The next collection of memories is from the day we delivered. A day that is tattooed in my mind on top of the three on my skin ;)
A line of discomforts started by Wk 28. On 16th December, at 7pm, our doctor finally decides, it is no longer safe for our babies if I lie down against gravity, and he asks the doctor on call, Dr. Ritu to straighten my bed. I was overjoyed that I can lie down straight since then. We were watching super singer n spoorthi was singing. At 2150 my water completely broke and I screamed on top of my voice. That's when hell broke loose.
Immediately Dr Ritu, two sisters and a scan machine are by my bed. I keep crying non stop and the first thing she does is scan. The babies were fine. She says there's still enough water and Dr Sathya is on the way. She wasnt sure what the plan is. I didnt understand what that meant. So could i carry for couple more weeks? Four doctors came to look at me but no one gave me any clarity on what was going to happen. I was getting anxious.
The most painful thing was she asked my mom to remove my bangles. I wore the bangles for a mere 16 days. I felt so robbed. I keep telling our babies to stay safe. I hold back tears and tell myself enough. And that's when I realised I was having contractions. Absolutely no pain but the contractions were i think two minutes apart. I was moved to the labour room, the cerclage removed & then came handsome Dr S, my knight in shining armour, in a light blue jean and a navy blue t shirt. Must be a regular party for him I was thinking. And finally someone had the guts to tell us he was going to deliver our babies.
He examines me internally and says I could go for a normal delivery if I had the motivation. I was too scared and asked him to take me to the theatre. I think it was 2230 or so then. He warns me that baby 1 could come out on the way cause he was willing to. I tell our baby to stay put for a couple of minutes and that our guardian angel was here, and he would bring them out safely. They prepare me for LSCS like assembly of a BMW car and wheel me in. The anaesthetist says the epidural would paralyse up to my neck sometimes and I ask him if my heart would still beat. I ask Dr S if someone can bring my spectacles inside cause I cannot see our babies without them and Dr Kalyani, the paediatrician on call, asks me not to worry and she will make sure I see them.
After that it happened like magic. The Epidural. The suction. The first birth cry and the second. The instantaneous goose bumps all over my body that I felt beyond the anaesthetic. My first kisses to them. Little did I know then, that my next touch would be a month later. And then they put me to sleep. Or rather tried to and failed miserably, for I didnt sleep a wink the next 56 days.
Thank you Dr. Sathya, Dr. Ritu, Divya Sister, Feeba Sister and Elisabeth sister. Thank you for the decision that was proved right and the precision in whatever you did on the night of the 16th of December, for today we hold our bundle of joy in our arms.
Cheers,
Hopie
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