I am a
chicken when it comes to something that can hurt the body, even a small prick. Even after becoming
a mother, I need someone by my side whenever I have to undergo a blood test. So
going through the labor was a mammoth task for me!
Thanks to the doctors today who allow husbands to be inside labor room, I was determined to try natural birth only because Piyush assured me he'll be by my side. We were going to the best motherhood hospital. To call it a hospital sounds strange as it was more like a boutique birthing center. For nine months I was certain that no matter what, my husband will be on my side. But do things always go as planned?
When they brought Pihu to me I remember they said "Congratulations for becoming a proud mother of a baby girl" and I rubbed my cheeks against her delicate ones. Life has been busy since that moment and I could not say 'thank you' to that doctor. His gesture might seems to be small to others, but for me it meant a lot. It led me to forget my fears and enjoy the most beautiful moment of my life - of becoming a mother. I never tried to know him as a person or his name as that would limit such gesture to a face or a name. His act gave me hope that compassion can be found anytime, anywhere and in anyone in this big world that appears to be cruel at times. It often fills me with amazement - Amazement for the beauty of human emotions so powerful that it made a stranger, a professional doctor to hold the hand of just another scared patient in just another operation. It strengthens my belief that God is not some external entity, but an internal force that resides in all of us, within us. Maybe one day when #together we decide to forsake our differences and join hands, we'll complete that entity. Hence, I worship that force within what appears to us as Nature, as time, as living beings, as Humans!
Thanks to the doctors today who allow husbands to be inside labor room, I was determined to try natural birth only because Piyush assured me he'll be by my side. We were going to the best motherhood hospital. To call it a hospital sounds strange as it was more like a boutique birthing center. For nine months I was certain that no matter what, my husband will be on my side. But do things always go as planned?
Especially in case of a Libran baby -
like Pihu. She does things as she pleases. If you tell her to do anything as
per your whims, she would simply ignore you. Period. So, even before getting
introduced to the outside world, she twisted the fate as such that my favorite,
regular doctor took leave around the due date. Further, the little one became
adamant not to come out naturally. Change of plans - new doctor - new
hospital. From a posh, luxurious maternity center to a big private but govt.
like hospital. When they made me ready for the operation, I had but one
request. Please let my husband in. They looked at me ridiculously
and gave a strict no stating hospital rules. Lying on the operation table,
panic struck me. I realized, Piyush and my family was not only not on my side
but on a different floor altogether. Only my spirit would reach them if
something unfortunate happened. I almost cried as I begged the doctor who was
about to give me anesthesia. "Doctor, please allow my husband. He will not
be scared, he has promised me". "No, not allowed", he said
sternly. How they can be so rude to me at this time, I thought. I
took a look around. All of them were professionals, and looked like robots.
Each one in charge of a specific task for just another operation. My hands were
stretched, I was pricked at places, and an oxygen mask settled on my mouth
while I was lost in fear of dying among strangers. I had nothing that could
settle that anxiety so I chanted for strength but that too failed. Unable to
grasp so many changes suddenly, I was already a chicken by that time. The
robots were doing their job on my cut-open body with a big light above that was
highlighting my internal biology. Shivering with fear, I opened one of my palms
imagining it to be held by divine. Then something happened. I felt a touch.
Someone had actually gripped my open palm. Distracted, I looked to see who it
was. And there stood the anaesthetist who had finished his job and
was now holding my hand. I closed the grip tightly, my fear was gone and I
became calm. For the next 15 minutes till the other doctors performed
their tasks, this gentleman stood by my side doing nothing but just holding my
hand.
When they brought Pihu to me I remember they said "Congratulations for becoming a proud mother of a baby girl" and I rubbed my cheeks against her delicate ones. Life has been busy since that moment and I could not say 'thank you' to that doctor. His gesture might seems to be small to others, but for me it meant a lot. It led me to forget my fears and enjoy the most beautiful moment of my life - of becoming a mother. I never tried to know him as a person or his name as that would limit such gesture to a face or a name. His act gave me hope that compassion can be found anytime, anywhere and in anyone in this big world that appears to be cruel at times. It often fills me with amazement - Amazement for the beauty of human emotions so powerful that it made a stranger, a professional doctor to hold the hand of just another scared patient in just another operation. It strengthens my belief that God is not some external entity, but an internal force that resides in all of us, within us. Maybe one day when #together we decide to forsake our differences and join hands, we'll complete that entity. Hence, I worship that force within what appears to us as Nature, as time, as living beings, as Humans!
A wonderful post that to me reflects the need for doctors to be more nurturing in their approach instead of being professional robots.Thank you Roohi for sharing!
ReplyDeleteTrue Rajeev. With humans swarming earth at present rate, the value for life is diminishing and so is the compassion and empathy.. Doctors are humans and tend to lose these essential values in present times..
DeleteThanks for sharing this. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteyeah it is not easy to tell personal tales on public platform, Mridula.. But with so much hatred around, voice of love needs to be speak up from all hook and corners...
DeleteSo well described, as if I was there.
ReplyDeleteGood one for the theme.
Thank you, Indrani :)
DeleteThanks Anu.. Love to see your comments.. It motivates me to write more and better.. :)
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