A better day as far as the pain is concerned though the rock remains in my tummy. So I refuse the painkillers though there is a little pain left yet but the nurse raises eyebrows and goes ahead and gives me one nevertheless. Another nurse gives me a sponge bath. My husband jokes looking at my tummy that the doc must've left another baby inside. It doesn't matter for now because all I know is that today I can have solid food! It's going to be only 2 idlis and coffee but I'm dying to eat anything!
I actually feel like a born-again mother as I hardly remember anything of use from my previous delivery time six years ago. I ask the nurse if the heaviness in my stomach will go in some days. She gives me a weird look and says yes blandly. I wonder if she's ever had an operation in her life and figure it's better to ask my neighbour at home who's had a second C-section about a month ago.
My son refuses to go home so my husband goes alone to send my father with lunch for me. The boy is in a bad mood today and it takes all our patience to keep him from going berserk. His initial excitement has given way to concerns that he's being sidelined by one and all. He shouts more than my raw nerves can stand, wants to lie down alongside me in my narrow bed and I'm worried that he may throw his legs about and kick my sore tummy. He's not happy with any of the books he's got and I ask him why in the world he didn't go home. He complains that I've stopped loving him and all the endearments that I used to bestow on him are now being showered on the baby. As my father pulls him out of the room for a stroll, he mutters, "I'm sure she's my step-mother, always scolding me. On top of that she doesn't even admit it!"! I'm dumbstruck for a second but burst out laughing. Ouch, it hurts!!
My doctor comes in after a while and she's surprised to hear that the baby is entirely on breastfeed. She examines me and says I look fine and if the pediatrician gives a go ahead, we can go home tomorrow. But we'll have to wait and see - today is the BCG day. A nurse takes the baby downstairs and I can hear the poor kid crying a while later. Don't know if it is that or a stomach problem, the baby gives us all a tough time till early morning. Then she passes motion and sleeps off leaving the rest of us grateful for a chance to catch some sleep. Of course my son is fast asleep throughout all the commotion.
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