I noticed the 'show' at ~2am after I told baby that she can come out now (you see, before that I kept telling her to wait until Jie Jie finished her exams, but then when her due date came and went, and my gynae told me that she could only let me wait for another 10 more days, I started to get worried). I timed my contraction and when I noticed it's consistent with about 7 minutes apart, I went to have a bath. That was at ~3am. After bath, I tried to go back to sleep, as I thought of waiting till morning to admit. But at ~4am, I felt the contraction was more obvious so I went to wake hubby up. He suggested we wait till 6am but he went to get himself ready as well, and made sure all the camera, etc were fully charged. I was hoping to go to the 6.45am mass that day (yes, it's a Sunday) but MIL advised us to go straight to the hospital as this was the 3rd one already, and she could come really fast. I called the hospital to ask for advice and they told me to go straight to the delivery room since I had 2 symptoms - the 'show' and consistent contraction pain. If really it's not time yet, then they would release me and I could go home.
Hubby told the girls we're going to the hospital despite me asking him not to wake them up. In the end, I had some hard time trying to get away as SJ was already crying and wouldn't let me go. SY was ok as she's very excited herself.
I panicked when I didn't hear any sound after they told me that she's out, so I kept asking why she didn't cry. Only then did I learnt that her nose and mouth need to be suctioned to clear all secretions before she could breathe and cry. Haha, looks like my memory failed me after 5 years. Hubby was again given the honour to cut the baby's umbilical cord. Right after that, baby was placed on my body for awhile before they took her away for cleaning. She was placed on the warmer unit during the cleaning process.
It's not over for me yet, for I had to push again to get the placenta out. Even though I still used the laughing gas when the contraction pain came, it's over before I knew it. My gynae sucked out all the dirty blood from me. I could feel her stitching me up and it's painful even though she had given me a jab at my tigh. It looked like I had a 2nd degree tear which was considered not serious. After all that, my gynae carried the baby for me again. I just realised that we didn't manage to take a family photo this time... but me and baby managed to have one with our gynae.
After everything was done, the nurses helped me change into my own clothes and then carried the baby for me to breastfeed. I was so tired, thirsty and hungry then (I didn't eat anything except for half a glass of milo at ~5am) so when they carried the baby to me, I was all drained up and just felt like sleeping. I still haven't recovered from the nightmare until the following day itself. At that time, I didn't feel like doing anything, including breastfeeding the baby, entertaining the 2 girls who had come visiting or even my hubby, MIL, his brother, etc. whatsmore to inform my friends that I've delivered. I just wanted to sleep :)