It brings me immense pleasure to share that I, along with 23 other bloggers are celebrating #9daysofwomanhood throughout Navratri. I thank Sumira for introducing me. I loved her blog at http://cuckoosnest-sumira.blogspot.in/ on the prompt for today – My Delivery and my baby
The 9 months of anticipation and patience are never easy. Falling in love with someone you have never met; thinking, preparing ahead and months of waiting – is a miracle in itself. Maybe words can never appropriately portray the emotions that run in us the moment we transition from a woman to a mother. Life changes, just like that.
My C-section was planned on 9th September 2015. As I lay on the operating table, being prepped, I was swept by fear; sweating and my heart missed a million beats. My gynecologist was ready with her instruments as the aesthetician injected the first dose of anesthesia in me. He asked me to lift my leg, and so I did… then the second dose came, I still didn’t doze off. The gynecologist was not happy as she stared back right at the aesthetician, and so the third shot was injected – and I felt my body go limp. I knew I had lost control of my body when suddenly something happened … the machine that was connected to monitor my BP started beeping.
I turned left and saw the number 250 on the screen and suddenly saw a lot of stars in front of me. My BP which should have been 120, was showing a whopping 250. I could feel my body shake as I saw Life flash in bits – the homemade Christmas cake baked by my mamma, big teddy bear hug from my father, late night conversations with my brother, the day I got married, the moment I held my son in my arms for the first time – the fear of not making it and going back to my husband and son – not able to meet the baby that I had been waiting for! My eyes welled up with tears.
With all my might, I held onto the aesthetician’s hands as I saw fear on everyone’s face and thought – Is this it? is this how Death feels like ? is this why I am seeing a flashback … I felt my body jolted and about 45 seconds later – the beeping stopped. This is the first time I am being vocal about what happened on that day. The emotions are running high as I type each word and relive each moment again.
I was back – maybe God sent me back! I don’t know maybe someone prayed for me and that prayer got answered. I felt the room in a frenzy – I was pulled and pushed as a tiny sound squeaked. And my doctor exclaimed …Time of Birth – 9:34 am.
Harneet – congratulations. The baby is absolutely fine and look at her cheeks, just like yours :)... I managed a smile, said a quick prayer, looked right and there she was! My baby girl… Pink as she could be… eyes wide open…! I wanted to touch and kiss her forehead .. but passed out only to find myself in my room 2 hours later.
My daughter was born on my birthday. As I turned 33, I was reborn …literally!
I was unconscious most part of the day cause of the high dose of anesthesia pumped in me. I was fully conscious by 10pm. We came back home after 3 days and since then each day – I have felt grateful and humbled by this life given back to me. Maybe God has a higher purpose for me and I live each day in gratitude.