Thursday, July 10, 2008
I've always been part of the background, when I do my job. Putting drips in, sticking epiduralss, sticking spinals , helping to deliver a new life into the world. In a mad rush, with the pandemonium of people pickled with adrenaline, you try your best to be quick, efficient slick and safe.
The baby then arrives and the paediatricians are happy with the Apgar, then you feel like you deserve a pat in the back. You look on to the couple probably terrified to death, now beaming with newfound smiles, crying and laughing at the same time. You feel happy to be part of an auspicious event.
But that is me as part of the background. On 4th of June 2008, I was on the receiving end. No more background, I was the 'picture'. Noah Luqman arrived after a 17 hr battle, via C-section.
Certainly the scariest moment in my life. Certainly didn't care much about what the anaesthetist, the paediatricians, the surgeons were saying to me. I felt like I was in a different world. World of pain. Excruciating pain. That is an underestimation still.
Well, he's perfect, 10 little fingers, 10 little toes..( I wouldn't go as far as saying he was cute at that point..yes you heard Mummy right Noah, you looked more like Elmo..hihihihih)