The Arrival of Lil Pie (Part II, Finale)

They made made change into the patient-qaftan-batwing-whatever-you call it dress (the one everyone has to wear if undergoing surgery). Then they asked me to lie on the bed as they wheeled the bed out to the operation theatre. I will be facing this battle alone. Mr Y won't be joining me in the room. He will be waiting outside, as instructed by the doctors. He kissed me and whispered that everything will be over soon, safely. Amin.

I could feel the tears stinging in my eyes. Seeing me in this condition, Dr.. errr I-cant-recall-her-name? whom was the pakar bius comforted me. She knew I was sad because I was expecting the normal delivery. She told me that c-sect was okay too, nothing wrong with that. She then asked me to sit on the bed and hugged a pillow as she was ready to give me the epidural shot. I heard from some people that it would be painful but Alhamdulillah I felt no pain. It felt like a bee sting, or maybe the red ant's. Slowly I started to feel numb, half-body. I was really nervous, wondering what they would do with me next. Then the surgery team started their work, I guess since I couldn't feel anything but I could feel my body moving to the left and right (a bit). I bet they were cutting me up at that time, adoiii. There were 2 nurses, Dr Ummul, Dr Rafi (her hubby), and also the Dr I-cant recall-her-name.

I was conscious throughout the whole surgery but it felt unreal at times. Maybe, the epidural effect. Most of the time, I was just staring at the lights above my head. They were really bright, and scary. The smell of the room, the lighting, the ambient, everything was just nerve-wrecking. If I'm not mistaken, it took them less than half an hour when I finally heard the cry that I'd been wanting to hear for so long (besides the doctors' conversation all the way). The cry was so loud but it sounded so beautiful in my ears as if it was the proof of his existence in this world. I couldn't believe it when they told me that my son had arrived at 1218 pm, 5th Jan 2009, Mon! Syukur Alhamdulillah. My first question was...

"Is he ok Doctor?"
I was a bit panic because when they pulled him out, all the doctors were gasping. My heart was racing so fast.
Then they told me "He is fine, awak dengar tak tu dia menangis mcm nak marah orang? Loud cry indicates that his lungs are healthy." Well true, maybe he was mad, because he was taken out before he was ready I guess. "Tapi tadi his umbilical cord dah lilit leher dia twice. Lucky we took him out early. Dia ok tu, jgn risau".

Mummy is so happy sayang, you have arrived, safely. I wish I could hold you right now, and kiss you, and hug you, and kiss you again and again and again. I wish I could explain further the love I felt for my son at that moment. True like most mothers say, the feeling was just indescribable.

When they've finally clean him, they brought him next to me as I was unable to move. Perhaps they were sewing my tummy back at that time. They told me to kiss him and I did. I couldn't help crying when I kiss him for the first time. I could feel the bond, and I could feel that he was searching for me in this strange world that he had arrived into minutes ago.

We had the time together, where the rest of the world did not matter, just the 2 of us when the doctor finally broke the blissful silence, "OK saya nak bawak dia jumpe daddy dia, nak azankan skrg, boleh tak?"
I nodded and they took him away from me.
It wasn't long until the surgery was a wrap. They took me out of the room and wheeled me to the ward, room 206. I saw my parents and my family and Mr Y there, all waiting for me. Mr Y kissed me again on my forehead and said, "comel nye anak kite, thank you sayang". (Well anak mana yg tak comel kan kat mata parents diorg kan?)

I couldn't believe it. So it was finally over. Starting with the nausea, morning sickness, backache, gastricity, swollen face, legs and fingers, and also... passing gas unconditionally, hehehe. For 10 months Mummy faced all that but it was all worth it in the end. Eventhough at first I felt like it was false labour, but I am thankful to Allah. In a way, I know that He had granted my prayers. I asked for an easy and smooth labour. Indeed I got it.My labour wasn't hard and and it was quick, plus importantly both of us were safe and fine.

So yes, it took me 3 entries to finish telling my experience (ni pon dah pendekkan dah ni) hehe. Now that it's over, I have nothing else to say. I am just thankful and grateful to Allah for creating the most wonderful thing,creature,person (sugarpie that is) in Mr Y's and my life. Subhaanallah, syukur Alhamdulillah. Thank you Allah.