After more than 9 months of massive weight gain and swelling feet, finally, baby P's ready to come into this world... through a c-section that is... after all that psyching and planning for natural birth, this comes as quite a disappointment somehow... For a couple of days after the meeting with Dr, L. Ang (Thomson Medical), I can't help but feel... robbed!
Like i was robbed of the right to have a natural birth... somehow, I had co-related natural birth with motherhood... it was like a baptism into motherhood... the final "test" that all (real) mothers-to-be have to pass... a part of a society who wears the badge of natural child-birth that I can proudly wear on my sleeve.
And kid you not, I would have opted for natural birth without the epidural... (I know what you're thinking, but that was what I really wanted). I was all psyched up, and ready to go...
That when life has once again demonstrated its unpredictability... Although natural child birth happens to more than 90% of Dr. L.Ang's patients... I belonged to that very exclusive handful of them who can't....
Well... the pains of being different...
Thankfully the "pains" didn't stay around for long, in less than 6 days, I had everything arranged for my check-in.
The trip to the hospital was kind of unnerving. Escorted by two of the most important people in my life, my mummy dearest and hubby, I don't know what to make of it. I was actually more concerned about making to the hospital in time for the operation.
Waiting for check-in at Thomson Medical took a little longer than expected, we waited at least 35 minutes. And I was scheduled to be checked-in by 11 am... Darn... The nerves...
Then there was all the last minute arrrangements with the nurses, the Cord Life people etc. Then before I knew it, they had me laid out at the operating theatre like a de-scaled fish.
One minute there were lights, clatter and lots of talking, then I got sucked into a state of nothingness, only to be awaken by this gross sore in my entire mid-section. In my semi-concious state, I find it hard to believe that the baby's already out of tummy when THE BUMP is still on me!
As the drugs slowly wear off, a mini state of panic kicked in. I wanted to know where my baby is, I wondered if he / she is really a he / she, I wondered if he / she is healthy, I wondered if he / she is alright....
When my very thoughtful hubby finally wheeled her into my room, one look at baby P made everything seems so worth it...
Seventeen days after her birth into this world, baby P reinforces our decision to have her. She's a real gift, a miracle from God. Her presence not only brighten up my life, she has been bringing much joy and laugther to the rest of the family.
I have only one wish for baby P. I can only pray that she will grow up healthy and happy...
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