" There's nothing wrong with you. You are 4-week pregnant. Tell your boyfriend"
Hahaha. I still remember his face when I told him that I am married.
The next adventure was registering to prenatal care unit. Ops, before I go any further, I never thought that Spain is totally Spanish, then when we arrived here, only then we realized that they only speak Spanish. Thus, imagine: Hospital administrator talked to you in Spanish, you had to guess what they meant, and answered back in English, then they had to guess the meaning in Spanish. Enter the information into the system. And our level of Spanish during that time: 0 - Zero! Madre mia! A registration process which should be 10 minutes was dragged to almost an hour. When we came out of the room, the number of people waiting for their turn was outrages. Yet, what to do. We never mean harm.
But I have to admit that the health care services here is far off better than Malaysia. That is the first difference we notice about Spain being a develop country. When it comes to value of life, they really appreciate it. I have being monitored during my whole pregnancy by 2 persons, the midwife and the doctor. And the gap between each visit between the 2 is at least 2 weeks. They perform lab test, taken blood and urine, sugar level test, and ecography at least 3 times, one for each trimester. Scan and ultrasound is compulsory in every check up. When labor is nearing, they put you into monitoring and check the contraction frequency. All this never been experience during my previous pregnancy in Malaysia except urine test and scan (which only done on certain visit).
Laboring day is the moment we were looking for. I experienced the 'show of blood' and told my hubby that it was time to go to hospital. Thank Allah, I had no pain, we talked, laughed, caught the RENFE and even ran to catch the bus. My hubby insisted that we took the bus even the hospital is only two stops away.When we arrived, it was already 5 cm. I told my hubby to take a lot of pictures so that we are able to show our child later when she grow older. We even strike poses in the waiting room before been transfer to labor room. But later when the time arrived, the pain was....difficult to describe. I opted for natural birth, no epidural nor pain relief. Pergh... And my hubby kept capturing the moment till I shouted to him to stop. Luckily I spent only 30 minutes in the labor room. Alhamdulillah, our baby girl was born at 2205, 13th June 2008. But I regret that I asked my hubby to stop capturing the moment. Or else now we have a better collection to show to Zara Humaira'.
I was an experience not to forget. Even though I am now getting through my confinement with no mom or mom-in-law, thank to my lovely husband for helping me get through.