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“A mother’s love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dates all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path.”
―Agatha Christie, The Last Séance
Motherhood is a wonderful experience, but sometimes, because of some complications, one needs to go through some initial ups and downs before actually getting to enjoy it. Here, I am sharing my post-delivery experience.
My twins were born prematurely at 33 weeks of pregnancy. Before I could cuddle them properly, they were shifted to Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU). Though it was heart-wrenching to see my tiny newborns entangled with tubes and wires of different medical equipment, I was amused to see those little beings who were my blood and flesh.
Maybe it was my motherly instinct that gave me strength, and I was assured that nothing would go wrong.
Since I had a normal delivery, I got discharged after 24 hours of stay in the hospital. I had never imagined, seen, or heard about any mother leaving the hospital without her baby after the delivery. (At least, no one in my knowledge had gone through this experience.)
It felt like I was leaving behind my heart and soul in the hospital.
After that, a new journey began. Since the babies were premature and had low birth weight, they neither had the strength to, nor did they know how to, suckle. They were being fed through tubes in their mouths. We were told to bring breast milk after every two hours. In the hospital, a lactation consultant guided me and helped me on how to express milk manually. At first, it made me feel as if I was a cow. Trust me, it was a very painful experience. Then, thanks to the invention of machines, a breast pump came to my rescue. It made the process less painful, and easy. After some initial hiccups, I became a pro in expressing breast milk.
Then, I used to express milk, and my husband delivered it every 2 hours. It became a ritual for the next couple of days. Thank God, the hospital was at 15 minutes of driving distance.
This continued for a couple of days, and gave me some time to recover from the delivery.
Then, the doctor advised me to visit the hospital for the next step, which was to give Kangaroo Mother Care (KMC) to my babies.
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