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The Story of My Breech Baby
My journey towards motherhood started the day I returned from Goa. I tried for months to get pregnant and then one fine day, I finally got the happy news that I was expecting. I checked two times that day. My head was spinning – I was worried and happy at the same. I knew then that it won’t be easy to raise a child but I was ready to do it.
My mother-in-law told me that I shouldn’t tell anyone about my pregnancy in the initial months, but I couldn’t resist myself and whenever someone asked me about it, I told them without hesitation. Honestly, I am not a person who likes keeping things from anyone. The best things that happen to you (and excite you) in life can also leave you all confused and you ask yourself whether or not you should share that happiness with others. But I was okay with sharing my news of pregnancy.
My life changed completely in one day; my comfort zone was gone and I realised that my career/professional life would have to take a back seat for a while. I started going for routine checkups. And everything was fine until 36th weeks into my pregnancy. During the 36th-week ultrasound scan, I came to know that my baby was in the breech position, and of course, that depressed me.
It wasn’t easy for me to come to terms with it. It was week 38, and my baby was still in the same, breech position. I tried everything to get my baby into a normal position but nothing worked. When I went to see my doctor during the 38th week, she informed me that I had no choice but to go for a C-section and so I did.
We reached the hospital at 8:30 am. I changed and signed a few forms. But I got nervous when I saw the surgeon and an anaesthetist. I was really scared and I don’t think I have ever been this scared (or nervous) in my life. I started chanting Jai Mata Di and a few minutes later, I heard my little baby cry and I started crying too. It was the best moment of my life, and the one I will never forget.
Even though it wasn’t the birth I originally wanted or had planned, I know it couldn’t have gone better.