No. 3 ?????.............

Sometimes I would think of having baby no.3, unfortunately, my husband said “no-no”.

It has not been easy on all my 3 pregnancies. Yes, 3 pregnancies. I had a miscarriage at 24 months with a baby boy while I was in Cambodia. I can’t say Cambodia does not have good medical care because every Cambodian woman got pregnant and delivered there. Maybe it was not my luck. I had seen and consulted few doctors but no one knew that I was having the premature contraction. And I know it was not my luck as the best gynaecologist in town was in France that time (She was the one who tried her best to keep my daughter the second time around). One gynaecologist at a private hospital even wants me to go for cesarean section when the ultrasound showed that the baby is in birth position. I still remembered at that point of time, hubby and I felt helpless because I was advised not to travel back to Malaysia as I was bleeding and the option given by the private gynea is to have a c-section. I can't imagine how this type of profit minded doctor is qualified to save lives of babies and mothers.

I delivered the baby at Calmette Hospital, Phnom Penh with hubby at my side and also a friend of mine, Ros Dara who helped to translate for us. (Dara and Susi, if you are reading this post, Yee and I would like to say a big thank you to you for helping us to go through the difficult times with my pregnancies while we were in Cambodia)

Some of them asked me whether the baby still alive when he was born…I don’t know. I really don’t know because the doctor did not tell me anything and the nurse just asked us whether we wanted to bring the baby home or let the hospital to take care of it. I remembered after I was wheeled out from the labour room, the nurse put a bag of ice on my tummy. Yes, a big bag of ice (big ice cubes).

Until today, when I think of it, I felt guilty that I didn't find out whether the baby still alive when he was delivered. ...........to be continued....