My Story

I am a first time mum waiting for my little baby girl’s arrival like a little girl opening up her Christmas present. But the wait was not a smooth one for me at all. During the forth month of my pregnancy my gynae told me that my report shows that my little baby had a risk of being a Down syndrome baby. I was devastated; I kept asking myself “Why it had to be me?” At that time, I can already feel the baby moving inside me. I was told that I had to do another test and I had to wait for two weeks for the report. I told my baby everyday that she must be alright because mummy is waiting for her arrival. . The two weeks was really a mental torture for me. While waiting for my report, I cried almost everyday. Thank god, my husband and family were there to support me. The report came back two weeks later and the doctor told me everything was alright. But it didn’t put an end to everything. On the 31st December 2006, I felt water gushing out underneath while I was sleeping. At that time, I was pretty sure that my water bag had burst. I was admitted to the hospital. I am only at the 32nd week of my pregnancy, so I had to stay in the hospital for two weeks before it is safe to deliver my baby. I am very worried if my baby will be alright inside my tummy for so long when the water bag had burst. I was not allowed to get out of bed for two weeks. The two weeks seems like two years to me. My husband had to go to the hospital after work everyday and he stayed there with me. He was worried that I might deliver anytime and he wanted to be there for me. Finally the day came, on the 11th January 2007 around 9:30 pm I am feeling pain. I wasn’t sure if it is the contraction coming. I decided to wait for a while, after 1 hour I feel a consistant pain. The nurse sent me down to the delivery suite as soon as she confirmed that I am ready to deliver. I was so excited. At that point of time, the pain doesn’t matter to me anymore after the long wait. What I wanted was a healthy baby. When the doctor told me he saw her head coming out and asked me to push harder. I used all my might to push then I heard a loud cry. At that time, I knew that my baby had safely landed on this beautiful world. I didn’t care what the doctor was doing to me but I kept admiring my beautiful baby. When the nurse passed my baby to me, I nearly cried. I know this will be a day that I will cherish for the rest of my life. She is 16 months now. When I look at her, I know that what I’ve been through is worth it.
Winnie Yeo