Week 7 - 11
After our first visit to Dr L, we made a 2nd appointment to see him again at the 9th week of my pregnancy. I was actually doubtful of appointing Dr L as our appointed gynea as I felt he was not as caring as Dr Geraldine. I felt he was unable to give me the attention that Dr G was capable off. However, their charges are of a vast difference. Dr L was of course much cheaper. And the dear Hubby actually liked him for being so straight forward as Dr L did not have much "Dos & Don'ts during pregnancy". He did not like the fact that Dr G might end up baby-sitting me *HMPH*.
Dr L assured me during the visit that the little Pie was doing ay-ok and had a 90% chance of survival once heart beat was established. But being the worry-pot that I am (still is), I was extrememly watchful of my acitivities and diet. In fact, recalling now, I think I might have been a Paranoid mommy-to-be too. For the 3weeks till the next appointment, I was constantly worried about the little Pie's well-being. "Is the food clean?"
"Can I eat this? Can I eat that?"
"Can I do this? Can I Do that?"
The Dos and Don'ts in babycentre.com practically became my pregnancy bible. I refered to it every other day and tried my best to follow it to the core. It was torturing. What was more torturing was the morning sickness I was facing daily. It started at week 5. I had morning sickness throughout the day. Food would get expelled no matter what I ate. The only meal I could stomache was Dinner. I was also suffering constant hunger pangs. I would wake up at 2am just to eat a slice of bread. Crackers were my source of energy as the little Pie seemed to like it.
We tried to keep up with our visit to Sentosa for our weekly volleyball session initially. However, I soon found out that the little Pie was not enjoying exercise so much. After 10mins of light playing, I would have to stop and rest as I would often felt cramps in the abdomen. It was the Pie's way of telling me to STOP. What a tyrant. The heat was also getting to me even though I used to enjoy sun-bathing so much. There was once, I nearly fainted from heat stroke even though I was just reading in the shades and was completely out of the sun. I vomitted and felt light headed. Things only got better after I took a cold shower. From then on, we have not stepped into Sentosa. The poor hubby has also become fairer as a result :)
I think I was in the 2nd month of my pregnancy when things got a little rough at home. My dad, was not feeling so well. He was sent to SGH one day for his backache and bladder discomfort. Somehow, the MO decided that his bladder discomfort was caused by prostrate enlargement and prescribed him the strongest antibiotics. He was also ordered to the A&E for a scan of his spine. At the A&E, the doctor decided that his pain was caused by a chip in his spine. All this lead to a very stressful week for the whole family.
He was in & out of the outpatient clinic in SGH because of the constant pain caused by the supposedly prostrate enlargement. It was terrible seeing him so frail and weak when he should be in high moods about being a grandpa soon. His pain only ease, when he finally saw a consultant for his prostrate. That was when we were told that the MO had made a mistake. He was only suffering from a bout of UTI. His prostrate was very much healthy -.-"" It was a great relief to us. But at the same time you had the urge to bash the MO up for making an erronous diagnosis and causing my dad to worry unnecessarily.
Shortly after my dad's prostrate problems were resolved, the dear hubby was off to reservist for a week. This was my most suffering week in the first trimester due to the constant vomitting. It was also the first time after discovering the pregnancy that I had to go to and knock of from work on my own. I tried to take the public transport as much as I could. But there were days when I had to rely on the TAXI. It was costly. But battling morning sickness and the rush hour crowd was not easy breezy for my weak body. There were also days where I would be so tired that I would just nap at my desk for an hour or leave from work earlier. I was grateful to the FIL aka Boss aka the Grandpoppy for being so sympathetic. He would almost always insist I go home to rest whenever he sees me napping at my desk.
Miraculously, the morning sickness went away after week 11 - the same time hubby returned from his reservist :). We also did the Oscar Test during this week. Dr L told us from Part I of the test (nasal scan) that the little Pie was most probably normal. Blood was also draw as part of the test. We were told that the results would be disclosed to us during the next visit (16th week) unless, it was abnormal. Oh. During the scan. Dr L also told us that the pie was probably a pink baby :) Daddy was a wee bit disappointed as He was looking forward to a wrestling partner. But I know he loves the pie just as much be it a boy or girl.
More updates coming up...
Dr L assured me during the visit that the little Pie was doing ay-ok and had a 90% chance of survival once heart beat was established. But being the worry-pot that I am (still is), I was extrememly watchful of my acitivities and diet. In fact, recalling now, I think I might have been a Paranoid mommy-to-be too. For the 3weeks till the next appointment, I was constantly worried about the little Pie's well-being. "Is the food clean?"
"Can I eat this? Can I eat that?"
"Can I do this? Can I Do that?"
The Dos and Don'ts in babycentre.com practically became my pregnancy bible. I refered to it every other day and tried my best to follow it to the core. It was torturing. What was more torturing was the morning sickness I was facing daily. It started at week 5. I had morning sickness throughout the day. Food would get expelled no matter what I ate. The only meal I could stomache was Dinner. I was also suffering constant hunger pangs. I would wake up at 2am just to eat a slice of bread. Crackers were my source of energy as the little Pie seemed to like it.
We tried to keep up with our visit to Sentosa for our weekly volleyball session initially. However, I soon found out that the little Pie was not enjoying exercise so much. After 10mins of light playing, I would have to stop and rest as I would often felt cramps in the abdomen. It was the Pie's way of telling me to STOP. What a tyrant. The heat was also getting to me even though I used to enjoy sun-bathing so much. There was once, I nearly fainted from heat stroke even though I was just reading in the shades and was completely out of the sun. I vomitted and felt light headed. Things only got better after I took a cold shower. From then on, we have not stepped into Sentosa. The poor hubby has also become fairer as a result :)
I think I was in the 2nd month of my pregnancy when things got a little rough at home. My dad, was not feeling so well. He was sent to SGH one day for his backache and bladder discomfort. Somehow, the MO decided that his bladder discomfort was caused by prostrate enlargement and prescribed him the strongest antibiotics. He was also ordered to the A&E for a scan of his spine. At the A&E, the doctor decided that his pain was caused by a chip in his spine. All this lead to a very stressful week for the whole family.
He was in & out of the outpatient clinic in SGH because of the constant pain caused by the supposedly prostrate enlargement. It was terrible seeing him so frail and weak when he should be in high moods about being a grandpa soon. His pain only ease, when he finally saw a consultant for his prostrate. That was when we were told that the MO had made a mistake. He was only suffering from a bout of UTI. His prostrate was very much healthy -.-"" It was a great relief to us. But at the same time you had the urge to bash the MO up for making an erronous diagnosis and causing my dad to worry unnecessarily.
Shortly after my dad's prostrate problems were resolved, the dear hubby was off to reservist for a week. This was my most suffering week in the first trimester due to the constant vomitting. It was also the first time after discovering the pregnancy that I had to go to and knock of from work on my own. I tried to take the public transport as much as I could. But there were days when I had to rely on the TAXI. It was costly. But battling morning sickness and the rush hour crowd was not easy breezy for my weak body. There were also days where I would be so tired that I would just nap at my desk for an hour or leave from work earlier. I was grateful to the FIL aka Boss aka the Grandpoppy for being so sympathetic. He would almost always insist I go home to rest whenever he sees me napping at my desk.
Miraculously, the morning sickness went away after week 11 - the same time hubby returned from his reservist :). We also did the Oscar Test during this week. Dr L told us from Part I of the test (nasal scan) that the little Pie was most probably normal. Blood was also draw as part of the test. We were told that the results would be disclosed to us during the next visit (16th week) unless, it was abnormal. Oh. During the scan. Dr L also told us that the pie was probably a pink baby :) Daddy was a wee bit disappointed as He was looking forward to a wrestling partner. But I know he loves the pie just as much be it a boy or girl.
More updates coming up...