This is for all of you. A peek into the little one’s journey and into my heart.
Full Name: S. Mina Hekmi
Weight: 8 lbs. 3 oz.
Length: 20 in.
Birth Date: Aug. 15, 3:53 AM
Looking back on the whole experience, the hard parts are one hazy memory, while the good parts are just so good it makes me smile and cry with emotion at the same time.
The hard part: 20 hours of labor. My desire for a natural childbirth became a non-option when 11 hours into the experience, I was only 6 cm dilated and contractions were still coming hard and fast. So I got the epidural and wondered why I didn’t ask for it sooner.
Then 8 long hours later, I was finally ready. I pushed for about 2 hours with a calm and determination. But Mina seemed even more determined to stay inside me. She hadn’t moved after two hours of pushing. I couldn’t feel it of course but they were concerned because they had manually stretched my perineum by a lot and I was looking very bad “down there”. I was also developing a slight fever. When my doctor suggested a CS, oo na ako ng oo.
As soon as we heard her cry Woody and I burst into tears. She was angry at being taken out of her comfort zone!
The sweetest parts:
My husband lovingly tending to the rashes I had developed (PUPP) as a result of pregnancy, running here and there to get meds, a cup of water, a pillow. Making me feel still beautiful despite the distended belly, the catheter attached to me. When you go through a vaginal birth, you have to clean your “down there” area with a peri bottle, and he would readily do this since I wasn’t (still not) completely mobile. Before pregnancy I often wondered whether my love for my future child would overcome my love for my husband. I fell in love with Woody all over again. What a lucky wife I am!
What a lucky daughter too. My mom has been a constant source of wisdom, support, strength, expertise (having been a medical/surgical nurse). This woman I used to fight with and just think of as an alien when I was younger, I love more than ever as well.
I feel a kinship to all mothers now. I understand what strength it takes to bring forth a child, once and then again to continue this cycle of life. I salute mothers and feel a sort of pity for men because they’ll never know the sweetness of carrying a child and then of the journey afterwards that even after all these eons of time, still carry with it the unknown, and danger, and triumph as well.
How sweet the birth of a child is. You forget. You really do. All I remember is the sweetness.