Review: Aleyda Mobile Spa

Note: This is not a sponsored post.

When I was heavily pregnant with the twins, my entire body was aching and I was feeling absolutely miserable. Heading out of the house for a massage was impossible, seeing that I had problems just walking from the bed to the ensuite bathroom. I remember lying in bed and googling for “mobile massage” and “home massage” when Aleyda Mobile Spa popped up on my search results.

I called to make an appointment for a pre-natal massage and was impressed that even though their opening hours are from 2pm onwards (I called at about 11am), the call was promptly answered and I secured a session at 2pm.

My therapist, Jean, and her partner, Zam, turned up at 1.45 pm. That’s a good 15 minutes early which I thought was really professional. Zam explained that he was there to do the set-up and would leave once he is done.

A massage bed – the sort where your face goes into a “hole” – is set up in your home (I have it in my bedroom with the aircon on), complete with fluffy towels. A small speaker is also used to play soothing spa music (think birds chirping, water trickling, type of instrumental music) which totally transforms your home into a spa.

Jean was friendly and had a motherly air about her. I immediately felt at ease. I told her where I was aching and she informed me that she will work on the aching points. I have had other pre-natal massages but I can confidently say the massage by Jean was the best pre-natal I have ever had.ย For the record, I do like my massages to be hard and firm, and the previous pre-natal massages were usually pretty “touch and go” affairs which left me wanting more. They were not horrible massages but most of them did not hit the sweet spots.

She is well-trained and unlike many pre-natal massages that I experienced, Jean was not afraid to exert more pressure on areas that were aching, i.e. my shoulder and neck. She even massaged my (then) very giant belly very gently and I’m sure the twins enjoyed the sensation in-utero. At the end of the session, I felt completely rejuvenated.

I rarely leave reviews but I had to do it for Jean and Aleyda Mobile Spa on their Facebook page because good things must share:

Thank you for sending Mdm Jean as my pre-natal masseuse. It was my first time trying Aleyda Mobile Spa and I was honestly a little apprehensive. However, Mdm Jean was professional and worked on ironing out the kinks on my very achy body. She knew exactly what she was doing. I literally felt like a new person post-massage! Her colleague who assisted her with the massage bed was also polite, friendly and non-intrusive. I also liked that they turned up at 1.45pm for the 2pm appointment. Thanks again, Mdm Jean. Highly recommended!

Yes, the mobile massage session is not cheap at $150 for a 90-minute session. You can and it is definitely not something that I can afford on a weekly basis but when your body is aching to the high heavens and you find a good therapist that manages to make you feel like a new person, I would happily part with $150.

After the twins were born, I did a 5-day traditional jamu massage with another Malay lady but to be honest, the massage was more to expel wind from the body (and get rid of the post-birth tummy), rather than getting rid of aches and pains. I contacted Aleya Mobile Spa again and requested for Jean to do a post-natal massage. All the late nights, interrupted sleep and breastfeeding (I look down at the babies all the time so I end up with tight shoulders) has taken a toll on the weary old body. Once again, Jean did an amazing job on my crazy-tight shoulders and neck. She spent a long time working on the knots in my shoulders (my left shoulder is especially tight) and again, I felt renewed.

The only downside? I wish I can have such massages on a weekly basis but until I strike the lottery, such indulgences can only happen once in a long long while ๐Ÿ™‚

note to edith and everett

Note to Edith and Everett – 01

Dear Edith and Everett,

In a blink of an eye, you are one month old. As cliche as it sounds, time does fly by so quickly. Days turn into night, and night turns into day. Everyday, we are busy with tending to your needs. Nursing, pumping (milk), cleaning (butts), sleeping, burping. Rinse and repeat x times a day.

Everyone tells me to relish your newborn days because you’d grow up in a blink of an eye. And I do try and remember that you are only tiny for just this little while. With your brother, our firstborn, we barely had time to appreciate him. We were just focused on keeping him alive. We were newbie parents and weren’t sure what we were doing.

This time round, we are less uptight. At least for me. I go easy on myself by supplementing with formula milk. I take better care of myself by ensuring that I get a decent amount of sleep at night. And for that, we have your confinement nanny to thank. She is the one who does the night feeds and allow me (somewhat) decent restful sleep.

This may sound silly but I try to be as fair as I can with the both of you. I try to ensure that you both get (somewhat) equal amounts of breastmilk and cuddle time with me. Even though you are a pair of twins and pretty much spent 37-weeks squashed together in my womb, you have pretty distinct personalities.

I have to confess that in the early days, I honestly couldn’t tell you both apart. Not now though. It is pretty easy to know who’s who. Edith, you are physically bigger. I can see a (slight) double chin and your cheeks and thighs are filling out.ย At one month old, you look pretty similar to Elliott when he was the same age.

Everett, you have these amazingly long sideburns and that’s also a distinctive trait that sets you apart from your sister. You also have huge saucer-like eyes and you remind me of Elliott when he was a tiny newborn. I guess in your own ways, the three of you do look somewhat alike.

Edith, you are the “big” sister but we all call you mei mei. I have also nicknamed you “angry bird” because you yell at every little thing. If I attempt to move you from the rocker to the cot, you yell like I’m trying to rip out your right arm. You are also a “noisy” sleeper and makes these “stretching” noises throughout your sleep. You pull the funniest of expressions when stretching and I love watching your face. ย You also enjoy falling asleep on me and I quietly chuckle at your little open mouth when you are in deep sleep because it reminds me of myself.

At one month old, you tip the scales at 3.8 kg. You are a good and fast drinker, taking in milk by the bottle very quickly. This probably explains why you look significantly bigger than Everett. You are better at latching at the breast than your little brother and can pretty much suckle from any angle. However, you have a bloated round tummy and despite trying everything – tummy massage, Ruyi oil, “cycling”, etc, your tummy remains round. This gassy tummy situation affects your sleep quality and I do hope you outgrow it soon.

Everett, you weigh in at 3.5 kg and looks physically tinier than your twin sister. Because of that, I find myself wanting to cuddle you that much more because you seem so tiny and…fragile. You remind me very much of Elliott as a newborn as you have large expressive eyes and double eyelids, just like kor kor.

You are almost a model baby when it comes to sleep. You have a pretty chill personality (like Daddy) and can sleep for 3 hours and only wake almost at the dot for your next feed. You can also fall asleep on your own after a feed which is absolutely wonderful.

However, you are also extremely impatient whenever you are hungry. You thrash your little head about like a hungry wolf (along with loud impatient cries) and by doing so, completely miss the fact that the milk bottle teat is right there IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE. It is sometimes impossible to nurse you as you are so. very. impatient. I need to also document this cute quirk of yours – I cannot carry you in my arms because the moment you realise that it is me, you get very very excited and thrash around trying to nurse.

For the past month, we have been heading to the polyclinic to check on your jaundice levels and thankfully, the numbers are coming down. You are due for your first vaccination soon and I am keeping my fingers crossed that the dreaded fever will stay away.


Happy first month, my sweet peas!

Mummyย xoxo

the twins

The hospital bag

It has been 3 years since Elliott was born so when it was time to pack the hospital bag for the twins, I had clean forgotten what goes into it. Thankfully, fellow mama to twins, Adeline, shared with me her hospital packing list which helped me tremendously in getting started.

After my own experience, I thought I’d share what I found really useful to have in the hospital bag. I ended up not using quite a lot of the stuff in the bag so I hope you find my list useful. For the record, we birthed the twins at Mount Alvernia Hospital (MAH) and different hospitals do provide different items.

None of these items are sponsored. This entry is purely based on my own personal experience and all opinions expressed are my own. Please feel free to use it as a guide but do remember that each individual is different and we all have different likes/dislikes.

Here goes:

  • Nursing gowns

For Elliott’s birth, I had to pack my own nursing gowns to wear during my stay at the hospital as they are not provided. This is no longer necessary for MAH as they now provide nursing-access gowns. Granted, they’re not particularly stylish (they’re purple – see picture below) but if you just went through childbirth (natural or c-sect), I don’t think being fashionable will rank too high on your list. At least it wasn’t for me. I just wanted to be comfortable.

Also, wearing the hospital gown also meant that when it got soiled (blood, sweat, etc), you can simply throw it into the hospital-provided laundry basket. Keep your pretty nursing gowns for home use, I say.


  • Disposable underwear

This is very important as post-birth, there is a lot of bleeding down there. I used to think that there will be less bleeding with a c-sect but nooooooo, I thought wrongly. ย For the first few days following birth, just buy any maternity disposable underwear (Mothercare probably carries them) but if you are petite in size, the travel ones from Watsons/Guardian work too. Yes, they are huge and totally unflattering but again, post-birth, comfort will be your number #1 priority. Once soiled, you can simply chuck them into the bin.ย Keep your nice ‘proper’ underwear for later use or you’d end up doing alot of heavy-duty washing.

What I discovered from the MAH pharmacy (ground level) are these Tena Fix underwear.ย These were about $12 for 5 pieces but they are washable (re-usable). Again, they are not the most attractive things but trust me when I say that they were really comfortable and snug. I highly recommend it, especially for ladies who undergo a c-sections birth.


Note: I did not bother with nursing bras nor nursing pads because in the first few days, you will not be producing so much milk that it’d come gushing out. At least it did not happen for me. I guess you can pack 1-2 if you feel like you need them but honestly, I ended up not using any during my 4-day stay at MAH.

  • Sanitary pads

The hospital will provide you with one bag of sanitary pads (charged to your hospital bill) and they will use it for the first few days of heavy bleeding. If you intend to get your own, I found these comfortable. I have very sensitive skin and can’t deal with synthetic-type sanitary pads. These Pureen Madame maternity pads were soft and cottony and comes with adhesive backing, just like normal sanitary pads.


The bleeding will taper off after about a week so you don’t really need such heavy-duty pads. After staring at the sanitary section and doing all sorts of comparison between the different brands, I’ve found a pretty decent sanitary pad.

I used the Sofy Extra Dry Skin Comfort (23cm) for ‘lighter’ bleeding days. It was still good enough for night-time use as it is meant for heavy flow. I also liked that it was soft and did not have a synthetic feel.


If this is your first pregnancy, do note that you will still be bleeding for quite a few weeks after (especially if you breastfeed because it helps to contract the uterus which leads to blood being shed). However, it will be very light and periodic bleeding so you’d just need panty-liners so stock up on that.

  • Feminine wipes

This was one item I really wished I packed into my hospital bag but did not. As I mentioned above, you will be bleeding quite a bit post-birth. These wipes are basically wet wipes for your nether regions and it will make you feel fresh(er) after each sanitary pad change. You can get them at any pharmacy or supermarket.


  • Comfortable flat footwear

I wore my cannot-go-wrong Birkenstocks throughout the hospital stay, from admission to discharge. I had grand plans to pack a pretty pair of bedroom slippers in the hospital bag but I realised that this wasn’t very practical as the floor of the hospital ward isn’t the cleanest. Keep your pretty bedroom slippers at home and wear something practical throughout your hospital stay.

  • Your own pillow

This may sound really odd but the pillows at the hospital aren’t the most comfortable. I got the boy to bring me my own pillow and it made the stay that bit more comfortable. At the very least, I could sleep better on it.

  • Going home clothes (for you and baby)

This is the fun bit and what I actually packed first. I packed the Rose Sydney Nursing Dress from Jump Eat Cry as it is 100% cotton and I like that the red is cheery.

Fun fact: I also wore a red dress when we left the hospital with Elliott.

For the babies, I picked out 2 tiny newborn onesies, 2 new swaddle blankets from Bebe au Lait and a pair of mittens. For the record, even the tiniest of mittens were too huge on the twins so we ended up using surgical tape to hold them in place. This was a trick I learnt from the nursery nurses.


  • Mittens and booties/socks

Pack lots and lots of mittens for your baby. MAH provided clothes, swaddles and blankets for the twins’s stay at the hospital but not mittens and booties/socks. I found the mittens more important as it ensured that they did not scratch their own faces with their long fingernails. Booties/socks weren’t that important as they were tightly swaddled anyway.

  • Toiletries

I packed my own toiletries, i.e. shampoo, shower gel, face wash, face moisturiser, hair brush, toothbrush, toothpaste, etc because it felt so good to use something familiar in the hospital environment. Of course, if you are not fussed, you can use the toiletries provided by the hospital. I just preferred to smell like…myself.

If you have long hair like me, bring hair scrunchies/hair ties and a hairband (optional) to keep hair out of face. You’d probably be trying to breastfeed your child and having hair all over their little face is no good.

I also packed light make-up (eyeliner and concealer) because I’m vain I wanted to look decent when we got discharged. I had grand plans to apply make-up when friends/family came to visit but honestly, it took too much effort and in the end, they just had to look at bare-faced me.

  • Mobile phone and power bank/charger

If you are like me and cannot live without your mobile phone, don’t forget to pack the phone charger. I found the power bank very useful because the wire on the phone charger will not be long enough to reach the hospital bed from the wall plug. As such, I found the power bank more useful for charging the mobile phone. Of course, you can leave your phone to charge, away from your bed but I found that most wall plugs were placed opposite your bed or right behind you (unreachable).

  • Camera

You can, of course, use your mobile phone but nothing beats having nice camera-quality photos of the milestone event eh? Just remember to charge the battery (bring extras if you have) and a memory card that can store a million pictures and videos.

  • Important documents

What I found useful: We bought and used a clear file – the sort that has plastic pockets and you can simply slot documents into it. You can get it from any bookstore. We used the file to keep all pregnancy-related paperwork. When it was time for delivery, we simply brought along the entire file. We did the same for Elliott and found it very useful because along the way, you will be asked for blood test reports, receipts, etc.

Hospital admission letter from your gynae

This is very very important. The nurses at my gynae repeatedly told us to ‘please bring this along’ because apparently, many parents forget to do so despite repeated reminders. We placed it in the clear file so that we wouldn’t forget. This was also the first thing the admissions counter asked for when we got to MAH on the day of our elective c-sect.

Identity cards

Please pack your identity cards, both yours and the husband’s. The hospital will require this at admission.

Marriage certificate (original)

If you intend to register the baby’s birth at the hospital (most hospitals in Singapore provide this service), bring along your original-copyย marriage certificate as well.

Fun fact: Did you know that to register for your baby’s birth certificate at MAH will cost you $42 but it only costs $18 to do the same at ICA?

We ended up heading to ICA to register the twins’ birth because we couldn’t decide on their chinese names during the 4-day hospital stay. Such things shouldn’t be rushed eh? For the record, according to MAH’s website, ‘birth registration can be done within 42 days from the date of birth. However it is strongly encouraged that you register within 14 days.’

Receipts (originals)

Please also bring along any receipts that add up to $900 for pre-delivery expenses. More details here from MOH website. As per the website:

“Medisave may be used at both public and private hospitals. To claim pre-delivery charges from Medisave, parents need to present the bills incurred for pre-delivery medical care to the hospital where baby was delivered. The hospital will submit these bills, together with the delivery expenses, for Medisave claims under the Medisave Maternity Package.”

If you stumbled upon this entry when you searched for hospital packing list, I hope you find my list useful! The bottom line is, try not to over pack because if you forget anything, our hospital pharmacies are very well stocked ๐Ÿ˜‰


moments · thoughts

4.30 am

It is 4.30 am.

I had to wake because my boobs told me that it is time to pump and wouldn’t allow me to fall back to sleep because it was too uncomfortable. I contemplate for a second that I continue to sleep and ignore the discomfort but common sense prevailed – I had to get up or I can’t get back to sleep. More importantly, my babies need the milk.

I stumble groggily into the living room, extract the various pump parts from the steriliser and plonk myself on the sofa. I turn on the familiar machine and it whirs to life, extracting precious mama milk, drop by drop. It is pretty hypnotic. The sound from the machine, that is. I try not to fall asleep because a split second is all it takes to spill all that precious milk.

I get about 110 ml. For one newborn, it may be enough. For twins, it disappears in the next feed. But it’s ok. Some breast milk is better than none. Formula milk won’t kill them, I tell myself. 

I am thankful that this time round, we have a confinement nanny who takes the night feeds and I can sleep a decent amount of hours. I am talking 3-4 hours at a stretch, sometimes even 5 on a good night.

But you know what? I am still tired. Exhausted on some days. Some days, I sit stoically by their rocker as they cry their lungs out. Their little faces red from all that crying and I just sit and stare

The truth is, it gets a little…overwhelming. Despite having help, on some days (especially when I lack sleep), I am too exhausted and mentally spent to…care. I just wish they’d stop crying and sleep because I want to sleep. No, scratch that. I am usually too exhausted to sleep. My brain is trying its best to be awake and present but my body is too tired to react. Which is why I just sit and stare at my crying babies. I don’t even cry because crying takes too much effort. 

You know how you read about mothers who cry when they meet their babies for the first time? Or how emotionally attached they are the moment their babies exit the womb? 

Well. I don’t quite feel this way. On some days at least. On those sort of days, my brain does not register that these squawking babies came out of me. That I carried them in my womb for 37 weeks. I stare at their cherubic faces and instead of mad gushing love pouring out of my heart, I feel…exhaustion. And on really bad days, I feel like I don’t deserve them because I dont think I am doing a good enough job as a mother. As their mother. 

I should have more breastmilk for them.

I should cuddle and hold them more often.

I should be feeling overwhelming love that mothers feel for their child(ren).

Perhaps it’s the hormones (and exhaustion) talking and when the fog lifts, I will look back at this entry and wonder what the hell I was rambling on about. But right now, at almost 5 am this early Sunday morning, it is all very real. 

the twins

The birth story of our twins

This photo may not look like much but it is our last photo as a family of 3. We snapped this quick picture at bedtime, the night before the twins were born ๐Ÿ™‚


Did you know that full-term for twins is 37 weeks instead of 40? I did not know that. I also learnt that as long as each twin crossed the 2 kg mark, it is considered the “safe” zone. Having said that, I also learnt that weight is not the only criteria for twins to be declared healthy and in the clear. They’d have to be able to breathe on their own, i.e. their lungs have to be strong enough once they are out of the womb.

The official due date for the twins fell on an easy-to-remember date: 4 July 2017 (Independence Day!). Elliott was delivered at Mount Alvernia Hospital and I really hoped to do the same for the twins. My gynae, Dr C, told us early in the pregnancy that if the twins arrive early, we’d have to deliver at KKH as they’d be the best equipped to manage pre-term babies.

However, if we manage to cross 1 June, we can then deliver at Mount A. As Elliott was delivered via emergency c-sect, we opted for an elective c-sect for the twins. To cut a long story short(er), THE DATE was eventually fixed on 12 June 2017 which makes it 37 weeks. I was glad that we managed to hold on till the appointed date and that the pregnancy was progressing well.

We had it all planned: The boy and I would drop Elliott at school together on THE day (where I’d try not to cry), then head to Mount A for admission. He will stay the night at the in-laws and they’d drop him at school as usual the next day. My mum will then pick him from school and take him to visit me and his new siblings at the hospital.


Things didn’t quite go as planned. The evening before the big day, Elliott came down with a high fever of 39.8 degrees. AGAIN. It sent me into a bit of a tailspin as the timing couldn’t be worst. Oddly, the fever went away at night and we all sat around on the couch to watch Transformers.

Obviously, we couldn’t send him to school the next day and I did not want to catch whatever bug he had because it is no good to get sick before a big op?!

The night, instead of my big plan to cuddle him properly as an only child, I had to sleep in the other room so as not to risk getting sick. Sigh. I slept surprisingly well from 2.30 am till 6 am and did not even need to get up to pee?! BIG WIN.

The elective c-sect operation was fixed at 1 pm, hence I had to fast from 7am.  Woke at 6am and had a BBQ bun and a cup of hot Milo as the day broke. It was my “light breakfast” before the life-changing op and would be my last meal until the next day. I remember it being utterly quiet, save for the sound of chirping birds. It was…peaceful.

We arranged for my mum to come over to our place instead to care for Elliott. We then left the house quietly and made our way to the hospital.

The ride was surprising quick despite morning traffic. We were lucky – we secured a nice parking lot near the lift so I didn’t need to waddle too far. It was getting ridiculously awkward to walk more than a few steps and I couldn’t wait to “offload”.


The boy took this picture of me for posterity’s sake. Yes, I know I don’t look that big to be carrying twins but please be assured that by this time, my entire back was aching, my feet were swollen, suffered from pregnancy sinusitis and had carpal tunnel syndrome on my right hand. It was just really…uncomfortable.

As we pre-registered, the hospital was expecting us. After the usual paperwork and registration, we were shown to the ward. It turned out to be the same ward I stayed at when birthing Elliott – Our Lady’s Ward on level 3 at the main block.

We were assigned to a room that was at the end of the corridor. As I’d be staying overnight on my own (I prefer that the boy go home to be with Elliott), I asked the kind nurse if there was another room closer to the nurses’ counter so that it wouldn’t be too…isolated. Eventually, we were allocated Room 338 – St Simon. Trivia: We were previously in Room 330 when I birthed Elliott. I felt a wave of nostalgia when we walked past it.

Each baby was gifted with one of these bags and because we had twins, we received two! Can you tell that the backpacks are “inspired” by the Anello backpacks? Each backpack contained loads of freebies and samples, ranging from breastpads, diapers, storage bottle, changing mat, nursing cover to all sorts of baby cream, baby onesie and even bedroom slippers (which proved very useful during confinement).


Close to noon, a kind and friendly nurse came by to prepare me for the operation. She also tagged my right wrist with two tags because yep, twins. We chatted for a bit and when it was almost 1 pm, I was placed in a wheelchair and pushed to the operating theatre waiting area. Ok, I have no idea what the area is called but it’s basically where you wait before you are pushed in for your operation.

I ended up waiting for almost an hour in a lying-down position because Dr C was held up by the operation before mine (I knew she had another operation at 12.30 pm at the same hospital). At first, I wasn’t nervous at all as I knew what to expect. However, as time ticked by, I started to get a little nervous. I guess this is what happens when you are just lying there and waiting for something to happen.

I tried to keep myself occupied by glancing at the various medical personnel flitting past me, trying to figure out if they were nurses or doctors. I tried to nap but it was impossible as it was so uncomfortable lying on my back. What made it worst? As it turns out, the boy was waiting close by but he also had no idea what was happening and was getting worried.  Throughout the wait, I had various people come round to talk to me – the midwives (2 of them, one for each twin), the anesthetist, etc.

Finally, at almost 2 pm, I was wheeled into the operating theatre and the boy appeared behind me decked in scrubs. Dr C also appeared in her surgery gear, apologising profusely as her op ran into some complications. Everything kicked into high gear and I was prepped to be cut up operated on.

The anesthetist came by to administer the epidural. I knew that I had to “curl up like a shrimp” from last experience and so I tried my best to. As best as I could with a giant belly, that is. He asked me to try moving my legs and it just wouldn’t move despite my best efforts.


Check out this picture that boy snapped of me as I WAS BEING CUT UP behind that blue screen. I honestly wasn’t feeling any pain, except for tugging and pulling which is somewhat…strange. With Elliott’s birth, I was pretty out of it as I was exhausted and drugged up. This time round, I was 100% awake and…sober. In fact, I was having a casual chat with Dr C who was operating on me and asking if we have decided on names, etc. If you listened in, you’d think that we were sitting at a cafe sipping tea and having a chat.

At one point, a nurse came close to the left side of my head and started to push my belly forward. It occurred to me that this is it – they were getting Twin 1 (girl) out. The boy also whispered: I think they just burst your water bag.

I whispered back: How do you know?
The boy: I just saw a huge gush of water. Must be lah.
Me: Ooh, cool.

Suddenly, I heard what is best described as…ducks squawking. It was hard to register in my head that Twin 1 was out and that was her cry. It just did not sound like a baby’s wail! I guess that’s because she still had all sorts of fluids covering her because soon after, a proper baby’s wail could be heard, loud and clear. Ah, she’s out!

Almost immediately, after yet more tugging and pulling, another series of duck squawks could be heard. That must be Twin 2, I thought. I had no idea what was happening but thanks to photos the boy snapped, they were being cleaned up quickly.


Soon after, Twin 1 was placed in my arms. “Hello!“, I said with a beam, while stroking her left cheek gently. Soon after, Twin 2 was brought to us as well and I remember asking: Hmm, how do we do this? I don’t think I can balance two of them at the same time!

The anesthetist (I think) offered to help us with photos. I also remember the boy forgetting to remove his mask and was asked to do so. Hur hur. Oddly, our camera ran out of memory space at this very moment (which shouldn’t happen because the memory card has like, a bazillion amount of storage space on it – odd!) so the boy passed him his phone for our first picture together.


Twin 1 weighed in at 2.6 kg and Twin 2 at 2.43 kg. Coincidentally, both were 46 cm in length and both had a head circumference of 33 cm. How cute! They both scored 10 on the Apgar newborn test and we were very very relieved that they did not require special medical care of any kind.

After the obligatory pictures, the twins were whisked away and the boy also left my side to accompany them. This is also when I was sewn up and I swear, it felt like FOREVER. I don’t remember them taking this long with Elliott but I think that’s because I was really out of it so I had no concept of time. This time round, I could feel every pull, push and tug.

At one point, my uterus felt like it was being squeezed and I felt period-like pain. Dr C said that it was the uterus contracting (so fast!) and wow, it was pretty uncomfortable. I have a vivid imagination so even though I couldn’t see what was going on, I was imagining my tummy and other bits of my insides being thrown back in and sewn up. I also remembered thinking that you need to have a very strong stomach to be a gynae. Imagine all that blood and internal bits. Sheesh.

When I was finally done, I was wheeled back to the same ‘waiting’ area. It was probably about 3pm+. I ended up staying there for quite a while, almost an hour (I think) as I was feeling the after-effects of the epidural. I was shivering uncontrollably and the kind nurse kept giving me blankets to try and keep me warm. The thing is, the shivers were coming from internally so no amount of blankets was helping. I also developed rashes (hives)?! I also felt the urge to throw up and when I finally did, it was pure gastric juices because I haven’t eaten anything since 6.30 am. I’ve always had reactions to certain drugs and medication so the gamut of side effects from the epidural wasn’t unexpected. 

I was finally moved to the ward to rest at about 4 pm+ and the boy was there waiting. He was starting to wonder what happened to his wife. I requested for skin-to-skin with the babies and the midwife suggested we do it in the ward instead of the operating theatre as it is very cold in there and everyone is in a big rush to clean up and vacate for the next operation.

I agreed and at about 4.45 pm, the twins were wheeled in and placed on me, one at a time. I only remember the time because the boy snapped this picture. You can still see the red marks on my forehead and chest from the rashes. Thankfully, the shivering and rashes subsided in a couple of hours and I was good as gold again.


So there you go, the birth story of Twin 1 and Twin 2 who eventually became known as Edith and Everett.