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My C-Section Experience: The Story of the Arrival of My Little Bun
The thought of sharing this experience gives me goosebumps, and a chance to relive my moments again.
It was on 27th October, at 3:30 in the afternoon, when I was admitted to a maternity clinic. I am kind of a trypanophobic, and to tell you the truth, I even asked my gynaecologist to give me syrups instead of tablets and capsules. She was really polite, and said, if you don’t want to swallow tablets, that’s okay. I will prescribe syrups.
It was evening time when the IV drip was inserted by the most proficient staff. I could dream of all the Gods when I closed my eyes, and I could feel the supernatural power, because I didn’t even realise it when the IV drip was inserted.
The next morning, on 28th October at around 7:20 a.m., I went inside the O.T. and waved “bye” to my husband with a smile.
I observed the O.T. with chills down my spine: bright lights, an operating table, big trays with scissors, a knife, other surgical equipment whose names I don’t even know, along with the ward boy, nurses, and anaesthetist.
My blood pressure was, thus, on the higher side as I lay down and was blindfolded. The anaesthetist told about the spinal injection, and said, if it is not administered in one go, there will be a problem, so loosen and bend your body as much as you can.
I was left with no option but to surrender completely. He injected it at one shot, and it was done. My gynaecologist was then called to operate.
At 7:37 a.m., one of the nurses said, it’s a girl. I cried tremendously, and so did my little one.
My C-section experience was horrifying in my thoughts, but in reality, it was a memorable and painless journey of a lifetime. I thank Almighty for it.
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