" The drama of birth is over. The cord is cut, the first cry heard: A new life begun....The mother - seeing, hearing, perhaps touching her baby - scarcely notices the world around her, let alone how much her body aches. She just paritcipated in a MIRACLE. " - Carrol Dunham.
Does a mother's first child birth experience prepare her for the second one?? No...as each child is unique, so is the experience of child birth.
Compared to my second delivery, my first one was a piece of cake ! Felt as if it was over in a jiffy . It was because I was so excited, aniticipating each and every moment of the past nine months for that day. I never thought of the pain. But, I do remember a funny incident which happened that morning. I was already in labour and was sitting in the hospital lounge as my admission papers were being drawn up. My friends' cousin who was there to visit someone, came up to me and asked this all too stupid question : " Hi, How are you?" I said, " I am fine", doubled over and puked !!! Oops !
So, almost three years on, I am back in the same hospital for the weekly check up, I am in my 3rd term of my pregancy. During the examination it was determined that my son was not making all the right movements a eight month old foetus is expected to do. He had grown and there was no place for him to 'kick'. The Doctor decided that it was time to relieve him off the comfort of my womb.
I was being 'prepared' for delivery and pain was induced. When the first contraction came, I was jolted ! No, it was nothing like I had experienced before. So, I was officially in labour.
Three hours on...am still in pain...no dialation..all the doctors who are on duty drop by my room to poke and probe...I feel like smashing their smile strapped faces. Here, I am lying in pain and feeling exposed and they are doing nothing to alleviate the pain. In fact, a second injection is given and they break my water bag...I am ready to pass out. They show no mercy. The hospital staff is also rude, they don't give me water to drink, just in case if I have undergo surgery. Three more hours....and I am literally begging the doctor to cut me up.
They wheel me into the delivery room .. the doctor comes over and encourages me not to give up. Yeah, sure...I would like to say.." Wanna swap places, baby !" I am ready to throw my towel in and say, "Ok, I have had it, I can't go on. I am quitting." I wish it would work that way. At the most, all I can do is curse my hubby for putting me in this position...won't help...we are partners in crime. I can scream, but it will fall on deaf ears. The nurses just ignore you. The only option was to go on with what little energy was left.
How I hate that word "push" ! Here, I was preparing to push, there is lady in the adjoining bed who is undergoing a D & C procedure. She screams, and I scream along with her and the next thing I hear is the small, tired and beautiful crying of my son. He is equally exhausted. I hold the still bloodied, sticky and wrinkly beautiful baby to my bossom..and all that is happening is the tears flowing from my eyes...
I have been blessed again.
Does a mother's first child birth experience prepare her for the second one?? No...as each child is unique, so is the experience of child birth.
Compared to my second delivery, my first one was a piece of cake ! Felt as if it was over in a jiffy . It was because I was so excited, aniticipating each and every moment of the past nine months for that day. I never thought of the pain. But, I do remember a funny incident which happened that morning. I was already in labour and was sitting in the hospital lounge as my admission papers were being drawn up. My friends' cousin who was there to visit someone, came up to me and asked this all too stupid question : " Hi, How are you?" I said, " I am fine", doubled over and puked !!! Oops !
So, almost three years on, I am back in the same hospital for the weekly check up, I am in my 3rd term of my pregancy. During the examination it was determined that my son was not making all the right movements a eight month old foetus is expected to do. He had grown and there was no place for him to 'kick'. The Doctor decided that it was time to relieve him off the comfort of my womb.
I was being 'prepared' for delivery and pain was induced. When the first contraction came, I was jolted ! No, it was nothing like I had experienced before. So, I was officially in labour.
Three hours on...am still in pain...no dialation..all the doctors who are on duty drop by my room to poke and probe...I feel like smashing their smile strapped faces. Here, I am lying in pain and feeling exposed and they are doing nothing to alleviate the pain. In fact, a second injection is given and they break my water bag...I am ready to pass out. They show no mercy. The hospital staff is also rude, they don't give me water to drink, just in case if I have undergo surgery. Three more hours....and I am literally begging the doctor to cut me up.
They wheel me into the delivery room .. the doctor comes over and encourages me not to give up. Yeah, sure...I would like to say.." Wanna swap places, baby !" I am ready to throw my towel in and say, "Ok, I have had it, I can't go on. I am quitting." I wish it would work that way. At the most, all I can do is curse my hubby for putting me in this position...won't help...we are partners in crime. I can scream, but it will fall on deaf ears. The nurses just ignore you. The only option was to go on with what little energy was left.
How I hate that word "push" ! Here, I was preparing to push, there is lady in the adjoining bed who is undergoing a D & C procedure. She screams, and I scream along with her and the next thing I hear is the small, tired and beautiful crying of my son. He is equally exhausted. I hold the still bloodied, sticky and wrinkly beautiful baby to my bossom..and all that is happening is the tears flowing from my eyes...
I have been blessed again.
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