Saturday, 15 December 2018

Labour story

I don’t understand the word ‘normal’ in labour. Giving birth itself is normal. No mother should be blamed for going through a c-section. In fact, extra respect for the mom’s who agree for a c-section for valid reasons. I would’ve been petrified to sign those papers. From my personal experience I think that the labour process depends 80% on the doctor one chooses. It’s also the most important decision. I had a pretty smooth pregnancy with very minimal sickness and swelling. The only issue I had was at 37+ weeks when I developed PUPPP/PEP rash on my stomach. I had to apply calamine lotion about 10 times a day to control the itching. Luckily I went into labour on the 3rd day of the rash.
A day before I completed 38 weeks, I was extremely (EXTREMELY)restless. I just wanted the baby out and nothing else. G and my mom had caught a viral infection and were running 102 plus temperature even after  doses of antibiotics. I also had slight temperature from that evening though not troublesome. All I was hoping for was to go into labour once the two of them get better. I  had back pain through the day but continued with the general stretches and climbed 400 stairs. At 3 in the morning on 12th August I felt like I was getting  cramps. Till 3:45 this went on with 5 minute intervals. I googled (pregnancy and googling go hand-in-hand) and also from what I had learnt from my antenatal classes, decided to time the cramps which were actual contractions. I downloaded an app that was meant for tracking contractions and started timing the pain. It was regular 30-40 secs pain every 3-5 mins. From when i started tracking, it kept sending me a msg that I need to get ready to leave home. So after thinking for too long I woke up G and my mom at 4:15. Both of them were tired beyond measure and my mum couldn’t stand for 5 straight minutes. We drank Tea with toast that I made πŸ’ƒ, re-checked if everything’s packed, I had a bath and we left to the hospital by 5.30. Through all this, I still had contractions every 4 mins for 30-40 secs. I thought I will deliver in a jiffy, but who was  I to decide when little D wanted to make an appearance!? Luckily the doctor was at the hospital when I went in and she was surprised I was there. I had called her the previous evening to ask what medicines to take for fever and here I was coming in for labour pains in less than 24 hours. When checked, I was just 1 cm dilated but was running a 102 fever. So the doctor decided to treat the fever first  and induce the labour next.
Now I was very particular about not getting induced and wanting  a natural labour but I didn’t tell that to my doctor. I didn’t think I’d go into labour that early and hadn’t discussed the birth plan with my doctor.  I’m sure a lot of docs today are very open provided the terms are discussed well in advance, not during  labour. I kept telling myself/praying/hoping that I need a natural delivery experience ( Induction should be done for valid medical reasons and not as a protocol for speeding up the delivery process. Having said that I don’t have anything against mums who have opted to get induced, I just didn’t want to. That’s it!)
My temperature went back to normal after the medicine and shot up in 3 hours. This went on for the whole day along with the 4 minutes contractions that were the same intensity from 3 am. At 11 that night when the doctor came by I was 5 cms dilated, I wasn’t very pleased because I was basically going through early labour for almost 20 hours πŸ™„. But then she said something that I’d never forget. I didn’t have to be induced πŸ’ƒ. My labour had progressed on its own with zero intervention and as per the doctor’s calculation, I was to deliver by 5 in the morning. Then the usual protocols happened and CTG was being recorded which started getting super annoying at one point with the amount of pressure it was putting on my abdomen. By 4.30 I felt the urge to push. Then everything happened in a jiffy. Duty doctor checking- 9 cms dilation- room getting prepped and the doc being called- asked to push- baby out and me doing unwanted prayers hoping for a girl. Then my baby peed like a parabola curve πŸ‘Ά!
Most women don’t have it easy and it’s always not as good as it sounds. But pregnancy and giving birth to your child is the most beautiful phase ever! I think moving around is very important in pregnancy if you have a no/low risk pregnancy. My antenatal classes was a real blessing. Also through my pregnancy my mum was with me keeping me well fed and happy. G was of great help when it came to satisfying my unhealthy food cravings. Staying hydrated helped reduce swelling overall. It’s very important to be well informed about the procedures during labour though one doesn’t have much of a say in front of the doctor. Episiotomies have become the protocol in most hospitals today though people like me shouldn’t have had it. D weighed just 2.7kgs with a super tiny head. Also, I didn’t have tears of joy or feel ecstatic like how people do in burth videos once they see their baby. I did take time to bond with my baby and I didn’t think about it at all. Now I melt into a puddle when he smiles at me. So don’t worry if your heart doesn’t burst with joy when you see the little squishy. It’s going to happen someday. What one really needs to be prepared for is Breastfeeding .No one warns us on breastfeeding because labour is being that exaggerated. I will share mine soon. End of it, Vaginal or caesarean, it’s all normal because you’ve done your best to keep that little heart safe throughout! That’s what matters.
My lovely doctor was Dr. Amutha Giridhar, GKNM Coimbatore
Antenatal classes was Vriksham by Anupama, Tirupur/Coimbatore. 

Wednesday, 31 October 2018

The fourth trimester!

After what seemed to be a breeze of a delivery of my baby BOY, I thought i had done it!! No more troubles, just cuddles and snuggles. The first night went by as I thought, insecure newborn, wants to be held, nurses often and sleepless. But what came after and still happening is something I never dreamt of. I was told about  the ‘Fourth Trimester’ in my antenatal class but it’s much beyond what I had imagined. The second night at the hospital, my mum and I were in for a treat. The wailing that started at 11 at night didn’t end till 7 in the morning. When I was not trying to nurse him (which was for almost 5 hours) my mum would try hard to pacify him. He would sleep the minute he started to nurse and so it happened that I sat for 5 hours trying to keep my newborn calm. His screams were anything but that of a newborn. What I wasn’t aware of was that newborn can cry through the day as well, not only nights🀯! Then the ‘not sufficient milk’ drama started and everyone else decided  that my day old so needed  top feed. I tried to put off formula as long as I could and tried a pacifier which he spat right out (too much swag for a one  day old).
A day went by with a lot of people wanting to know if he’s latching, nursing, sleeping, pooping( yellow or black!?) and peeing enough. Whatever my answer be, the only response they had was that it’ll be that way till 3 months (then why ask the question in the first place?) amidst all the chaos my son didn’t forget to cry like he was being tattooed forcefully. Then I heard that if he keeps crying like this, his navel will get swollen or worse, he may develop a hernia! They had me at that. The big blue tin was brought and my mum and I gave him formula the third  night( without the doctor’s consent). What came next proved that he wasn’t crying for hunger because he wailed through the night. We shushed, swayed, walked, galloped and nothing seemed to work. The next experiment was to check if he was gassy, infant antacid was given which seemed to quiet him a little coz he took a good 20 mins to lick the medicine around his mouth. But he started crying after πŸ‘». So not gassy, maybe colicky was the conclusion.
The fourth day, mum and I gave him his first bath at home and he absolutely enjoyed it. Then the miracle happened! My dear son slept for 4.5 hours straight without flinching an eyelid after his bath. I was thanking all the gods for thr first 2 hours and slept for the next two. In between all the chaos and calm, i started exclusively breastfeeding my tiny heart. It took a lot of time to convince my family that breastmilk works on demand and supply and that my son is getting enough. I knew he was getting enough because he had about 6 wet nappies in less than two hours when he was just 5 days old. Though he hasn’t been very troublesome after that day, he still doesn’t have much of a pattern at 2.5 months. My nights have gotten much easier but the days are still unpredictable with him sleeping well one day, wanting to be held all day the other and just not sleeping the other. Since the 3 month mark is supposed to clear the air for most babies, I am eagerly waiting to see if it makes a difference. Till then I will continue to bask in the innocence of my munchkin and enjoy my pregnancy hair. 

Friday, 29 June 2018

The Gender Drama


                                                       






From the time news of my pregnancy reached people's ears, the one thing I get asked without fail is if I want a boy or a girl. I'm sure it's a normal to ask because I've asked it a million times to mothers-to-be in the past. The ones that know me well didn't find the need to ask because they already knew that I want a girl. Infant I've always wanted to mother two girls, Always as in AL-WA-YS! I have absolutely nothing against raising boys, infact I have a favourite child in the whole wide world and adores me equally (I think πŸ’“), my nephew. Somewhere between marriage and pregnancy I warmed up to the idea of having a baby boy as the second childπŸ˜ƒ.

The desire to raise girl children may have risen with having a lot of girls in my family, maybe because of the best times I had studying in an all-girl's convent, the fun of dressing up & even because I want to Be for my child what my mom is to me! One more reason and I think the most important one for the want to have a girl child is that I've missed having my father around. I've missed speaking to my girlfriends on how amazing and annoying my father is when it comes to going out or managing finances and likewise. So visualising G do the things that I didn't get to do with my father has been a constant thing from day one. I'm not sure if G is going to be a cool dad or a strict father, but all I want is to enjoy the father-daughter bond. I maybe selfish like that but I don't mind it at all. 
I have a lot of relatives who constantly tell me the following:
'if u want a girl,  U'll definitely have a boy'😏
'you shouldn't have gender expectations'
'you will go into depression once the baby is born' and so much more.

What if I have a baby boy? Am I going to give up my baby for adoption? HELL NO! I want a girl, yes but that does not mean that giving birth to a baby boy will push me into depression. Why?? Firstly because I am not stupid and then because I've been bonding with this little heart for 8 months now and I am going to fall in love again the minute I set my eyes on him/her. I think being pregnant and getting to feel the teeny weeny inside move like a rockstar has gotten me dreaming a lot about the future. The 'us' time for the baby and me has always been about imagining daily routine after the baby, telling the baby that the entire family will be head over heels with her/him, dreaming about holidays together, reading books together and everything else & It's one of the best memories I will carry for the longest time. 

Be it a Girl or a Boy, this baby is going to turn my routine, time zone and pretty much everything upside down and I am going to give my everything and I can't be more excited!!πŸ’ƒπŸ’—

So for those of you worried about my mental health, take a chill pill. I will Love my baby boy as much as my baby girl.Till then, I will enjoy playing the guessing game and being pregnant.