21st of March 2014 marks the birth of my
daughter. She was born at Sungai
Buloh Hospital
at around 6.30pm. My wife was in labour since the night before, at 3am. Last
year was the big moment when she found out she was pregnant. After having
herself tested with a pregnancy test and further confirming it at a clinic, she was already 10 weeks pregnant! So the pregnant months
were interesting. We went for check-ups, scanning, keeping track of the
baby’s progress and stuff like that. And when the time came, I am glad to say
I was there, in the labour room with her, holding her hand and gave her support.
It’s true what they say. Giving birth is extremely painful. I can tell by the
way my wife held my hand, squeezing it tightly on every push she made. Tears
were running out of her eyes. Her whole face became red due to the hard pushes
she made. Even her eyes seemed like they were bleeding. Her lips were dry and
pale. And just about the time she was about to give up out of pain and exhaustion,
me and the doctors told her to hold on and just keep pushing. She gave a few
more strong pushes and out came the baby’s head, then the shoulders. By then,
the doctors can already pull the baby out. One thing though, when the doctor
says for the first few times that they can already see the baby’s head, they’re
most likely lying. It seems that giving mental support is very important to
make sure the mother does not give up, they actually lie a few times. And also,
when the contraction is not wide enough, the doctor will cut the vagina to make
it wider. Just thinking of this makes me sweat in pain.
So the doctors pulled the baby out and put her on my wife’s
tummy. The doctor then clipped the
umbilical cord with a plastic clip and cut it off from the baby. I actually asked for permission to cut it myself, but they were too busy they didn't hear me. Too bad, I have always thought of cutting my own child's umbilical cord. As I laid my
eyes on my daughter for the first time, I was looking at a piece of heaven. She
was truly beautiful. But she wasn’t crying. I was actually worried about that. As the
doctor took her away, I was left wondering about it. Then the doctor pulled out
the umbilical cord along with the placenta. Such a weird looking thing. Much larger than I expected. It looked like an alien life-form, seriously. The doctor informed us that the baby was finally crying. Then it was time to
stitch up the cuts, so I was told to wait outside. As I was leaving the labour
room, tears automatically streamed down my face. It was weird. I was unsure whether I actually cried because I was terrified or happy. Perhaps both. But mostly terrified, I have to admit. It was a
scary moment. So that was it. Upon agreement by me and my wife, we named our
daughter Airis. Our three year old son, Rayyan gave her a warm welcome as well
when we reached home the next afternoon.
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