While I was pregnant everybody was always saying "kaya mo yan", "push hard ha?", "wag mag-iyak, para may lakas ka mag-push." and so on and so forth. Made me wonder just how hard is it delivering a child. Guess I would find out soon enought I thought.
As I hit the month of June, I was both excited and anticipating to deliver my baby. I prayed it won't be too hard. And I would have the strenght to push her out. I exercised as much as I could - hubby and I would walk Miggy around the subdivision for an hour every night, then I would go up and down the stairs during the day. And do some more squating exercise before going to bed.
And June 5 arrived, I didn't feel any pain during the contraction, it just felt like a muscle pain at the lower back, but when I hit 9cm that's the time it got a little painful, and I asked for a painless, at first they were discouraging me, since I was still smiling at that point. I was glad that I did all those exercises when I hit 8 months it really helps to lessen the pain of contraction.
The hardest part about being in the DR is that there's no one to talk to, or to hold your hand as you go thru the ordeal. Sometimes I would be left alone on the table as they were busy attending to other mothers who were already pushing their baby out. There was nothing to do but wait, sleep and prayed.
I delivered at 4:50pm the following day, if there was no problem I could have delivered on the same day I arrived.
When they let me see my baby, it didn't sink in that she is my baby. It felt like nothing was real.
When I was wheeled in my room, hubby fuss over me, I wanted so much to hug him for comfort, but I was glad that he held my hand as I dozed back to sleep.
When I woke up, my parents arrived, my Pa has that concern look in his face, and I smiled at him to show him that I was ok. That's what surprises me between my Pa and me, how a look and a little gesture can mean so much to both of us. Or that we can convey about how we feel by just giving a look, and no words need not be uttered. But I am happy that I can communicate with my Pa that way.
As I saw my baby the following day, it still didn't sink in that she is mine. I don't know how I feel about her. I was scared if I am really capable of taking care of her and amazed how this little child fit in my womb. It wasn't till a month later did it sink in that she is my baby, as I was rocking her to sleep and she flashed me her cute smile then did I realize she is my child.
Originally posted in Multiply on July 27, 2008
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