Hospital chronicles:
My room is right next to the labor ward - close i am to watching the cycle of life begin and be enthralled by it over and again. It rained heavily overnight and the morning was muffled by the mist that was left behind... as i peeped outside our door i could sense flurried animation.. a new commotion was gearing up... the routine was magical... a dozen nurses chit chatting marched in unified procession.. followed by a wheel chair in pain at the speed of light.. minutes of silence and the creak of a door opening. .. i was overjoyed to hear the loud harmonious cheer "push! push!push!! Good! Good! Good! " with claps as drums... adrenaline pumping inside me as i counted every second... silence followed and a creak again... no more cheers... a white glassy-eyed coat whirred past with a parcel wrapped tightly around his arms... a bundle of joy contained in a towel. . It was over.. the procession dispersed in reverse.. no matter how many times i see it on tv or read about it, it always overwhelms me - the miracle of birth... wait a minute.. who am i kidding? It was not over.. It had only just begun. .
Cheers,
Hopie
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