It’s True that You Never Understand Life until It Grows Inside You

It's True that You Never Understand Life until It Grows Inside You

As a PCOD patient, I suffered weight gain, hirsutism, mood swings and the most heartbreaking miscarriage. Yes, I lost my first pregnancy due to PCOD and with that also lost my hope of becoming a mother. After some years of marriage when you dont become a mother, in-laws start taunting for no reason then I decided to do anything to lose weight and the journey of motherhood started from here only. I joined yoga and followed strict diets and with proper medication, I conceived but by the end of pregnancy, the doctor started saying that I was somthing abnormal and my tummy position was awkward, asked me whether I have fabrioid or not, then she said I have a tumor and I became very sad. I did exercises throughout the journey but it didn’t help me. I still remember when at 3 am my water broke at home and with that turmoil of blood came and I was screaming with pain. When we reached the hospital, they said I have a history of water leakage and they may took me for C-section but initially they tried for normal delivery and they gave me injection shots of pain. The pain was unverifiable so I had epidural but my LO heartbeats went low and ob gyno said my uterus can’t bear more pain, so they took me for operation and they gave me local anesthesia and i vomited in OT. When they started cutting the side I started feeling cut. I felt the pain of cutting, I tried shouting but couldn’t gain energy to shout out loud and started throwing my hands, then they gave me full anesthesia and I dont remember what happened after that. When I woke up, they were shifting me in ICU and I asked, “baby hogaya kya?”, they smiled and said “madam baby boy hua h”. I thanked my god but when I came into my room from the ICU, I got to know that he had abnormal head due to tremendous pressure, his head had swollen badly and he caught an infection from me. I was crying because my baby was in NICU and I was blaming myself for everything but slowly my baby and I recovered. My husband showed me his pics and was crying seeing my bundle of joy that came into his life from me. After 2 days they handed over my baby to me. When I saw my baby first time, he was soooo delicate and soft. I was so afraid of touching him. When I fed him for the first time and he touched me with his tiny tiny hands, I forgot all my pain. He is a very healthy child. I wish he gets all the happiness in life and thank god for making me his mother. ?????

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