Jun 15 2007
Home with another bundle of joy
Yes, yet another successful acheivement in life! Delivered Dlittle 
I opted for a repeat C-Section, scheduled next week. Well.. baby decided to see the world before the scheduled date. Ended up going into labor, had contractions for almost 20 hours, before the doc accepted to do the surgery. I kept arguing with the doc that if this is a scheduled repeat-C, why do I have to go through pre-labor/active labor before the surgery. His argument is if baby is ready to come out, you would automatically go into active labor before the 39th week. If not, and we end up doing the surgey before that, baby might have respiratory problems. yeah right. Thats what I wanted to hear. Whatever!
I ended up going into active labor early morning, rushed to the hospital. Hats off to you ladies who have had a normal delivery, esp women who do it without epidural. Am I supposed to breathe through the contractions? every time H reminds me of that, I would stare at him ready to kill him if he uttered another word. He looks at me helpless and doing pretty much anything I want him to. I wish I could have asked him to get me a Ferrari… A little too late now.
Doc scheduled the surgery in an hour. Just then there was an emergency C that suddenly came up. Having gone through an emergency C myself with D, I did not utter a word and gave the doc a smile. A little later found out that this lady delivered a dead fetus and could not deliver the placenta. I had tears rolling and the contractions though awefully painful, did not bother me any more. Labor started progressing faster, doc ordered medication to stop the contractions. 5 hours later the moment I waited for nine long months arrived.
H is all dressed up, he was looking romantic in scrubs He had to wait outside while the docs were preparing me for the surgery. They gave me the spinal and there peaks my pessimism. I am a born pessimist working hard to get over it as dont want my kids to be one. Previous emergency C, D being born with an Apgar of ‘0′ breathed after 7 minutes, having read the hospital fine prints that there is a possibility they might cut the baby during the surgery, possibility of complications with repeat C as they do not know how the previous scars have healed.. List goes on and on.. All these flashed in a matter of 30 seconds. At one point, I pretty much lost it and screamed at the anesthesiologist and the OB/Gyn that I do not want this sugery, take me out of the room OR get H in. She kept convincing me its for my own good and to avoid infections they have him outside and will bring him in as soon as they are ready to perform the sugery.
In about 5 minutes, H is in. I am squeezing his hands tight and 5 minutes into the surgery getting another panic attack. Why is it taking them so long to take the baby out. No wonder I am not a physician I am telling myself something goes wrong this time, I dont want to be there to see it. I pretty much spoke my will loud. Thank gos the docs were caucasions and chinese and did not understand a word of hindi I spoke. I am telling H what he needs to do with D when I wont be there. Where D should live and what not. I can sense he wants to burst into laughter at the same time nervous about the baby. 10 minutes later, I hear the baby cry and the nurse says Apgar 9. What a relief to hear 9 after having heard 0 before
We are home enjoying Dlittle. D is having a blast with Dlittle, shows a lot of love and affection as long as I dont share her pink princess dress, comforter and bed with her little sis.
More on her reactions later, when my body co-operates with my brain…