Baby David’s Testimony 

Baby David’s Testimony 

What do you do when things don’t go according to plan? 

There were two things very specifically that I wanted and prayed for in regards to David’s delivery and birth. 

1. I wanted to deliver naturally, and kept the option of an epidural open, depending on my threshold of pain on the day of labour. 

2. I wanted to breastfeed David immediately. Hence, I reminded my husband more than once (3987 times, to be exact), that I wanted immediate skin to skin contact with my son once he was born. I read that having immediate skin to skin contact not only allows mother and child to bond immediately as well as promote a sense of well-being for the baby; it also helps the baby breastfeed quicker and more easily. 

Both did not go according to plan. 

Due to my SLE condition, my doctors (both in the government and private hospital) advised me not to prolong my pregnancy to the 40th week (full term) as it would carry risks to the baby. 

So at week 38 on the 20th of July at 1am, I was induced. Barely an hour after I was given the medication, I started cramping really badly and initially did not realise them as contractions. But 6am the pain had grew intense and by 9am I was already dilated to 7cm. I really wanted an epidural by then because I didn’t want to fight the contraction pains anymore, but it was not possible due to the baby’s weak heartbeat. By then baby D had pooped in my womb which signalled distress. At 11am I was fully dilated but somehow could not push little David out, even with the help of vacuum extraction. I was then wheeled in for an emergency C-section. 

I was fully conscious during the surgery, but had no sensation waist down from the spinal anaesthetic. It was not long after that, when someone came over to me, started cleaning me up and told me that the surgery was over. 

“What do you mean, my surgery is over??”, a warning sign came up in my head right away.  

“Where’s my son?”, I asked the lady. She promptly turned and walked away. 

Again, I turned to the other man on my left and asked if my son was alright. They all ignored me and avoided eye contact. 

It was then, I knew something was wrong. I slowly turned my head to look around the room and saw in a corner, a medical team huddled over my baby. My baby. 

Before I knew it, I was wheeled into the recovery room. I hadn’t the faintest idea if baby D was alright, and neither could I see my husband. I just wanted to be wheeled out pronto! 

Finally when they did wheel me to the corridor, Nick got to come to the hallway and meet me. As he held my hand and kissed me, I could tell that he wasn’t quite alright. With a slight tremble in his voice, he told me that baby David was not doing well and was being attended to immediately. 

Thankfully I had family there to accompany me post-surgery in the ward while Nick waited anxiously outside the NICU. Four excruciating hours passed before he could speak to the doctors in there. David had suffered from meconium aspiration syndrome (MAS), where the baby has passed meconium (stool) into the amniotic fluid during labor or delivery. MAS may occur if the baby breathes in (aspirates) this fluid into the lungs.

David had to be transferred to the neighbouring hospital, a separate building a few blocks down the road from where I was warded. Because of that, I could not see him until the 3rd day after I was discharged. 

David suffered a few episodes of seizures in his first few days and also had to be assisted by a ventilator in his breathing. He was such a fighter! Despite his frail state, he was feisty enough to pull at all his tubes! 

Day 5, some tubes were removed from his body, and I was able to carry David for the first time. 😭

Each day brought different progress and David recovered remarkably, we give all glory to God for sustaining him, and also us throughout the 10 days he was in the NICU. 

Towards the end of our pregnancy, Nick and I had being doing catechism studies together as a couple. The first question we had learnt was – what is our hope in life and death? And the answer is that we are not our own, but belong, in both body and soul, in life and death, to God and to our saviour Jesus Christ. It is this very promise that we were assured that David’s life was in God’s hands. 

When I had suffered a threatened miscarriage earlier in my pregnancy, I had also come across a verse in Psalm 118 that I saw as a promise for David’s life. “I shall not die, but live, and proclaim the wondrous works of the Lord”. 

All these promises that the Lord gave to us prior to the delivery strengthened us for the uncertain days in the NICU where doctors could not give us answers, we rested in the knowledge of Him who is sovereign and in control. 

Over the 10 days in the NICU, we witnessed God’s faithfulness to us in so many ways. Grateful for loved ones who surrounded us with prayer, love and support and for family members who brought us food as well as provided practical help. We had to ‘camp out’ at the hospital each day, spending 7 to 12 hours there to ensure we could spend as much time with baby David there, as we believe strongly that human contact and our voices were vital in his recovery. 

Through all this, we remember and have been strengthened by the devotion that we read during our prayer together just before we went to be admitted to the hospital on July 19. (Devotion to be attached in the following post). We give thanks for the Lord’s wonderful dealings with us; for His working in all this to reveal our weakness and helplessness, and to show to us and through us, the outshinings of His glory.

A week after his birth, we witnessed many miracles. David was very alert and responsive, and opened his eyes clearly for the first time when I called his name. We then tried skin to skin contact with David, and he started suckling almost immediately. We know that this is a remarkable milestone as David has been fed intravenously all these while, and even with his improved condition, been fed by cup or syringe. 

The Lord seemed to answer all our hearts’ desires, for David also cried (very lustily) for the first time. David also had his MRI done and we were so grateful to know that he has suffered no brain damage despite the fits he went through the previous week. 

We are so glad to have David home now. It is both a sacred and joyful time for us, as we savour this humbling process of learning to be parents as well as enjoying our time together as a family.

We would appreciate your continued prayers for us that we may raise David up to be a man after God’s own heart, wholehearted in His pursuit of Christ. 

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Pregnancy Notes 

I thought I should blog a little more before my hands get full with soiled diapers, milk bottles and a myriad of baby paraphernalia. 🙂

Some random facts about our first pregnancy

1. It was a surprise. However unprepared we felt, we saw God’s hand in baby D’s life from the time he was conceived. In the fragile first few weeks of his implantation in my uterus, God prevented Nick and I from travelling to Tamong (a mountainous village with treacherous road conditions) through a terrible cold I developed which lasted a week. We would have gone, if not for the dreadful cough and fever that kept me awake for many nights, as I was unaware of my pregnancy at that time. After all, I wasn’t due for Aunt Flo’s visit till the next week. Through this incident, we look back and realise that baby D’s life has truly been covered with the fingerprints of his heavenly Father since the very beginning.

God also revealed to us baby D’s gender way before it was revealed in an ultrasound. At week 5, Nick and I already had a word given to us from the Bible (individually, at different times and through different passages) that we would have a son. (The gender of a baby is usually only known at week 16).

This brought us comfort and joy; knowing that despite our feelings of unpreparedness and inadequacy, God has already ordained all the days of our son.

The day we found out that we were expecting, a butterfly emerged from the cocoon we had earlier kept to observe.

2. I gave my poor Hubby and loved ones a headache during the first 5-6 months of pregnancy with my incredibly restricted diet. I felt too sick to stomach any Chinese food, meat especially poultry, and often craved for Japanese food and McDonald’s. (which obviously, is not available where we were in Kalimantan). 😄

Thankfully for my poor husband, I managed to win in two sushi competitions, one which won me a two hundred ringgit voucher at Sushi Tei, and another free thirty plates of sushi at Sushi King. We believe God had mercy on the both of us. 😂 I got my sushi cravings fixed, and our household budget was preserved. 😂

Now, I’m happily making up for lost time and enjoying my ayam goreng, chicken rice, Nando’s and KFC. Tee hee hee.

Our winning entry for Sushi Tei, accompanied by a poem I wrote for it’s caption.

3. I really love the feeling of baby D’s movements in my tummy. It makes up for all the physical discomfort I feel at each stage of the pregnancy, be it nausea and Dizziness, back pains, heart burn or indigestion. It feels so good to know that this precious little one is growing, woven by the skillful hands of His Father in heaven.

Spot the little bird saying hello to baby D 🙂

4. Despite all the challenges of pregnancy, my friends who are mothers already say that pregnancy is a breeze compared to actual motherhood! I believe them. 🙂 Nick and I feel so in need of God’s grace and wisdom as we charter into this unknown territory of parenthood.

Nick has been an amazing husband and support during this period, I could not ask for more. So glad that he’s with me in this together!

5. We are also treasuring our last few moments together alone as a couple (every day feels like honeymoon for me still, even after 2+ years of marriage). Hehe.

6. Lastly, I personally feel so blessed and grateful to God for His providence to us and baby D through the love of the people around us. Baby stuff can be so pricey and confusing at times for newbie parents like us, but everyone has been so kind to rally around us with their support, availability and all the wonderful hand me downs and gifts we have received. Most of our baby stuff are pre-loved items from relatives and friends who have generously given/loaned us stuff without hesitation. Personally, we would rather use hand-me-downs for these reasons – we save a lot, we don’t have to go back and forth deciding on the brands, prices and benefits and disadvantages of each product that we are considering to purchase (my husband is extremely thrifty and OCD, haha) and each product has been tried and tested from its previous owner. Anddddd, we just feel really blessed and loved as we sorted through the different items we received from family and friends.

Through this pregnancy, I’ve also come to experience for myself God’s providence for His children. Even though we have chosen in some ways to give up many things in following Him, He has proven Himself faithful to provide & we have never lacked anything.

Can’t wait to share all these stories with you, baby D. See you soon! 😚

It is Good to Remember… 

Throwback picture. Taken at 20 weeks.

Remembering God’s grace as I look back on the past few months. We (Nick, baby and I) have survived running out of fuel in the middle of nowhere in Kalimantan, a burst tyre on the highway, unexpected events that led to many changes in plans, many check ups at the clinic and hospital, hospitalisation, my friend and I getting chased down and followed by an un-gentleman driving a luxury car during my trip back to penang and the latest, running away from a fire at the eatery we were dining at in Kuching. 😂

God has never promised a trouble free life. But His grace is always sufficient for His children. 

Immensely grateful for the support and kindness of the different people He has put along our way to bring us shelter, aid and comfort. Thank you guys from the bottom of our heart. ❤

Blessed Birthday, Darling

I thank the Lord for you each day.

I thank Him for His grace upon you that has seen you through each year of your life, all these years.

He has held you, loved you, watched over you with His loving eye, and disciplined you as how a true loving Father does for the child He loves.

I am so thankful to be a witness of God’s work in your life and how He is using you to be a blessing to the nations. May many come to experience Christ through you.

As your blessed and beloved wife, I have come to know and learn about unconditional love in a far deeper way. Thank you for loving me when the days are long and tough, for being there even when you do not have all the answers, and for being a constant to me amidst the ups and downs we go through together.

Thank you for your steadying hand that finds me each time we pray, walk or wait.

Thank you for your eyes that speak so much compassion for others. Thank you for teaching me to see things that others usually don’t.

Thank you for being strong, and yet vulnerable enough to reveal your weakness. Thank you for trusting me as your companion and allowing this strange creature called ‘woman’ to turn your life upside down and inside out. 🙂

Thank you for being willing to go through this beautiful messy thing called love, so that through you, I would be able to understand more about God’s love.

I’m so honored to be your wifey.

I hope you have a blessed day, and even more blessed year, because you truly deserve the best.

Love you always,
Wifey

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Happy Birthday, Daddy!

I’m glad you’re spending your birthday in beautiful Scotland with your even beautifuller wife 😀

Thank you for being my father and for always desiring the best for me. I recall you barging into the doctor’s office with comical aplomb when one of the junior doctors broke the news to us about my illness. I found it so humorous even at that time, when most patients would be grim and worried.

Thank you for constantly saying that you enjoy my piano playing, and for paying attention to my music whether you’re busy watching the news on TV, catching up on Malaysian politics and international and unbiased news on the Internet or even more importantly, very important business in the bathroom (okay, I got a little too far… Whoops).

It is difficult to put into words what I’m grateful for, for a father does many things that we can and usually do take for granted. Unlike a mother, a father is usually more detached from his offspring due to time constraints and work responsibilities, and more clueless when it comes to their children’s emotional and social needs. But a father bears many difficulties in the outside world as he shoulders the responsibility of providing for his family. A responsible father is willing to bear the burden of seeing his children grow up well and ensures that their basic needs are provided for.

Thank you for being that father to me, and so much more.

I love you.

Happy birthday. 

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He Satisfies Us with Good Things

After being here in Indonesia for nearly two months now, I am beginning to crave for odd things like jam & crackers, cake and French fries (not so odd – my all-time favourite snack!)

Guess where and when I got my cravings fixed! 

In two unassuming, remote, out-of-the-way villages called Abah and Beringin

Nick, Hengki (our missions team member and dear brother in Christ) and I were serving there last week, reconnecting with families, building bridges with new friends, giving basic medical care & treatment as well as ministering to the many village children who were so eager to learn, play and hang around us. 

I was never one who needed cake or looked for cake when I was back home in Penang. Rarely do we crave for food we have so easily accessible, don’t you think? Plus. I was a butter snob. Back home I would wrinkle my nose at the taste of a cake made with margarine (toxic! Poison! Trans fats! Hydrogenated oils!) and always swore by good quality butter in my cooking & baking. 

Well, our host happened to be baking on one of the days we were in Abah, and I had the most delicious margarine cake ever! And in my heart, thanking God for loving me so much to even humour such a small desire. 

When we visited Kampung Beringin for the first time, we eventually ended up in a home where the host had an abundance of tapiocas. Within an hour, there were 3 plates of piping hot tapioca fries laid in front of us. I knew it was not a coincidence. This was Papa, telling me, “I love you, my precious daughter.” 

He truly satisfies our mouths with good things, so that our youth is renewed like the eagles. (Psalm 103:5)

This verse became such a reality to me this trip. 

How many times have we been blessed over & beyond, more than our needs but the extras. The extras that say, “I love you. I delight in you. You are the apple of my eye.” 

May our eyes never grow dim to the many blessings He bestows on us each day. May we never receive our everyday providences with a sense of entitlement, God forbid that we become ungrateful or covetous. 



Yummy tapioca fries!