birth story of Bunty

Before I embark on the exciting tale of my birth experience as a public patient at Mercy Hospital for Women in Heidelberg, I would like to point out 5 important things :-

1.  You are totally awesome!  Thanks for tuning in to my new blog *mwah*  You may be sitting on the train to work or you need a bit of bedtime reading or you could be sitting on the loo thrusting out a big poo – but wherever you are, I hope to give you a lot of blog reading pleasure!

2.  Do NOT read this post if you are about to give birth as you may not want to open your legs to pop that sprog as I did have a bit of a traumatic experience…!  But you’re going to ignore me and read on, aren’t you?

3.  I look TERRible and horrIFIC { = TERRIFIC! I wish!!! } in the photos thanks to Mr LOL’s insane ability to capture my ugly moments.  If you think the photos in this post are bad, you should see the ones I have at home with my wide-open legs up in the air.  Definitely NOT suitable for anyone’s eyes!!!

4.  I didn’t have a birth plan except to “wing it” and do all it takes to get the baby out safely.  Every mother has a different birth experience so I’m just sharing mine.

5.  It’s a long story so grab a drink and sit comfortably.  It may also contain #TMI { = Too Much Info } and scenes of a squeamish nature.  Proceed with caution.

Let’s begin…

15th December 2013 – EDD

EDD.  The estimated due date of the baby.  The day we have all been waiting for.  But only 4% of women actually give birth on their EDD.  I was already the size of TWO whales { I piled on 25 kgs } but absolutely nowt happened.

In fact, my Mum, Mr LOL and I play Candy Crush all day on our iPads.  Just before we head to bed, Mr LOL completes all the levels (at that time) of Candy Crush and turns to talk to my bump, “Okay, Bunty come out and play with Daddy.  I’m ready now.”  She responds with a little kick to my ribs.

baby bump, pregnant lady

16th December 2013 – Waters Broken

Around 2am, I wake up to pee and discover that my knickers are slightly wet!  I am convinced my waters have broken but Mr LOL thinks I am being a drama-mama-to-be and declares that I have most likely peed my pants and goes back to sleep.

An hour and a half later, I get up again to go to the toilet.  I check my sanitary pad that I whacked on and it is dry.  I am totally disappointed, but just as I stand up, I feel a trickle run down my leg and it is at this precise moment that I KNOW my waters have broken.


I expect him to leap out of bed and to take me to the hospital at the speed of Superman.  Instead, Mr LOL lays there like a lump of lard and opens one eye and says, “Nah, the doctors will just send you home because your labour hasn’t started yet.”  And he turns and buries his face further into his pillow.

Long story short, we eventually head to the hospital to get assessed.  After an inconclusive sniff test { yep, they sniffed my knickers to see if it was urine! }, they perform a swab test and discover that my waters have indeed broken { like duh! } but as there is no progression of labour, I would need to return the next day at 6am to get labour induced.

roast duck, roast duck noodles, roast duck inn box hill

“Go home and rest up because you have a big day tomorrow!” – they said.

I translated it as, “Go eat your FAVOURITE roast duck noodles because you’re hungry!”  { I lived on Roast Duck Inn Roast Duck Noodles during pregnancy, I kid you not! }

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17th December 2013 – THE DAY I POPPED A SPROG!

family selfie

5am – Selfie Time!

First, let us take a selfie!  I have fun snapping the last few photos of my precious bump!  We just cannot wait to bring our bundle of joy home!  I simultaneously wonder why the heck I never cleaned my dirty mirror throughout my pregnancy!  I will have forever dirty bump photos.

6.30am – Induction

Checked in at hospital, signed forms, stripped off, hooked up to IV, considered live tweeting / Facebooking of the event with hashtag #lingslabour but decided to savour the precious moment instead, apply red lippy { because beauty blogger! } and then the doctor comes into my birthing suite…

“I need to break your waters as only your hind waters broke yesterday.”
“Okay cool.”

She takes out what looks like a knitting needle and proceeds to jab it up there.  GUSHHHHH!!!!  It’s like a big neverending flood but at least it’s warm.  Like warm pee.

“Your baby’s hand is raised and popping out your cervix so I need to pinch it away to allow your cervix to dilate.”
“Okay cool.”

It turns out that “Okay cool” is my favourite default phrase throughout labour.

“I have to lie in my pool of warm fluid for hours and have my legs spread wide apart and strapped into stirrups?  Okay cool.”

hooked up to IV drugs for labour


Kudos if you have a drug-free painless birth.  But F this bleep! I have gone over my pain threshold and NEED an epidural.  I also get a catheter stuck in as I can’t get out of bed to go to the loo.  “Okay cool.”

Unfortunately, Bunty does not like the epidural nor does she likes the IV induction drugs so it needs to be adjusted till her heart rate is stabilised.

3pm – Oh Hai There!

My cervix is still not dilated because guess what?  Bunty has raised up her left hand again!!!  She thinks she is Supergirl and she can fly out my ladybits.  Yeah, if only it was THAT simple!

konjac sponge during labour

6pm – Sponge My Bob!

Mr LOL thinks it is hilarious to take unflattering photos of me with a Konjac Sponge on my forehead.  Very mature!!  Do you know that you’re going to be a FATHER in a few hours?!!!

{ Side note :  Preggo ladies, pack a Konjac Sponge in your hospital bag!  Great way to cool you down during labour / mop up sweat / wash your face / pose with #spongeselfie }

7.30pm – Sh*t Is Getting Real!

The 3rd midwife takes over as the others’ shifts have ended.  I can’t believe I have forgotten her name.  But she is young in her twenties and has cool blonde hair with an awesome hair undercut.  When she declares that it is “time to push“, my Mum scurries outside and Mr LOL goes into Ultra-Supportive-Birth-Partner mode!

Epidural gets turned down so I can feel the contractions and push when it stops.  Yep, I can confirm that contractions are P.A.I.N.F.U.L.

Is the pushing part of giving birth like pooping out a big poo?  YES!  If your poos are usually the size of a giant hippo and they come out of your vagina, then yes!  For everyone else who does delicate pebble poos, GOOD LUCK in getting that hipPOO out!

What’s worse than having your legs akimbo and strapped into stirrups?  Vomit.  Yep, I decide to throw up.  Not once, but three times.  For luck.

8pm – The Hippo Is Stuck!

“Did you know that you have a cyst in your left uterine wall?”
“Ummm…I think they mentioned that I had a cyst during an ultrasound appointment…”
“Do you know what type of cyst it is?”
FOOK ME!  How the heck should I know???  Check my EFFKING records!!!  No idea.”
“Well, the baby is stuck.  We are going to set up the theatre and use forceps.  If that doesn’t work, you will need an emergency C-section.”

*blink blink*  WTF?!!!  I don’t know why but I kinda get pissed off.

It’s been 42 hours since my waters broke and now you decide to do a C-section when she’s halfway down my vagina??!!

I channel this inner fury into pushing.  And it works!!!  { in retrospect, after sustaining 3rd degree tears, I wish I had that C-section! }

Bunty's baby legs

9.42pm – Welcome!  We’ve Been Expecting You!

At the final push, Bunty slithers out of my ladybits and at the same time, she raises her left hand again – VICTORY FIST IN THE AIR!!! – and proceeds to rip my delicate bits to shreds.  A third degree tear!  Front to back!  Thanks for that!

The midwife gives her a quick check before placing her on my chest.  And at that SWEET moment, I know that all the blood, sweat and tears has been worth it.  She’s doped up from all the drugs so she doesn’t cry…but it’s okay, because I turn on the waterworks.  Might as well since all my orifices have been opened up today!

She weighs in at 3.83kg (8lb 7 oz) – definitely a HIPPO! – and is 51cm long!

10pm +

This is when all the traumatic shizz happens.  Placenta doesn’t detach, doctor pushes, BIG SPLAT on the floor, bloodbath on the floor, so much blood loss…doctor PUSHES real hard and she manually removes placenta…blah blah…I drift in and out of consciousness…I can hear everything but I don’t even have the energy to answer…I can’t hold my baby anymore…I am sick again and again…they have to sew me up…bad tearing…I can’t feed my baby colostrum so they have to use a syringe to aspirate it…”Are you okay Ling?”…OMG!  I never want to go through this ever again!…Why can’t I speak?…Open my eyes!  Open them!!…Feed the baby…Get up!…Why is she taking so long to sew me back together??…What’s happening??

birth story, newborn baby, cute baby

18th December – After Midnight

My Mum is smitten with Bunty.  I see that naughty left hand!!!

I am given more drugs, I am sewn up, I drink some water and I can finally interact again.  I’m off the epidural and I can get out of bed to take a shower.  I don’t feel any pain thanks to the painkillers, I have to carry around a pee-bag as the catheter is still attached to me and I am no longer leaking out amniotic fluid but blood instead.  YUKS!

After my shower, I am wheeled off with the baby to another delivery suite room because all the wards are full.  Mr LOL and my Mum head home.  I am supposed to sleep but even though I am utterly exhausted, I turn to my side and just watch Bunty the entire night.  I watch her breathe.  I watch her cough and sneeze.  Yep, newborn babies cough and sneeze a lot.  I watch her tiny fingers move.  Now and again, she lets off a little newborn cry and then goes back to sleep.  Her eyes flutter open and then they close.  And I thank God for this amazing beautiful blessing over and over and over again.

birth story of bunty

Thank you for reading and allowing me to share my incredible birth experience with you.  Don’t let it put you off having a hippo because our bundle of joy has brought us so much love and happiness.

If you have any questions regarding my birth story or if you would like to share your birth story, please feel free to leave a comment.

13 comments on “The Birth Story Of Bunty”

  1. LOL LING! Love your TMI and sense of humour. I can totally relate to everything here. My first pregnancy went smoothly, second one was quite traumatic (both without epi) and the third one in less than a month! The third degree tear was bad though. Shouldn’t they have performed an episiotomy before the tear happened?? And ROFL your supergirl baby!! Her left hand. HAHAHA!
    Look forward to more TMI posts 🙂

    • Hehe, thanks for the encouragement! But OMG Lily, how did you manage without epidurals?? I salute you drug-free preggo ladies!!! I hope everything goes well with your 3rd delivery!

  2. I have very low pain tolerance. The first thing I did when I got to hospital was asking for epidural. The nurse/midwife asked if I wanted to give it a try. I almost yelled back, no way! Almost wanted to say the f-word. I ended up on the surgery table like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered <– hubby's words.

    • Epidurals are the bomb! Why lie there in pain while your ladybits are getting ripped to shreds?!! I’m also LOL-ing at your husband’s depiction! But at the same time, can you imagine what it would be like if MEN were the ones to give birth??!!

  3. yikes that all sounds quite traumatic although with your wit and humour the edge has been taken off a bit. I did a natural birth and it was horrendous. I also had tear but only 2nd degree…. soon forgotten as my focus was then on Ariel and the immediate diagnosis. Love the site and going to look around a bit more. Look forward to reading more. Loved your big baby bump btw xx

    • Bravo for the natural birth Raylene! And to sustain a 2nd degree tear without any drugs – just OUCH! I can’t believe both Ariel & Bunty are both growing up soooo fast!! Where did the time go?? P.S. I also miss my baby bump with the baby kicks!! It’s not the same when it’s a food baby bump 😛

  4. I have been waiting for your story eversince you announced your new blog and I found out I was expecting. I knew you wouldn’t spare us the truthful, gory details and I am looking to know everything that can happen before it does so that I am prepared.

    Anyways, I am definitely convinced now to go for an epidural if I can and doing my perineum exercises (just in case).

    just a beauty question for you, any stretchmark products you’d recommend? That’s one of the information I was hoping your beauty blog would cover. 🙂

    • Firstly, congrats again! I was super happy when I read your good news!!! 🙂 Hopefully I didn’t scare you with my gory details!!!

      And if I had to do it all again, I would STILL go for the epidural…but maybe not push so freaking hard and go for that emergency C-section…but that’s just me!

      You have also read my mind…I just took photos of pregnancy products so I will be sharing soon on my beauty blog…or maybe this blog…since it has more pregnancy stuff…??

  5. Sometimes you really wonder why women are willing to give birth again after the first time, haha! But I guess the kids must be worth it! 🙂

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