I hopped on the examination table as she asked and it began. Her face tensed. 'keep Calm Ruth' she said.
'So, she's in breech. Your body is ready and has been for a while but your princess is in breech. We need to operate immediately '
'Oh, Ok'
'Ruth, did you hear what I said?'
'Uhm, Yeah we need to operate. Caesarean right? How soon?'
'ASAP I want you to meet me in the theater in 2-3 hrs Max'
'Ok. Can I rush home and pick my hospitals bags?'
'That's fine. Oh and don't eat anything.'
NOOOOOOO how can she just tell me not to eat? I live to eat not the other way round as should be. Man! But God is faithful.
Sawa tu. Issokei, i mean, Issorait.
She tries to explain again why I need to have an emergency Caeserian Section. My calmness is unnerving to her. She later told me she greatly admires my cool in terrible situations. Lord knows there have been enough.
I assure her that I understand and I'm OK, ill be seeing her in a few. Before I leave, she has me do a final scan to show just how heavy the breech is- 'Doc, seriously lol I get it. I'm just not the type that panics over stuff beyond their control. Plus, we have been praying. It is well'
Tonight, I'm meeting my Daughter. Finally the conversations will be face to face. I can't wait!
I call my Mom:
'Mom I'm going into theatre'
'When? Why? Is the baby Ok? Are you Ok?'
'I'm rushing home to pick my bags then straight into the OR (Operating Room)
Silence.
She panics, gets manic and starts crying, silently praying.
'No No No it's OK Mom. Please don't do that.'
'Who's with you?'
'I'm by myself.'
Further silence
'Ok I'm coming right now. I'll be there by the time they're wheeling you in. God is in control.'
'Duh, of course he is.'
I let my Dad know as well.
I get home and Dora-my lawyer neighbor is waiting for me. Lol I think she thinks like I should be screaming and writhing in pain or whatever. Too many movies i presume. She doesn't let me carry a thing. I swear she nearly carries me into the car. It's hilarious.We drive to hospital. We discuss Clean Bandit and Zara Larson.
We get to hospital and I start filling the forms. They bring me a wheelchair.
'Nope! Nyet! Nada! Apana! Asha! I can walk. I'm fine. I don't need the attention'
i fear attention despite me attracting it normally.
Knowing better than to argue with a pregnant woman, the male nurse obliges and leaves me alone. For now.
Mom is almost here. So is Christabel.
I'm done with the forms and it's changing time. Plus they need to get my IV in. This time they fight me to a wheelchair. Ugh! Outside the OR I find my Mom and Christabel. Mom is heavily distressed...while I'm here grinning like an idiot. Mom seems to understand the gravity of the situation and clearly thinks I'm medicated since I haven't a worry in the world. She hugs me, tears down her face. I ask Christabel to assure her over and over that it is well and I'll be out in record time. It's 9:15. The doctors are waiting. Yes, it was a team of around 6.
We say a quick prayer.
I'm wheeled in. I regret not eating earlier in the day. I'm effing hungry 😭 I'm more worried of dying from starvation and not the procedure. Bad joke but the truth.
'Where's Mom? I wanted to talk to her before starting but I couldn't find her and this can't wait anymore' , my Doctor asks.
'She's outside balling her eyes out from worry though I tried to assure her everything is ok'
'It's OK ill talk to her later'
Let's begin!
*orchestra sounds*
I kid.
A male nurse takes off my gown revealing my nude. *picture how the matador flips the red cloth in front of the bull then magnificently places his one foot at a precise angle behind the other*
'Damn! Buy me dinner first at least ' I say.
They burst out laughing.
The Epidural is done first.
It begins.
I can see everything BTW from a reflection. I ask them to let me observe. The Anesthesiologist keeps talking to me, asking questions I have to reply I guess to keep me from drifting. I swear throughout the procedure she administered like 30 drugs. It's not even normal.
15-20 minutes in, they pull her out. Her eyes are wide open and they're LARGE like mine
*grins like an idiot*
She's silently looking at them. They tap her butt and she continues to stare-So My Daughter! They tap again and she makes a small short cry then goes back to staring. The doctors laugh.
'Your daughter was seated.'
I didn't know the gravity of this until later.
They bring her to me...I'm tearing up. I kiss her forehead and snuggle my face on hers. I can't hold her so the Pediatrician holds her against mine.
I love her.
She loves me.
The Anesthesiologist rolls her eyes 'Aki don't be one of those' as she wipes a tear off the corner of my eye. hehehe she expected me to start wailing in joy. They take her and clean her and leave her for a minute to play around. Then a nurse takes her to the nursery.
2.9kg.
She's small but she's healthy. She's OK-that's what matters.
God is Good.
They stitch my uterus then the skin. Yes I'm still watching and had to be graphic to make you understand.They Clean me up and we are done. I'm taken to recovery and pumped full of painkillers. I ask if they can bring her to me. They say I'll find her in my suite.
See what I did there? #HumbleBrag
But yes, Suite.
An hour later they wheel me in.
My Baby, My Zahara Faith is in Pink-Her Dad's favorite color LMAO
Stop Nyandia! Compose yourself.
I have guests already...I feel the love. Even in my physically numb state 😁
I'm such an idiot. Lmao She's in for a ride.
We pray, we cry, we love on her.
Wait, what about me? I cease to exist. My Zahara is THE MAIN now.
It's OK.
I'm still super mom.
Love,
Nyandia aka Ma' Zahara
