So, you might have actually forgotten that such a blog exists, like I have. Well, to be honest, I did not even know I had written things, until I decided it is time for food blogging. And surprise (NOT!), I find another blog under my name, I did not even know I could write so well long back.
After this break, re-introducing myself as a mother to 10 month old lovely girl. The sole purpose of this post, is "HER".
I found out I had a tiny little person growing inside me towards the end of December 2013. I had a home test done, confirmed, went to a ob/gyn, confirmed, vitamins, calcium, iron, scans, blood tests....it was a total breeze.. Easy-peasy (NOT! Again)
I was lying, it definitely was not a breeze. I stumbled through morning sickness, every day, till the day i pushed her out of me. Food i loved to eat became my new hate foods. And the scans, were crazy scary, don't get me wrong, it was lovely looking at the heart beat and all, but when the technician used to drag the scan stick around, it definitely was scary.
Not to mention I went on with the full term. FORTY full weeks of pregnancy. TEN whole months. I walked, faster sometimes, to start with pain, or the water-breaking experience. Nopes!!! Just would not happen. I tried all grandma remedies, jeera in hot water, butter with salt in hot water, none of these helped.
Finally, one day after my due date (Sep11), I was taken to the hospital. The hospital stay was an amazing experience. I had a suite, that can be converted to a labor room, when the baby was due, and I was not required to move around for the labor. Just stay in my bed, push the baby out, rest back in the same bed. Sounds good, yeah?? The next best thing, I was served food at every two hour interval, something even my mom sometimes overlooked. Soups, coffee, tea, milk, lunch, dinner.. so much, that I received the soup when I was pushing the baby out inside the room. Sound great, yeah? It ends here.
I was induced with pain, at 11 pm on 11th of September. The doctor then said, it might not work on the first induction, you would be needing another one in some time. She comes back in a couple of hours, feels me up, and says the progression is good. Keep walking, you might not need another induction, and lets see by tomorrow. I start feeling the contractions then, gradually, very light, but noticeable.. Scary. Another two houts, and I could feel the contractions much better, byt not enought yet. From what I was told, it was 1% of the actual labor contractions. Scary enough again. And then my water was broken artificially. Swooooshhhh.... It was then that I could actually start feeling the contractions, severely, like someone had plunged a hand inside of me, and twising my uterus.
The contractions worsened over time, and by 10 am the following day, I was wailing my heart out for a C-section. I did not want the pain anymore. The doctors were stubborn on a normal delivery. The baby was high up in the womb, and was refusing to come out, Finally, at 12, the baby started responding, and moving towards the exit (or entrance??) My husband was allowed inside, to encourage me to push. One look at me, he was ashen faced, and numb, and hid behind my back, muttering in a stricken voice to push. It was like a show, with 3 ob/gyns, 1 paed, 4 nurses, not because the condition was critical, but because normal delivery was a rare scenario then.
12:15 pm, with one last push, the baby was out..."It is a lovely girl, and you were amazing" was all my ob/gyn told me. One more push, to chuck out the remnants of the sac... My tummy deflated, and I had her in my arms, my heart felt euphoric...
So, this post will cover up for my absence. Promises to be regular will always be there....
After this break, re-introducing myself as a mother to 10 month old lovely girl. The sole purpose of this post, is "HER".
I found out I had a tiny little person growing inside me towards the end of December 2013. I had a home test done, confirmed, went to a ob/gyn, confirmed, vitamins, calcium, iron, scans, blood tests....it was a total breeze.. Easy-peasy (NOT! Again)
I was lying, it definitely was not a breeze. I stumbled through morning sickness, every day, till the day i pushed her out of me. Food i loved to eat became my new hate foods. And the scans, were crazy scary, don't get me wrong, it was lovely looking at the heart beat and all, but when the technician used to drag the scan stick around, it definitely was scary.
Not to mention I went on with the full term. FORTY full weeks of pregnancy. TEN whole months. I walked, faster sometimes, to start with pain, or the water-breaking experience. Nopes!!! Just would not happen. I tried all grandma remedies, jeera in hot water, butter with salt in hot water, none of these helped.
Finally, one day after my due date (Sep11), I was taken to the hospital. The hospital stay was an amazing experience. I had a suite, that can be converted to a labor room, when the baby was due, and I was not required to move around for the labor. Just stay in my bed, push the baby out, rest back in the same bed. Sounds good, yeah?? The next best thing, I was served food at every two hour interval, something even my mom sometimes overlooked. Soups, coffee, tea, milk, lunch, dinner.. so much, that I received the soup when I was pushing the baby out inside the room. Sound great, yeah? It ends here.
I was induced with pain, at 11 pm on 11th of September. The doctor then said, it might not work on the first induction, you would be needing another one in some time. She comes back in a couple of hours, feels me up, and says the progression is good. Keep walking, you might not need another induction, and lets see by tomorrow. I start feeling the contractions then, gradually, very light, but noticeable.. Scary. Another two houts, and I could feel the contractions much better, byt not enought yet. From what I was told, it was 1% of the actual labor contractions. Scary enough again. And then my water was broken artificially. Swooooshhhh.... It was then that I could actually start feeling the contractions, severely, like someone had plunged a hand inside of me, and twising my uterus.
The contractions worsened over time, and by 10 am the following day, I was wailing my heart out for a C-section. I did not want the pain anymore. The doctors were stubborn on a normal delivery. The baby was high up in the womb, and was refusing to come out, Finally, at 12, the baby started responding, and moving towards the exit (or entrance??) My husband was allowed inside, to encourage me to push. One look at me, he was ashen faced, and numb, and hid behind my back, muttering in a stricken voice to push. It was like a show, with 3 ob/gyns, 1 paed, 4 nurses, not because the condition was critical, but because normal delivery was a rare scenario then.
12:15 pm, with one last push, the baby was out..."It is a lovely girl, and you were amazing" was all my ob/gyn told me. One more push, to chuck out the remnants of the sac... My tummy deflated, and I had her in my arms, my heart felt euphoric...
So, this post will cover up for my absence. Promises to be regular will always be there....
