The sun shines brightly upon us this morning but the doctor's strict orders say that since the weather is not very good, the baby won't have bath for a week. My mother is very upset and gives numerous examples wherein the baby had bath right from day one. Nevertheless, he says the baby is fine except for one small thing - the TSH is a bit high so we have to re-test it next week. My tummy is a bit lighter and I can eat normally today onwards.
My husband's calls to various parties to inform about the baby's arrival are on. Some are upset that they got the news late, some even call up and complain that he didn't call them up directly. What row!
The settlement is over - the bill is 56k, 6k from our pocket. My father paid only 22k last time around but we console ourselves that it is after all Bangalore. But I want to complain to my doc about how they treat her patients - she's not an in-house doc there. While they go and visit other patients, they hardly came to see me after the first day. So my biggest question for the day remains - passing motions. I haven't done it for two days and the doc has warned me that for the next 2 months I'm not supposed to exert pressure. Of course I'm not allowed to sneeze or cough either. And no green chillies and sour stuff. And I'm supposed to eat a lot of vegetables and fruits. I love them anyway but my mother scoffs at it. Don't you simply go by what they say and start drinking cold water and eat anything and everything, she says, once the tablets get over you'll be in trouble. I guess I'm going to give in to her wisdom.
So at 2:30 p.m we pack our bags and leave for home. The taxi driver is horrible - he takes the bad road in spite of our suggestion otherwise and I'm scared my stitches would come off everytime the car jumps on the bad Ulsoor road. I do survive and as I enter home, there is a nice feeling of coziness. But we haven't done our homework well - there is no crib and the window is laden with dust. It is dusted soon, we decide upon not having a crib for the time being and the baby is installed on the cot.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
30-Dec-2010 - The Third Day...
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.
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.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Memoirs...29-Dec-2010
The pain has subsided a little after a wretched night during which my husband has had a tiff with the night-duty nurse who is nowhere to be seen when the next dose of painkiller is to be given. My husband has had a tough night too along with my son sleeping in a 5x2 area. The kid has been peaceful more or less feeding on Lactogen. I've hardly slept a wink and am glad to see the daylight appear. One thing I know the morning will bring is more nurses and some doctors and hopefully we'll also get our bigger room. As it turns out, the room is not vacant yet, the nurses come in but have utter disdain for all my worries. One even reprimands me for my lack of patience. I keep my mouth shut. My doc arrives at 1 p.m and only asks me to move my legs up and I have trouble doing so with the right one. She asks me to move sideways too which is a Herculean task for me considering the fact that it feels as if she left a rock inside my stomach while operating. I somehow manage to feed the baby lying down and wonder how they learn the art of sucking. My sister has taken the day off and spends it with us. She says the baby looks like my son and it reminds me of the time he was born. My father too has arrived from hometown this morning and he comes in to send my husband and son home for a bit of rest. My son leaves reluctantly but promises to come back in the evening. Evening arrives to see me feeling much better though my mouth is dry not having had a drop of water. My son and husband arrive, my father and sister leave for the day. We finally move into the bigger room with a lot of fanfare. My son inspects all the gadgets in the room immediately but its no much use really - The TV doesn't work, we can't use the microwave oven because we don't have containers for it and the cradle is just a box, we can't rock it. There is enough space for all of us to sleep comfortably with our bag and baggage. But today the baby has decided not to sleep much in the night having exhausted all the sleep in the daytime probably. My mother gives her company and my husband helps her in changing the diapers. I look on amused as neither of them has done it last time - using the diapers - and may be the result shows - the nurse who comes in around midnight reprimands them for the shoddy job. I get some sleep thankfully.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Memoirs from the Maternity Room
I have a daughter now!! :-) She's already 6 weeks today and it's also immunization time. Hope the poor thing will not find it too hard to bear the pain...
Anyways, just so that I can read it later sometime, I want to write an account of my time so far. So here it goes...
December 28, 2010
---------------------
What should've been a routine waiting day has suddenly turned the D-day. When I wake up from my regular rest at 12:30 p.m, I realize that the liquor(when I read this word the first time, I thought it was wrongly typed, but no!!) is leaking. I call up my doctor who says I should get admitted if it repeats.Nothing happens for a while so I go ahead with my lunch. But my mother is cautious and serves me a bit more saying I may not have the dinner at home. To confirm it, the liquor leaks again after the lunch. I'm all set to pack now but my mother is optimistic this time - she says let's wait once more. I say fine but call up my husband at office nevertheless to come home right away. By the time he reaches home half an hour later, my leakage has intensified, my mother is all set to go and I'm at boiling point. We rush with my son to the hospital with me getting labour pains too and definitely not in a good shape as far as liquor is concerned. I'm wheeled into my room as soon as I reach the hospital but much to our disappointment, it is not the room we had asked for and a much smaller one - the other one is still occupied as we are two days early. Anyway, that's hardly my concern at the moment - I don't know what to make of the leakage - is it normal or bad? I ask every nurse that enters the room but they just say it's fine, doctors will know more. Soon an in-house gynac comes and examines me. She calls up my doc right away and says I'm far from the normal delivery yet but the leakage is bad. I talk to her too - she says she's coming right away and it's going to be LSCS again - my second one. I'm only relieved but the OT is occupied even when my doc arrives half an hour later. She reprimands the nurses about not having checked the baby's pulse which worries me a bit too. They do it after a prolonged search during which time my already-high pressure must've gone up definitely. But I do faintly feel the movements inside which relieves me a bit.
It's status-quo as far as OT is concerned till 4:30 p.m and I'm worried that my doc may disappear from the scene. But finally around 5, I'm made to change into the hospital gown and enter the O.T. Anesthesia etc follow and I can almost see my lower tummy being cut and pulled apart like a plastic bag. Some more cutting and pulling and I'm feeling giddy and I tell the assembly of doctors and nurses so. They say it's fine and I continue staring at the overhead bright light which blurs occasionally. The spell is broken when I hear the baby cry as they remove it from my tummy. It's music to my ears and I can't take my eyes off the baby as they place it under the warmer. I can see the face but I can only figure out that it looks healthy so I ask what baby it is. My doc says it's a healthy girl and I'm pleasantly surprised as somehow everyone had made me believe that it was going to be another boy. I can hear the blood gushing with a 'whoosh' while my doc does the sewing. She leaves the room after a while for the nurse to give the final touches and as I move out of the room I see the poor baby still under the warmer wailing sweetly. I ask why it is not coming with me and they say they'll keep it there for a little more time. So I come out alone and as they wheel me up to my room, I meet my mother, husband and son waiting outside, my son looking anxious all over. I wink at him and he gives me a faint smile and we all enter our room.
The baby has not yet arrived even after an hour and my husband has bought the necessary things. My father and in-laws are informed about the baby and my mother is talking to my aunt. I'm wondering when I would feel alright below the waist and my mother out of her call informs me about the death of a lady out of high dosage of anesthesia. Some help that is!
In another 10 minutes the baby comes in, wrapped in white and all fuss over her, my son very excited at her sight. I'm still numb below the waist but after another hour the pain has set in and how! When my sister, brother-in-law and his father step in after a while, I can hardly suppress my moaning and ask some civil questions. Thankfully the nurse comes in after a while and gives me the painkiller and I look at her with reverence when she says there will be more of them for the night.
Anyways, just so that I can read it later sometime, I want to write an account of my time so far. So here it goes...
December 28, 2010
---------------------
What should've been a routine waiting day has suddenly turned the D-day. When I wake up from my regular rest at 12:30 p.m, I realize that the liquor(when I read this word the first time, I thought it was wrongly typed, but no!!) is leaking. I call up my doctor who says I should get admitted if it repeats.Nothing happens for a while so I go ahead with my lunch. But my mother is cautious and serves me a bit more saying I may not have the dinner at home. To confirm it, the liquor leaks again after the lunch. I'm all set to pack now but my mother is optimistic this time - she says let's wait once more. I say fine but call up my husband at office nevertheless to come home right away. By the time he reaches home half an hour later, my leakage has intensified, my mother is all set to go and I'm at boiling point. We rush with my son to the hospital with me getting labour pains too and definitely not in a good shape as far as liquor is concerned. I'm wheeled into my room as soon as I reach the hospital but much to our disappointment, it is not the room we had asked for and a much smaller one - the other one is still occupied as we are two days early. Anyway, that's hardly my concern at the moment - I don't know what to make of the leakage - is it normal or bad? I ask every nurse that enters the room but they just say it's fine, doctors will know more. Soon an in-house gynac comes and examines me. She calls up my doc right away and says I'm far from the normal delivery yet but the leakage is bad. I talk to her too - she says she's coming right away and it's going to be LSCS again - my second one. I'm only relieved but the OT is occupied even when my doc arrives half an hour later. She reprimands the nurses about not having checked the baby's pulse which worries me a bit too. They do it after a prolonged search during which time my already-high pressure must've gone up definitely. But I do faintly feel the movements inside which relieves me a bit.
It's status-quo as far as OT is concerned till 4:30 p.m and I'm worried that my doc may disappear from the scene. But finally around 5, I'm made to change into the hospital gown and enter the O.T. Anesthesia etc follow and I can almost see my lower tummy being cut and pulled apart like a plastic bag. Some more cutting and pulling and I'm feeling giddy and I tell the assembly of doctors and nurses so. They say it's fine and I continue staring at the overhead bright light which blurs occasionally. The spell is broken when I hear the baby cry as they remove it from my tummy. It's music to my ears and I can't take my eyes off the baby as they place it under the warmer. I can see the face but I can only figure out that it looks healthy so I ask what baby it is. My doc says it's a healthy girl and I'm pleasantly surprised as somehow everyone had made me believe that it was going to be another boy. I can hear the blood gushing with a 'whoosh' while my doc does the sewing. She leaves the room after a while for the nurse to give the final touches and as I move out of the room I see the poor baby still under the warmer wailing sweetly. I ask why it is not coming with me and they say they'll keep it there for a little more time. So I come out alone and as they wheel me up to my room, I meet my mother, husband and son waiting outside, my son looking anxious all over. I wink at him and he gives me a faint smile and we all enter our room.
The baby has not yet arrived even after an hour and my husband has bought the necessary things. My father and in-laws are informed about the baby and my mother is talking to my aunt. I'm wondering when I would feel alright below the waist and my mother out of her call informs me about the death of a lady out of high dosage of anesthesia. Some help that is!
In another 10 minutes the baby comes in, wrapped in white and all fuss over her, my son very excited at her sight. I'm still numb below the waist but after another hour the pain has set in and how! When my sister, brother-in-law and his father step in after a while, I can hardly suppress my moaning and ask some civil questions. Thankfully the nurse comes in after a while and gives me the painkiller and I look at her with reverence when she says there will be more of them for the night.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
