Previously: Chapter 3 – Those 9 Months
The last visit to the Gynecologist turned out to be very disappointing for me. How can the date of my baby’s arrival be so professionally fixed? How come I will not have the fantasized Bollywood style delivery when I will wriggle in pain and my husband will rush me to hospital 😉
Add to all this the realization that my chances of having a normal delivery are almost zero. I took getting admitted to hospital, on a specified date, as a sure shot indicator that I will have a C-section.
The same doctor I had liked so much when she allowed me to travel in early days of my pregnancy and then again in my second trimester seemed to be a hardened professional -who was not willing to give me a chance to have a normal delivery, who had robbed me of my share of surprise.
We had lengthy discussions at home -how these days’ doctors do not want to spend time on normal delivery and push patients into C-section to earn extra bucks and save time.
There is so much clout around normal delivery being less painful and beneficial in long run that I was almost desperate to have a normal delivery. I started revisiting my journey to understand what wrong I did that I am not entitled to have a normal delivery. I searched through scores of blogs to understand what could have led to my being in such a situation. Was it my long sitting hour’s job? Was it my baby’s weight? Was it my lack of exercise? I read that mopping a floor or sitting on an Indian style toilet in the last few weeks helps in having a normal delivery. But my desperation never went beyond the reasoning and I never tried all those things.
I ate the best of food, even did pregnancy yoga to set the baby’ position, but after the doctors’ declaration to simply get admitted on a specified date, it seemed that all went in vain.
My hubby tried to cheer me up by announcing that since now we know when to go to hospital, let’s make the coming weekend lot of fun by watching the latest Bollywood flick and dining out at some nice restaurant of my choice.
All his attempts to chin me up did not much help. I kept feeling devastated.
With a heavy heart I went to bed that day. It seemed that my graduation result is out and I have failed miserably.
To be continued with next chapter – SOS – Baby is here…
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