MY CAESARIAN BOY : DEMI SATU NYAWA

sambungan dari Hyperthyroid (Part 2)

The Chinese male doctor

insisted for me to be sent to the operation theater asap. Wait a minute! Memanglah saya bukan doktor ke nurse ke... saya ni orang debit credit je. Tapi rasa-rasanya bila tengok cerita hindustan ke, China ke, Omputih ke, bukan ke kalau a patient akan dibedah harus dapatkan consent terlebih dulu? And... and.. and I was totally unprepared an inexperienced!

"Doc, I insist to wait for my husband!"

The doctor buat muka semacam, macam nak menolak permintaan je, "Where is your husband? Can he make it here within half an hour?"

"Please..."

And then, another male doctor (I believed he was an English doctor but my husband insisted that he was from some part of UAE), "It's okay Doc, of course she needs to see her husband..."

And thank Allah, the Chinese doc agreed and said, "Ok, but if he can't make it within this half an hour, I can't wait for him anymore."

Jahat tak doktor tu?

Masa itu memang dialah manusia paling jahat bagi saya, but after some times and after given few thoughts, saya akur bahawa setiap doktor ada tanggungjawab mereka. What if anything bad happen to me and my baby during the waiting time? I put myself in their shoe, the guilty will always haunting us kan?

I did not have any handphone with me that time, and the Middle East alias Western doctor tu offered his, "OK, what's his number?" Tiba-tiba the doctor looked more than handsome pulak... Baikkan dia?

Seconds after half an hour yang the Chinese doctor berikan, my husband still didn't appear. I have been crying like... (agaknya if this scene happen zaman dedulu, mungkin Raja Melaka dah boleh bawa airmataku yang bertangki-tangki tu pergi pinang Puteri Gunung Ledang, tak payah nak suruh seluruh rakyat negeri Melaka tu nangis kan?)

And the two men sorong troli saya menuju ke operation theater sambil tenangkan saya. Diorang ni memang tak faham perasaan saya... there were so many things scared me!

First

, nak kena operate, teringat segala macam jarum dan pisau ush! Teringat pula pada satu cerita China yang pernah saya tonton masa di kolej dulu, tentang seorang lelaki psiko yang telah membunuh satu keluarga peniaga pau. Kemudian dia melakukan banyak pembunuhan, menetak dan memotong mangsanya kecil-kecil dengan PISAU lalu dijadikan inti pau. And since then saya tak boleh makan PAU, teringatkan scene orang-orang yang muntah selepas tahu mereka makan pau di kedai pembunuh tu! Wek!

Second, there are many complications on me - I have athmatic, I am a low blood patient, I have hyperthyroid crisis. Mesti something akan berlaku di tengah-tengah sesi memotong saya. Dulu bila tengok ER dan cerita-cerita seumpama, (especially cerita Hindustan lah kan), mesti something yang cemas akan berlaku di operation theater kan. Bagaimana kalau sedang dibedah, tiba-tiba tekanan darah saya menurun ke...

And the most I scared of, was...  What if I could not make in the operation theater? What if the doctor can't save me? What if the doctor need to make a choice, whether the mother or the baby?What if saya akan mati syahid? Oh no... I need to hold my husband hands so that I know I am blessed by him and Him. Nak kena minta ampun dulu! Dahlah my parents masa tu belum sampai, ya la malam-malam begitu siapa yang sempat balik ambil mereka di Sg Buloh dan bawa ke PPUM. Semua orang sedang tidur lena lagi... Kalau tidak, mati tak dapat masuk syurga. Syurga seorang isteri kan pada tapak kaki suami... Beriya-iya je saya masa tu, kawan-kawan kata saya ni POYO.  What is poyo?

On the way tu, akhirnya my husband dapat kejar. Alhamdulillah. Sama-samalah dia tolak troli saya tu ke bilik bedah. Rasa-rasanya masa tu saya boleh siap kata dalam hati: "Baby, boleh tak baby duduk je dalam perut Ummi ni, tak yah lah keluar. Ummi takutlah kena potong macam ikan... "

"Papa, ampunkan Ummi ye... Papa doakan Ummi dan baby selamat ye..." I looked at his face for the final time sebelum dibaringkan di atas meja bedah. Laid flat on my back!

Saya terasa bilik bedah itu tersangat-sangat-sangat sejuk. Tapi bila saya menggeletar waktu itu, I was confused, sebab bilik itu yang sejuk, ke disebabkan perasaan takut yang teramat sangat?

Tapi bila lihat doktor yang akan bedah saya itu adalah doktor Middle East yang baik tadi saya lega sikit. Pun malu rasanya... doktor lelaki kan... ingat hendak minta izin mereka so that my husband boleh ada sekali dalam bilik bedah masa tu. Tetapi bila mereka dah inject epidural di pinggang, I lost all word.

"Kalau sakit, bagi tahu ye..." one of the nurse whispered.

Dah nak start ke ni? But why I am still awake? Kenapa tak pengsan lagi ni?

Suddenly semua cerita-cerita teman tentang how a mirror will be placed on the ceiling so that we could see everything the doctor do on us, scared me. Tak pengsan pun tak apalah, I just closed my eyes sepanjang waktu itu. Pun berharap dapat tidur. Better than having view on how myself being cut open by the doctor!

Tiba-tiba di perut saya terasa sejuk bila disentuh sesuatu. Now, here it comes.. the caesarian. I remembered when I was 17 years old in MRSM Jasin, my class was having a biology class and we were supposed to watch the video of caesarian. Guess what I did? I sneaked out and read novel in the PSP (Pusat Sumber Pembelajaran). What...? do you expect me to join the class and fainted on the floor? Oh! No and no...

And just what was happening on me in that operation theater? OMG, saya boleh rasa mata pisau menoreh ke kulit perut. Sejuk je... kemudian bergerak di sepanjang permukaan perut saya.Yes, I was being cut open!

Maka dengan itu, walaupun pengsan yang sebenar tidak hadir, saya lelapkan mata di sepanjang pembedahan di lakukan. It wasn't hurt, but feeling it was something I would not be able to forget for the whole of my life. Yang terakhir saya rasa ialah bila saya rasa badan saya ditekan ke bawah, there it go, the baby was being taken out!

After some times, the doctor smiled at me. He showed his thumb-up. OK, so it's done? I heard a baby's screaming and water pouring down. Kasihannya baby kena mandi air sejuk! Minutes after that, an Indian nurse bring the naked baby to me. She let him kissed my cold cheek and hold the baby on air, staring and smiling at me!

He was so beautiful!
His eyes shines like the chosen star in the night sky.

He has his Papa's smile!  

 

So this is the baby of mine.... Wait a second! Let me check him and count! Dia ada dua mata, hidung, telinga, mulut, kepala, tangan, kaki.. hmm... Alhamdulillah... The nurse showed the baby to have the very first drop of his milk.  Oh anakku...  Kemudian saya terfikir, cukupkah jari-jarinya semua? How about the internal organs? His brain? I was still paranoid!

I laid flat on my back when they transferred me to ward. And the pain, tak boleh nak cakap... hilang je kesan ubat bius esok pagi, I can feel every painfull on the earth. Esoknya, my parents, my inlaws datang melawat. I am the first in my family and inlaws family yang melahirkan anak secara caesarian. Hmm...

First question to my husband dulu, "Anak kita sempurna tak?"

I would like to express my gratitude (even it has years passed by) to respective doctors and nurses in PPUM for helping me giving birth to my Caesarean boy.

My thank especially for the Middle East alias Western doctor (which I do not know his name to date) for his kindness.

I hope that my Caesarean boy, we named him Muhammad Amir Sofi (Muhammad, Putera Yang Suci)  one day,will become a great and kind-hearted DOCTOR like him... Amin.

***Memori*** December 2006 my husband, his eldest brother, and his only sister dapat baby selang hari.2006 TRIO-BABIES : Muhammad Amir Sofi (03/12), Nur Anis Syakirah (20/12) & Muhammad Danish Mirza (08/12) dan my husband 2nd brother's daugther (bongsu la kot) Izzah Zaimah lahir pada Feb 2009 (kalau tak silap) di Jordan.

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My dear son,
Muhammad Amir Sofi Bin Abdul Nasir...

your Papa said,
you have experienced this on 3rd December 2006
in University Malaya of Medical Center (UMMC)...