Birth Story of my little fellow - 3

Over to the Birthing Suite at 8:40 PM.

I had to go through the tormentous process of getting up from the wheel chair and sleeping on the bed. By now, my screams were in high pitch, whenever the contractions hit. I remember glimpses of staff peeping inside to see who was screaming. S and my MIL were by my side constantly, trying to calm me down. S says even today that it wasn't me screaming, must be some bhoot or chandramukhi :D

The nurses weren't helping me get over the pain either. I remember begging one of the nurses to do something, to give me epidural, to get me out of pain. Unfortunately, she said "There's no way out Honey. You have to push". They checked my dilation and I was already 10 cm dilated! No wonder, the pains were monsterous. I had passed the window when I could get the pain medication. It was too late. I continued screaming to the top of my voice and wriggling in bed. The nurses were trying to tell me something but I was in no mood to listen.

Inbetween the contractions, I could relax a bit. That's when a nurse yelled at me, saying I was wasting my energy screaming. Instead I had to divert my energy to push. That made complete sense to me. The very next contraction, I channelized the pain in a better way. Everyone around me was surprised. I had got the technique! phew!

From then on, I wasn't screaming. I started pushing hard. When I was close to delivering, the delivery team walked in. The doctor with his assistants, helped me further. My MIL couldn't see me suffering, and S asked her to leave inbetween. We couldn't put her health in jeopardy. I was so exhausted during the process, I had no energy left. But the thought of seeing my baby kept me going. And S was by my side supporting me all this while.

At 9:44 PM, I heard a tiny squeal! Our little bundle of joy had arrived. S and me were living the moment we were dreaming of since ages. That was the most precious and beautiful thing I was holding in my arms, my baby :) A miracle, I feel at times. Without the divine intervention, it would not have been possible. There were countless times, when things weren't happening the right way. But one perfect moment made up for all the pain endured. Touchwood!

Sailing through the magical moments, I did not realize that my pain was long gone. They had to take the baby to NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit)as he was born early. He had to be monitored for any irregularities. The post - delivery process was so fast that I was wheeled back to mother and baby care unit as early as 10:10 PM. On the way back, I peeked into NICU to catch a glimpse of my new love. Later, our family got together to celebrate the little one's arrival :)

All's well that ends well. And so the beautiful day passed by unfolding tons of surprises and life-long memories to cherish.