Since then so many things have happened, but I still keep on going back to this same time last year and trying to recapture the wonder and the happiness and the contentment of that time, starting from my maternity leave. In honor of that day, I thought I'd post this, a relic from my old blog, written four days after she was born. A change of pace from my usual posts, but I hope you still enjoy it. :)
March 13, 2011
In the days before delivering, me and the hubby became sort of addicted to watching A Baby Story on the Discovery Home and Health Channel. The show follows different couples as they give birth and gives an update four to six weeks after delivery. It sort of helped us focus on what we were about to go through, or at least gave us something to relate to as we anxiously waited for the day we were to deliver as well.
So I took my maternity leave at 38 weeks, more or less on the 9th month, and waited for labor to start. And waited. And waited. It was like Groundhog Day. We'd have a routine - I'd clean the house in the morning, prepare something nice for lunch, me and the hubby would go to the mall so I could walk around, get home, see our son from school, make dinner, then walk around the village again. At night I'd sleep, confident that labor would start in the middle of the night. And then I'd wake up, still pregnant, and Groundhog Day began all over again.
It was relatively OK until March 6, my due date according to ultrasound, came and went. Each succeeding day that passed felt like forever, and I would wake up worried and anxious and secretly teary. On March 8, 2 days overdue, my doctor scheduled another ultrasound. We found that baby's amniotic fluid was running low, and more worrisome, her umbilical cord was coiled around her neck. The news came as a shock and I tried to keep a brave face though inwardly I felt like crying. I was so worried. What if something wrong happened? The doctor reassured me that it would be possible to deliver the baby vaginally, although if worst came to worst, I'd have to have a C-section. But the fact was that I needed to give birth, ASAP. I would have to be induced that night.
In the birthing room the pressure started to build up more intensely and the urge to push overrode all sensation. As doctors and nurses scrambled to suit up and get the gear out, I was asked to exhale and fight the urge to push. Finally, my OB positioned herself and said, "If you want to start pushing, go ahead."