We never formally introduced the LOVE of my Life. The Apple of my Eye, the front runner, the flea of my heart & the reason our lives became so beautiful and blessed. Drum Rolls Please – SAMAR…He is 19 months old & has recently graduated to a Toddler class aka Junior Pre-K. He is almost as good as a Minion at taking instructions, Zero percent naughty and 100 percent nice. It has been over an year but the reminiscing still continues. The day we had him of course was one of the special days of my life & looking back I realize how lucky I was that things moved safely and quickly.
Let’s back up.
I was 39 weeks due but no contractions but gestational diabetes & we decided to get labor induced as the baby was growing big. I took work off a day before & decided to spend it with elder baby (my husband) & get some quality “Just Us” time. The Braxton Hicks contractions had started since few weeks but still got dressed up & went out for Dinner. As I relished down dumplings one after another, my better half kept ruling out all the possible negative scenarios & planning contingency!
Below satiated & zen like me!
Later that evening we went to the hospital, got induced & all we were expected to do was WAIT. I wasn’t hoping a sudden labor but some meaningful contractions to know that the process had kicked off. Post supervision called my dad on the phone making them aware that baby didn’t seem anywhere close to being born. We agreed it was going to be a long night.
Throughout the pregnancy, I had a nightly 1:00 AM routine to listen to Brene Brown & Liz Gilbert on Audible. For some reasons their voices were soothing & discussions were relaxing to fall asleep. Towards the end of pregnancy, I used to listen to the sound of rain to fall asleep. And that day also I relied on these Apps as if my life was dependent on them…Until around 4:00 AM, I got up because I couldn’t get comfortable. Even my comfy position wouldn’t work, the pain was exponentially increasing. I didn’t wake up Mr. Significant Other and went to see the midwife who induced a second dose of labor. I started to think that may be something was happening as the nighttime contractions usually would subside when we went to bed. So I decided to start timing my contractions and they were approx 2 minutes apart & 30 seconds long. Usually it is 1 minute long when you start pushing so I was convinced that nothing major was happening.
At 6:00 AM the contractions were kinda strong and the baby was awake, moving and wanted food. I was told to fast after our dinner last night so we both were starving. I felt a lot of distress and called the midwife again, she told me to go to the labor room for examination & found out I was 2 cm dilated! However, there was still some time and midwife started prepping for the labor. Even if the dilation wasn’t adequate she wanted to start a timer to ensure that both of us are not introduced to any kind of trauma. They put a Doppler, started looking at the heart rate & the contractions. They took first reading & told me that a second reading was required. I thought everything was fine & wanted to step out of the room to get some air and may be sneak out to get some milk! I removed all the wires and got down from the bed when the obstetrician came and told me that they were taking me to an emergency C section! The baby’s heart rate was slowing during contractions more than what was considered safe. I picked up the phone & noticed that battery was at 2%, mustered up myself and dialed daddy-to-be saying “Come Fast”. He came rushing and I was taken to OR. We were freaked out as 1. We thought we still had time and 2. He was not allowed to come inside the OR as it was a major emergency.
They gave me regional Anastasia, draped sterile drapes, the nurses prepped up instruments. The doctor comforted me saying there will be multiple incisions to get to the baby, so hang on! I was numb in about 10 minutes but I could feel incision and next suctioning. The amniotic fluid was suctioned away to make more room in the uterus for the procedure. In next 5 minutes, I felt intense pressure and nausea, I was told by anesthetist that the Baby’s head is born! The OR had steel ceiling & everything was mirrored on it but I couldn’t see Baby’s head nor heard a voice. I had started to get paranoid and asked if the baby was a boy or girl? This was met with laughter & they said, “Not yet”. Within another few minutes, i heard the loveliest voice and I said Our Baby! The nurse put the wobbly screaming baby on my chest. He was so little, already suckling and his hair & cheeks were soft, beyond adorable. The midwives were mushing on my stomach removing the placenta, stitching the abdomen as I was trying to process what was happening, and in that moment I wished I could getup from the table & run to Daddy-to-be and show him look what we made. But that would have been inappropriate so I waited them to stitch me up. Around 10:45 AM I was out of the OR and the baby was happily sleeping on a warmer and everyone had huddled him.
It still baffles me that one night we went to bed as usual & the next day before we would have come back from work we had the baby delivered and our entire family dynamics changed. I consider us so lucky. Seven hours were short but they were long enough to complete our transition into official parenthood, these 7 hours had completely consumed my thoughts both since I got pregnant and since it happened.
The baby (who didn’t had a name at this point) was learning fast, eating like a champ & gaining weight. Had already had bath, visited pediatrician, went to get a to-go-order… not really but we are food people & eventually he will. He is already getting bigger & OMG the clock is ticking and time is flying so FAST. And in next 10 seconds he will be going out to the college & I will just die.
For now we just cuddle.