So E arrived in a sunny summer afternoon. We were elated.
But the elation was short-lived. Shortly after birth, E was given to me for a little cuddle and had her first taste of milk. She was then taken to the baby-warmer to be cleaned and weighed, I suddenly felt a pang of chill. That was when Dr. P told me that I was still bleeding and they are trying to stop the bleeding. She also raised the possibility of going to theatre if bleeding did not stop soon. The uterine massages were painful to be honest, but they had to do what they needed to do.
Then more and more people came into the labour room, and I was feeling colder and colder, shivering all over. Lines were inserted (with some difficulties as I was quite shut-down), fluids were squeezed into me. Hubby was with E and when he came back to see me again (that was only matter of minutes), he was shocked - I was white as sheet, shivering and drifting in and out of consciousness.
Soon, I was wheeled to operating theatre. Before going to theatre, hubby came to say goodbye. I felt very sad, but was too cold and sleepy to say anything. I was not scared, but just very upset. I did not want to die, we just had our little bundle of joy, I hadn't even seen enough of her!
Anyway, once I was in theatre, the gasman put me to sleep...
Few hours later I woke up in another room, aching all over my body. Saw a few midwives around me, hubby came and told me E had been good, and sleeping. Dr. P then told me in details of what had happened. It was their quick thinking and management that I'm still typing away here today. For that, I'm forever grateful. The wonders of modern medicine hey!
Then I asked for E. Hubby brought her to me.
Such beautiful little angel sleeping peacefully, occasionally making little grunts and movements that made her look even more adorable.
And there I was, exhausted, but had fallen in love all over again with my precious little E.
