The day my son was born and the days that followed
Eleven years ago today, I was already in the hospital being operated on for my first caesarean section. My doctor and I planned a normal labor but the baby was already post-dated and was still in transverse lie prompting us to decide for an operation.
Six hours after the operation, while in the recovery room, I opened my eyes and saw my hubby on my bedside staring down at me. I immediately move wanting to stand or just sit down but I couldn’t. My legs are still paralyzed, the effect of the anesthesia has not waned down. My hubby cautioned me to keep still and not to talk, he said the baby was okay.
Three hours later I was brought to my private room. It was there where I first set my eyes on the cutest baby in the world, my bundle of joy. I felt so complete. After the long hours of staying in bed just so I will not loss my baby, staying within the four corners of my room day in and day out, taking my bath with the help of my hubby. Finally, everything is over and I can freely move.
Twenty-four hours after my operation, I can walk in the hospital corridor with my baby in my arms, staring at him in most times in between breastfeeding sessions. Two days later I was out of the hospital.
I had the most difficult time when I arrived home. My mom and my hubby need to go home to the province for very important reasons. I was left with my sister and not one of us had an experience taking care of a baby.
The baby cried and cried and we either rock him or offer him milk but nothing seemed to pacify him until both of us were drained of our energy. It was four in the morning when my baby finally slept. But three hours later, he awaken us again with his crying. It went on like this for another day. And for the rest of the following days, I was on my own. My sister needed to go to work. I was left to learn and to enjoy the difficult process of parenting. Two weeks after, my hubby fetched me and brought me to our own home in the province.
That baby is eleven years old now. He grew up to be a well-mannered and intelligent boy. My hubby and I are proud to be able to raise him well. Happy Birthday, Raymund!
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