It’s a Saturday and we’re cooped up at home, having cancelled my much-anticipated dim sum buffet this afternoon and handling yet another labour episode. Poor Ooh Sheng had to come over and eat “chap fan” with hubby instead.
This is probably IT, though it has been progressing painfully slow. At the rate I’m going, Bub will probably be here only tomorrow or Monday.
It was 5am+ when the first toe-curling, sweat-inducing contraction that sent shivers down my spine happened. To be exact, the pain that follows is akin to bad period cramp, only 20 times worse. It feels like my back is crumbling and womb is falling off in a fast whoosh each time the contraction comes. We’ve been timing the interval since then. Twelve hours later, we’re stil at home, still no baby. The interval doesn’t make sense though – no regularity or consistency. Although the intensity of pain gets stronger, the timing is a haywire, ranging from 8 to 20 minutes. There are so many numbers on our paper now that we can easily pick a few combinations and buy lottery!
A call to Christine from Mamalink enlightened us that this may be a sign of early labour. EARLY labour?!! THIS painful?! How am I going to endure Stage 2? I’m trying to avoid thinking about the “e” word. Pray for me that I won’t give in so easily.
A I finish typing this, I’ve gone from my couch to another chair – sitting astride facing backrest – for 6 times as this is by far the best comfort position for me when contraction comes.