It wasn't the big deal that I thought it would be. I'm thinking that it was because of the copious amounts of drugs that I insisted be pumped into me via epi. Not only did it dull the pain, it dulled the whole experience too. That and the fact that after fully dilating like a champ in textbook time, I still had the baby via a C-Sect. Apparently I have a petite pelvis. You definitely couldn't tell that by looking at the size of my ass.
So I was wheeled to the operation theater after being prepped, embarassingly shaved (this is where the epi that dulled my senses came in handy) and rolled over a few times like a beached whale onto different beds (the epi semi paralyses you).
As I watched my tummy being sliced open through the reflection in the OT lights while trying to control the violent shivering (due to the epi and the chill of the OT), out popped a head of black hair. Then I felt a strong pressure akin to having your tooth pulled out (albeit on a much bigger scale) when Dr. P pulled the little sprog out of his warm coccoon.
After that I heard crying and I felt for the little sprog because DAMN it was cold in that OT and he was only wearing his birthday suit. But I didn't feel that overwhelming sense of love and joy that I hear people talking about (on the Home & Health Channel or Runway Moms). Next thing I know, I could faintly hear Mr Mine reciting the Azan over the little sprog's wailing and I was being sewn back up (still shivering to death) and wheeled to the recovery room.
.....(to be continued)
2 comments:
I simply love the way you write and express everything.Well Done Cousin!!!Continue writing coz no matter what its about,I'll continue reading
Your baby is beautiful. Came out looking so gorgeous.. not crushed and penyek like mine were.. because as huge as they were, they had to come out through the 'door' and not the 'window'. *wry laugh*
I have a big pelvis... as is apparent by Canada. (only you and I will know what that this means! LOL)
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