And just like that, 30 weeks of pregnancy bliss have pass me by.
I can’t believe how far along we’ve come, how I’ve managed to make it without a serious emotional/hormonal breakdown in between, how I’ve enjoyed almost every step of it except for 2 tiny pockets of negative news which turned out good eventually (Amen!) and how I can start counting down to the next 7-8 weeks before we say “anytime, now” to anyone who asks how far along we are.
Baby Chungkin’s presence to our last weeks of couple hood has also been more regular & significant. No longer do I have to let the husband know when baby’s moving actively for him to feel it. These days, all he has to do is start talking, and the little one will respond with a flurry of rolling pins, kicks, and punches before daddy tells him to stop & take a break.
Last night, after the Bo told the chungkin that we were watching ‘Rocky III’ and what the show was about; the little one after being encouraged by daddy to ‘punch & move to the beat’, actually used mummy’s tummy as a punching bag when ‘Eye of the Tiger‘ was playing. Thankfully he wasn’t at 36 weeks yet so ’em moves were still bearable.
What a daddy’s boy.
The past 2 days have been a reality check for me. Being admitted to KKH delivery suite for monitoring, albeit nothing serious thankfully and no contractions in sight was the closest glimpse and experience I had to knowing what was to come on D-day.
And this morning, after reading about another lady’s labour experience under the same gynae which took place last night, provided me with insight of what to be mentally prepared for. Apparently even giving birth at 36 weeks is considered premature by the PD and baby has to be put in niuc for monitoring due to lungs development despite what the gynaes tell us. Though the mother was assured that there were no big issues foreseen.
It also made me think, that if I do deliver at 36 weeks like this lady, effectively I’m left with 6 weeks from today to be as mentally & physically prepared as I can be!
To my little bub chungkin, thanks for being such a good listener and a strong warrior to fight the recent virus. I know it was a struggle being in that hot oven alone as mommy and daddy desperately tried to cool your environment as much as we could, but thank you for staying strong and responding with movements when we needed you to. Be it 6 weeks, 8 weeks or 10 weeks before you decide to say “hello mom & pop” to us in person, we will respect that and patiently wait to embrace you.
Right now, mommy needs to start getting her things & hospital bag in order.