Of all the gifts life has to offer, motherhood is the greatest of them all. It has been 3 months that I gave birth to my little munchkin and I remember every tiny moment and emotion I went through. Read on to know how it all started and the birth story of my little one.
As we were ready to board the parenting train(well, almost ready!), we met the gynecologist for prenatal counselling. The gynecologist asked us a few basic questions on family background and suggested a few tests. I was diagnosed for Hypothyroidism and was asked to reduce my weight as it could affect the pregnancy. I started eating healthy, reduced caffeine, took prenatal vitamins, joined aerobics and was successful in reducing 10 kg.
As the hands of time moved forward, I read a lot about the symptoms of pregnancy and paid more attention to every single change in my body. On September 29th, just one day after my due date I had an intuition that I could be pregnant and was anxious to test on the same day. It is advised to take the test 7 days after the due date and with the first urine sample of the day for accurate results. But, who could wait? I took the test and after 5 mins a second faint line appeared. A friend of mine who was also pregnant had told me that even a faint line was positive.
I was ecstatic, I called my husband and asked him to come home immediately. May be even he had sensed the same and knew exactly why he was being called for. He came home hugged me and told me that he some how was sure that we were pregnant. But before we could inform our parents, I wanted to be sure that test wasn’t false positive so we decided to control our excitement until next morning. I couldn’t sleep the whole night and I tested again in the morning. This time 2 dark lines appeared and there was no boundary to my happiness. Husband man who usually sleeps till 9 am was wide awake by 6 and was waiting for the result. We informed our parents.
As I told earlier that I had googled for all the pregnancy symptoms I dreaded the upcoming days. Fortunately, I glided through the pregnancy like a dream.There was not a single instance of nausea or vomiting and no food averisons too. It was only when the flutters started, I actually felt pregnant. At 34 weeks, when I was out for walking, a sharp pain appeared on my lower back. I got back home and relaxed and the pain subsided after sometime. This pain would recur every evening. On my next visit to doc, I informed her about the recurring back pain, she did a physical check and told me i was 2 cm dilated and 90% effaced. She feared a premature delivery and to avoid the same, she gave me some tablets and advised me to continue the tablets until 37 weeks.
5 days after I stopped the tablets, on 19th May, at 3.30 am I woke up with the pain again. Thinking it to be the same pain, I went to the loo and got back to sleep. Again at 4 am the next contraction appeared, and the next at 4.15. Now I started timing the contractions and the contractions came every 15 mins. I woke up my mom and told her about the contractions, took a shower and left to the hospital. The journey from house to hospital was only 20 mins and it felt endless.
5.30 am: We reach the hospital, I was taken into the labor room and a device was connected to record the frequency and intensity of contractions. A duty doctor did a physical examination and confirmed that I was in active labor and the baby would be out by afternoon.
10 am: My gynecologist came and I was 7 cm dilated by then and she broke the water bag. Intensity of contractions had increased and they appeared every 5 mins.
My husband and mum both were with me, wiping my sweat and giving me moral support and strength. I also bit my poor husband’s hand while in pain. He smiled and held my hand and told me I was strong and I could do it.
12 pm: I was shivering with pain and screaming my lungs out. The mid-wife/nurse asked me not to scream and bite my teeth during the contractions and save the energy for pushing later.
12.30 pm: Crowning happened and they sent my husband out and certain changes were made in the labor room, and in 6-8 pushes, at 12.43, my angel came into this world. This was the exact words of the doctor: A cutie pie it is and she looks just like her daddy. I heard her cry and tears rolled out from my eyes.
The pediatrician checked the baby while I was stitched. Few minutes later, the nurse bought my baby and put her near my cheeks. I kissed her on the forehead and then they took her to show it to the family who was eagerly waiting outside.
So, this is how my angel was born. This might be the shortest and not so heroic birth story but the experience remains untouched in my heart until death.