As a mother, there are so many moments in our journey that are filled with laughter, tears, and everything in between. But let's be real - nothing quite compares to the experience of giving birth.
I remember the day I gave birth to my baby girl like it was yesterday. It was a warm July day, but I was feeling anything but warm. In fact, I was freezing cold and in excruciating pain from the labor that had been going on for three whole days. I felt like I was on the brink of death, and the only thing keeping me going was the fact that my mother was by my side, holding my hand and reminding me that God was with us.
I was sweating and crying and begging for a C-section because I was so hungry and only dilated 3cm. But then, the moment finally came when I started crowning. And let me tell you, having a face presentation made it even more difficult to push that little nugget out!
As I lay there in agony, pushing with all my might to bring my baby girl into the world, my thoughts drifted to my husband. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he could experience the same intensity of pain that I was going through. I imagined him writhing in agony and begging for mercy, just as I was. But of course, I knew that wasn't possible - this was something that only women could go through.
But there she was - my beautiful baby girl. The pain melted away and all that mattered was that tiny little bundle in my arms, as soon as my baby girl was placed in my arms, all thoughts of pain and suffering faded away. All I wanted at that moment was to see my husband's reaction to our beautiful little bundle of joy. I couldn't wait to see the look of love and amazement on his face as he held her for the first time.
And let me tell you, he did not disappoint. As soon as he laid eyes on our baby girl, he was completely smitten. I could see the love and adoration in his eyes, and it made my heart swell with joy. Watching him hold her and marvel at her tiny fingers and toes, I knew that we were in this together - that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them as a team.
Of course, that feeling was short-lived when I realized that I had major tears down there and the placenta had broken inside me.
As I looked around the room at the doctors and nurses and my mother, I realized that it was my husband's reaction that I cared about the most. Because in that moment, it wasn't just about me and my pain - it was about the love that we shared, and the beautiful little life that we had brought into the world together.
Now, I'm not sure if any of you have experienced being stitched down there without anaesthesia, but let me tell you - it's not exactly a walk in the park. But even through the pain, I couldn't stop staring at my baby girl and feeling overwhelming love and gratitude.
Looking back, I can laugh at some of the ridiculousness of it all - the crying, the sweating, the numbness, and of course, the stitching. But at the end of the day, the experience of giving birth is something that will stay with me forever.
So to all the mothers out there - may we never forget the humor, sentimentality, and raw emotion of our motherhood journey, no matter how painful or exhausting it may be. And may we always cherish the beautiful little humans that make it all worth it.
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