although I'm still far from all these right now.

The surrounding compound 

A bit of here and there along the way
The second trimester had just begun and a few things had so-called "progressed" recently.

As contemplated, the plan itself is isn't complicated, but sometimes, involves a small degree of red tape.

PPUKM, or formerly called HUKM, is the nearest hospital with the necessary facilities and expertise from where I live when it comes to cases of high risk pregnancies, which include cervical insufficiency.

Obtaining a referral to the O&G clinic of PPUKM is straightforward, likewise obtaining an appointment.  However, when it comes to decision on further management, it depends on how soon the case gets elevated to a specialist.  For instance:

Flow of event
I have taken action very early this time.   At 5 weeks when things were still highly uncertain, I made an appointment with one of the Profs at UKMSC, whom I've met during my stay at Ward 2B in 2014. The waiting list is long, so the fastest appointment I could get is when I'm already 14 weeks.  There's been some changes in the list of doctors, e.g. Prof Jamil whom I used to see during Aaron’s time had retired while Dr Suraya who did my emergency cerclage back in 2014 is currently practising elsewhere.

At the same time, immediately upon confirmation that the baby is inside the uterus at 7 weeks, I went to my nearest ob-gyn Dr. Norshida for referral to the O&G clinic at PPUKM - public wing.  It was done, and I was given an appointment within a reasonable period.  Let's keep both options on and see which one works.

My first antenatal visit at the O&G clinic PPUKM was given on 26/4, which was close to 12 weeks. Routine tests such as BP and weight measurements, urine test for protein and glucose, and USG were done.  There was a 15-minutes session on breastfeeding by student-nurses that day.  Apart from HVS taken that day, but contrary to my expectation that some sort of decision may be available regarding what's next, I was told to return in 2 weeks' time for cervical TVS.

2 weeks later, I had my first check-up with Prof Azurah at UKMSC - the private wing as per my appointment.  Prof Azurah immediately remembered me when I told her about my previously dislodged Arabin, because apparently, at PPUKM, among the many success stories, I'm the tiny minority with an opposite outcome.

Prof Azurah expressed her surprise that I was not referred to her while at the public wing for check-up on 26/4.  Had my routine check-up, with an additional scan to measure the cervical length, which thank God was still within normal parameter for 14 weeks.

Arabin insertion at PPUKM: My history and now
Prof Azurah suggested that I should go for the Arabin pessary early this time, but I will have to be referred to the public ward.  Arabin and I, at first I felt great suspense, in view of how it failed in just 24 hours back in 2014, resulting in an emergency cerclage and prolonged bed rest in the ward until delivery!

(Note: The Arabin pessary is a device used for those with incompetent cervix for the prevention of preterm delivery - an alternative to cervical cerclage.  At PPUKM, depending on the case, it's the first in line treatment for cervical competence.  In Malaysia, the use of the Arabin is limited, mainly available at teaching hospitals)

I was asked to be admitted to the good old Ward 2B on Monday (today) for Arabin insertion by Dr. Rahana was Prof Azurah will be out of town the following week for examination.

Day 1 and precious Monday
Other than the familiarity which is the only comforting factor, it's pretty devastating to be informed in the late afternoon that the Arabin insertion will only be done on the next day.

The present scene

The reality: A mixed bag of good and bad
Other than praying that this time will be better than previously, trying to avoid as many physical activity as possible, and to stick to whatever diet or medication I'm supposed to take, there's nothing else that I can do to make sure that I deliver full-term for another time - for one last time.

Ahh..... many things are running across me right now.  I had an instinct that I should try for one last child for only one obvious reason, and I finally did.  But when I think again, I wonder why am I putting myself through so many challenges once more - have I forgotten about how the 2014 long medical leave crept into my work that I felt really blur when I finally returned to work?

Where I wish I am right now, besides home

The waiting time, the risk of yet another prolonged leave for bed rest if the Arabin fails once more, the risk of premature delivery is everything else fails, and the emotional toll for all these mess.............  Although people always tell that beneath all the hard work and pain, you'll finally see the blessing, keeping motivated isn't as easy as how I wish it is.

Three years down the line: Ward 2B of PPUKM in 2017
On a more positive side, it's pleasant to note that Ward 2B is still generally comfortable, and the 2 meals that I've had so far were better than back in 2014.  It's a different caterer now, the utensils used are different and feels more at home this time, the chicken rendang served during lunch was tastier compared to previously although the menu looked the same.

A layout that suddenly reminds me of Hospital Ampang when Alvin's still very tiny 

Tea at 3 pm

Conclusion
The ward is quiet today, and I hope it will remain throughout my stay.  I don't know whether the Arabin will work or not this time, I don't know when, where and how will Baby No. 3 come out, and right now, I am most concerned if I can safely carry the baby at least until early term.  How I wish I can be like those who are able to continue going to work even in the third trimester so that conscience remains intact.  Regardless of the outcome of this time, this shall be my last pregnancy, because this is my maximum threshold, after various rocky paths.

Friday, May 5, 2017

An Eye-Opening Dream and My Mom

“Dreams are dreams”, and hence I normally don’t take them seriously apart from being dreams.
However, the dream last night was somewhat thought-provoking as upon getting up, I wondered if the dream were to occur in real life will I react “the way I did in my dream”?

Scene 1: The Dream
It was a sunny afternoon in the serene neighbour of Ipoh called Batu Gajah where my mom used to work for many years.  My tiny family and I happened to be there and we were hungry, so we dropped by the restaurant located downstairs of the clothing stockist’s office where my mom used to go at least once a week to get her stocks for her customers. 


The stockist, let’s call her A, is a very friendly lady who’s like a friend to my mom – they used to travel to a few nearby states like Penang and KL together for business-related events (I have joined them to Penang once) and they used to chat a lot about their personal lives, children and so on. 
I’ve been to this restaurant more than 10 years ago, and it is operated by A’s brother, let’s call him K.  In short, it’s a family business upstairs and downstairs of the shophouse.

As K was away, A manned the cash counter.  As she was calculating the total, she glanced at me with an aura of déjà vu, her eyes as if telling “I have a strong feeling I used to see you frequently many years ago, but I’m unable to immediately recall who are you”.

Scene 2: The Flight Mode 
“Thirty-five ringgit in total”, I gave her RM50, but she’s short of RM5 for change.  Feeling uneasy and fearing she’ll soon remember me and ask me about my mom’s whereabouts as my mom suddenly disappeared from the scene in May 2011, I had an urge to move away quickly.  So, I said “it’s alright, that RM5 is my drink treat for you” and left.

Scene 3: What will I do if this really occurs?
From “my reaction” in the dream, I start to question what’s beneath my subconscious mind.  Given the same thing in reality, will I pretend to be someone else as what I did in the dream, or will I say “Hi aunty A, how are you? I am Sek Lai Kuin’s daughter… do you remember me” and then tell A that I’m so sorry for being unable to inform her earlier about my mom because I didn't have her contact number?

Scene 4: Possible theories behind the dream
It’s been almost 6 years down the line, yet some of my mom’s business acquaintances have not been informed about her demise.  I had access to her phone diary later on, but I haven’t got the determination to contact the list of all persons one-by-one.  

Arguably, I am not strongly-obliged to contact everyone whom she knew on a business basis (as opposed to her personal friends and long-time colleagues).  But a pinch of guilt continued to haunt me when her business acquaintances e.g. the clothing line stockist whom she used to get catalogues and stocks from, the skincare salesperson at Parkson whom my mom used to buy her products from, and her loyal customers of discounted formula milk continued to call her mobile during the days when I retained her SIM card and phone.  And I would end up either not picking up the calls, or at most merely informed her customers that she’s no longer selling clothes and formula milk, but without disclosing the actual reason for fear of receiving various reactions from them.  What???



Once, my mom’s former long-time colleague (Aunty S) called my number.  While I’m generally silent about personal happenings on social media, the power of social media is nevertheless tremendous as third party postings served as powerful medium of information. I knew this colleague of my mom in person since I was very young, likewise her daughter who is my long-time friend-cum-classmate, so I picked up the call and confirmed that indeed, the news is true.

Another former colleague of my mom (Kak Y) whom my mom used to work with prior to her retirement soon called – I know her too, so I picked up the call and strangely felt guilty when the call was filled with sobs.  Aww, I didn’t know what to do so I tried to comfort Kak Y although most would expect vice versa. 

Thus, I suspect that’s how the “fear” of explaining about my mom’s whereabouts came from.  Worse, the longer it is, the guiltier I will feel if I suddenly bump into her acquaintances or uninformed friends, if we've missed anyone earlier.   

Scene 5: Silver lining despite the odds
From the day of my mom’s departure until today, I have not dropped any tear for that although I do miss the person who had lent her womb for me to stay in for almost 9 months.

In any event, I fully accept that this is life’s cycle.  When things happen, there’s a reason for it although the answers may not come quickly.  Perhaps when I'm free one day, I'll write more about my mom for the sake of re-living and sharing some memories of her.

Looking from a more positive side, she’s seen her children grown up and gone into the work force although she didn’t get to see her grandchildren.  My mom need not worry about my dad as although my dad is not able to be 100% independent at this age (in his 70s now), he’s still in generally good health, thankfully, and surrounded by kind family members and folks when he needs help – fingers-crossed.

Scene 6: The prudent way to do it
Back to the dream and if it were to occur, applying prudence and logic, I shall not act the way I did like in the dream.  Be my usual self, greet them if I bump into anyone of them, and explain to them if they ask.