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Day 3 - Rishikesh

The weather looked gloomy with an overcast sky as we woke up. We had breakfast at the hotel and decided to visit Rishikesh today. Again we headed back the way we came yesterday and after crossing Rajaji National Park the road divides and one goes towards to Dehradun and one to Rishikesh. The drive was pleasant, as we opted Laxman  Jhula as our destination google map smartly took us via highway bypassing the main city.But at the end the roads started to get narrower lucky for us we found a parking lot packed yet as we early risers ;)
The weather was little cold compared to the planes of Dehradun with lots of breeze coming from Ganga. We walked to Laxman Jhula to cross it. Oh boy! We have no idea what local authority allows two-wheelers, cycle to cross the hanging bridge which is meant for a pedestrian. And top of it you even have some cows standing in the middle.
I am sure the people coming all the from abroad to Rishikesh for peace, meditation and self-purity do get a complete shock wi…

Birth of a Mother-I

It was 11th Jan when I went to my gynecologist in emergency as couldn't feel the movements. After check-up she mentioned that if my baby didn't arrive anytime sooner than 15 she would have to perform an induction. She didn't wanted to take any risk at this stage because of cervical incompetence and heart problem. So at last, we opted for planned c-section on 17th Jan.

Night before took admission at MGM Belapur, Navi Mumbai. This time I knew few of the nurses and attendants quite well from my last stay at hospital (3 months before). Those who were in night duty came to me giving encouraging words for next day. Most of the night couldn't sleep because of anxiety. Being a first time mother, I was completely blurred on labor. On d-day very early morning I took a preoperative shower; getting ready for this big event. From morning onwards I was asked not to take water or food and was on IV till I was taken to O.T. It was Thursday, around 11 am my waterbag broke; I got scared & nervous at first thought to myself. Finally the time has arrived for my baby to be born. Immediately my ob-gynae. was informed and I was prepared to be taken to OT. Everyone was busy monitoring baby's movement and heartbeat every few minutes as I laid on the bed. They wheeled me immediately to OT. Junior doctors, my gynecologist, anaesthesiologist, cardiologist – physician and pediatrics were already there in the room. They were talking among themselves as well to me to keep my mind diverted.

They moved me from trolley-bed to Operation table which was really narrow . Ceiling suspension lights were turned on. On one side there was table with their instruments and items such as pickups, scissors, scalpel blades and needles etc. Phew.. seeing them my heartbeat raced, eyes rolled big. My gyne. was already ready in her surgical attire with gloves, caps, masks, suture sterile gown and protective eyewear. Soon my cardiologist along with anaesthesiologist went through the report and explained what he is going to do, what would happen and how I will feel. VOILA! He made me sit straight and his juniors started preparing my back skin with antiseptic agents and there after he administered 2 or 3 injections at spinal cord. This was local anesthesia (partly conscious) compared to what I experienced before during 6th month which was general one. While junior doctor helped me to lay on my back again. These injections almost paralyzed me from bottom. As shadow less mobile operation light was switched on I surrendered myself to my doctor while she comforted with nice pretty smile.

As I lie with my lower part paralyzed, hands strapped far apart. Once finished with the catheter, I requested them to blindfold me as could not take anymore of those sharp instruments coming that close to my body. It took hardly few minutes (10-12 min.- I suppose) for my gynae. to take out the baby from womb. What I understood is stitching is long procedure compared to that of delivery part. “It’s a male” she said barely discernible over the loud crying when someone spanked his bottom. After delivering the baby she left the room while cardio-physician and anesthetist remain to do rest of their job. Arrgh... God the whole process went well. Around 12.40 PM Aarush was showed to me...he was so tiny then weighing 3.5kg only. The doctors and the attending staff were the most loving people and I just felt very cared for and attended to.

Here he starts his arduous journey to outside world with elbows bent, hips and knees flexed, arms and legs held close to the front of body. His nails were sharp enough to hurt one, with fine soft hair present on face, shoulders, and back.

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sayyed said…
this is a very descriptive story

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