K’s birth story- Part 1(Our journey upto the D Day)

My pregnancy was a pretty smooth one. Except for the first trimester nausea, i sailed through the remaining months smoothly. There were few jolts here and there like sugar levels on higher side etc, but all was manageable.

Since the time i had imagined or wanted a baby, i could never bring myself to terms with a normal delivery. I came to know about epidural, and was a bit relieved that if we have to go the normal way, epidural would come to my rescue. However, deep inside i was still praying that a c- section happens, and i can be relieved of anything remotely related to labor pain. (That C-Sec comes with its own sets of problems was something totally unknown to me!).

My actual due date was around 6th of April, and i was planning to work till 15th March.  We went for a regular checkup on 14th March- with the Doppler scan to our gynae. She checked me physically also, and suggested that water levels are low. (its called amniotic fluid, in which the baby is actually swimming all the time when inside..:). My AFI index- (Amniotic Fluid Index) was on the lower side.

Doc suggested that i take complete rest and we will wait for another week. If the fluid levels do not increase, we will have to go for delivery. How, she did not specify, neither did i ask. Around my 7th month i had already communicated to her that i would want to go for a c-sec, and she had assured me that she will not let me suffer with any pain and would take care. Epidural was what she was referring to. Anyway, we came back home, and i started preparing myself mentally for the big day now!

I applied for one week leave that day and felt a bit weird. I had practically nothing to do. Mails coming on BB, but i was not expected to respond…this sudden change was a bit awkward. However, little did i know that this is just the beginning of the changes i would be up for in the coming days.

 My MIL came to stay with us the next day. She was the one who would be with me after the first few weeks of delivery. On 20th morning, we prepared ourselves for leaving for the hospital as per doc’s appointment.  The doc asked for an ultrasound which reflected that AFI index was further down. So here we were…:) I was to undergo a c-section in another couple of hours. We went back home to collect the kit for preserving cord blood and tissue and headed to the hospital. Calls were made to both side of family and best wishes came form all sides. We reached hospital and the formalities etc started, my doc was yet to arrive and a junior doc there asked me to jot down my details in various forms, when suddenly she calculated the age of the baby inside and said, “but as per this this is just your 32nd week”..!!! Ok, now that was a shocker..here i was sitting outside OT waiting for the child to come out, thinking that i am almost 37 and a half weeks, and suddenly i am pulled back into time with news that was definitely not good. For a moment i went numb!! Then the calculations were done again basis my last missed period, and she corrected herself…Thank God for that!

But the female had decided to screw my happiness for some more time. the anesthetist was called and she again started asking questions about my medical history etc; when i told her that i had a cyst on my spine which was discovered  2 years back and i have the MRI report. This was to give the anesthesia. So this was tricky….with any complication in the spinal cord, the anesthetist was not sure if a spinal anesthesia would work, and GA again is a tricky thing!! Added to this, just few days back i had read a story on the net, how a female had passed away during c sec because of over dose of GA given to her!!! So, this was getting a bit scary…..the optimist that i am, it took me very little time to imagine dying on the operation table and my baby being raised by either set of parents, as i had told husband at some point in time that if something happens to me during childbirth, the baby would be raised by preferably my parents- if not his,,:)….to which ofcourse he had not agreed…but little faith did i have in his abilities..:D

Anyway, it was decided that i would be given a GA and the doc the asked me to remove any rings etc i was wearing. I tried to remove the two rings i had on my fingers, when i discovered that i was all bloated due to weight gain and they would not come out. The staff asked a ward boy to get a cutter so that the rings could be cut and removed.

After waiting for like 15 minutes, two ward boys came, carrying a cutter on their shoulders, about 3 feet in length and not less that 15 kgs!!!! i almost fell off my chair laughing….:D…they had conveniently ignored what the cutter was needed for…and brought a cutter for some major cutting!!…I moved inside OT with both the rings on…:)

The operation started and i am told that K was out at exactly 3: 10 pm…:)

Thats when a new chapter started in our lives, the first few paras of which were too difficult for us to read through!!! K’s first 2-3 months and the much depressing breast feeding saga…

..to be continued!!

Baby K Updates- 2 and some more

First thing first- Baby K has been doing a lot since the past few days. She turned 3 months on 20th and is growing with every day. Best part is she recognizes me now..:) she knows that me as the lady who gives milk…:D She cycles with her legs all the time, smiles a lot at the calendar we have in the room and finds her hanging toys the most attractive objects on this earth.  Cries loudly when she needs to sleep, and i guess this is the only bad habit she has as of now…she needs a “godi” to sleep. Either me or mom have to rock her to sleep…which sometimes takes more that 2 hours..:( I have not been able to make her sleep on her own.

Also, this month end I plan to move back to Gurgaon. till now K has been sleeping with me on the bed. However, once back home i am considering of buying a crib. But not very sure if she will be able to adapt to a crib at 4 months of age. I got her a Fisher Price rocker few days back, but unfortunately she has not been enjoying it a lot. She does sits in it for some time- but generally not more than 30-40 minutes at a stretch….so i am not very confident of a crib as well. Any suggestions in this area are welcome.

This is the last month of my stay at mum dad’s place. I have been here since April, when K was not even 1 month old. After school, this is the longest i have stayed here, and needless to say it feels great.  The love and support you get from your parents cannot be matched. mum dad love K like anything, especially her naanu. He has always been fond of kids,  but with K its something special, the other day he said that if it was for the reason that K would be away from her mom; he would have kept her with him and raised her..:) I am wondering how he would cope up once we leave.

I plan to update this place more regularly now. I have enjoyed writing and blogging for quite sometime now. But since last year, this activity was kind of neglected. I badly want to resume it. There is a blog marathon going around. i do not plan to formally be a part of it, but yes, to bring back some discipline to writing i do intend to write everyday for the month of July. Lets see how far i can go….

the title and me!

Why this title??

Like any  most other girls, i am fond of clothes and shoes. But i have a particular liking towards skirts; in ALL colors and shapes..:) Though i do not claim to be owner of many of them; they still form a good percentage of my wardrobe. Be it the frilly flowing party wears, or the short ones with a lot of gather or the formal pencil skirts; i love them all!! I find skirts one of the most comfortable outfits we have. And the second women wear which i find very interesting is a dupatta. I have a very strong liking towards dupattas too, i love the way a beautiful well chosen dupatta can actually add a lot of weight to an otherwise plain jane salwar kameez. I have a good collection of dupattas and i am yet to find a teaming salwar kameez for them…i love the heavy embroidered phulkari dupattas, the Lucknow style chicken dupattas..even the Fab India cotton and silk ones (which i find overly priced though!!)….

And so the name of this blog….this would be the ME uncut; my thoughts uninhibited and my desires straight from the heart..:)

Life these days

On the up side, i am expecting a job offer this week, not sure how things would turn out, but as of now things look good. I have been looking for a chnage for past 2+ years now; very actively since past one year. If everything goes well; this would be a real good thing happening at the professional front after a real long time.

On the flip side, things are getting worse at the personal end. My dear sister, whoch is almost 27, changed job in Feb this year. She is a smart good looking female and was working in a BPO kind of set up till now. Everything was ok except for the job timings, and when it started taking a toll on her health, she decided to chnage and took up this less paying job, where she is expected to work as a BD executive. We all were happy for her, as she had finally found some direction in her career. However, happiness was quite shortlived as within 20 days of joining she declared (to me) that she is very fond of this guy at work, who is also from our community (but a lower caste) and blah blah. Blah Blah..because, i thought that this is just a passing thing and she is not serious about it. I would like to mention here, that personally i do not believe in caste and creed when it comes to marriage, but unfortunately my father does. He is someone from a very orthodox background when it comes to marriage of his daughters. In March, sister dear went home and declared to parents, that he is the guy she intends to marry!!

No amount of convincing would affect her decision, as i had  a primary concern that the decision had been taken within a month of meeting a guy in office and i am not very sure if the concepot of marriage is very clear in her mind. Father has the caste concern and knowing him and having multiple discusions with him i am convinced that it is not possible to buy him into this.  Sister stays with me, she is hell bent to marry this guy. Father, does not keep a good health, he has suffered depression in past, and is definitely not keeping well these days. Mum is the one who suffers because of all this as dad is very difficult to handle and would not act very mature when it comes to understanding that mum can have different views than his.

I love my dad, i know how much he loves the three of us, and the sacrifices he has made for us. (Would write a separate post on why i am specifying on this. I know all parents love their children and sacrifice for them). More than that mum has not had a vaery easy life. Now at 53, after having her elder daughter married off, when she was looking for a happier old age, sister has suddenly started this stirr in the family where all she is worried about is her well being. She hardly calls my parents these days, and behaves as if they are her biggest enemies, who do not want her to be happy.

I am all for love marriages; but shouldn’t one consider the well being of all stakeholders in such a major decision of life.  These days it is difficult to believe that this is the same sister, who was always so concerned about mum dad.

Overall, one thing i realize, the older you become, life seizes to be easy.