11 Weeks

Well...my Lorelai is eleven weeks old this Friday. Time flies. Really! It was today at this time (11.30pm) that we decided to go ahead going to the hospital. But sadly we were asked to leave that early morning hours (3.45am) while my wife had to bear the pain throughout that morning until that afternoon around 12.15. We called the hospital and they let us make another visit. Well...she was admitted around 1.30pm and there we were waiting all day in a rather big room fill with hospital gadgets.

I sat by the bedside giving my full support (yeah right!) but yet not knowing what to do...totally helpless. It's not like carrying things or cleaning stuff. Nurses or midwife came in and out monitoring her and yet there was no sign of a full dilation. They need what...10 full centimeter. I don't know and it didn;t matter to me as I was so...arghhhhhh...lost for words. I have no idea how painful it was but i could see the pain in my wife's eyes while keeping herself calm breathing in and out in and out... It made my wanting to do the same thing too as if that it helped.

Still...I was there. Not words from her and not a word from me. What do you expect me to say you know. Tell a story while she was struggling with the pain? I guess the best way was to shut my mouth and not saying a thing. Tough as to not saying anything at all for hours while sitting just an inch from someone you know well is devastating. Totally excruciating. My mouth was getting dry and I had to consume more h2o all the time. And not to forget going to the loo too.

It was late in the afternoon and I felt no hunger or sense of tiredness but I knew I was torn into pieces. All I had was two slices of bread that morning and a cup of coffee. Yeah I had another coffee down at the hospital cafe and that was it. It's even worst for my wife as I did not see her consuming anything at all. Maybe some water. That's it. Poor thing. Why do we have to go through all those pains? I guess it must be a million times worth it. Hey! This is a planned pregnancy so I guess we have to expect what is coming...especially the labor part. There no turning back here my friend.

Hours after hours we waited. It was 7pm. Then 9pm then nurse came in and did what they have to do. I was just watching like a stupid man sitting there but yet doing nothing. What a dumb ass. How I wish I was a doctor at that moment. Or a nurse... And still it was not the time yet. Still few centimeters. The 10pm... and yet nothing happened. But more and more people with uniforms came in. As there was no introduction I have no clue who were the doctors or the midwives or the nurses. I don't care as I trust all of them. They were nice though. Speak nicely and giving all of their caring attitude towards us. And to make matter worst...pregnant women were came in passing through our delivery theater and moments later I heard screams and follow by baby cries. Out they go! But we were still there. Until later in the hour they do something that was so unbelievable... Six or seven of them all over the places doing their jobs and there I was sitting there clueless not doing anything at all...what a dork! It was like in the movie. I swear. Beeps were coming faster and faster as I saw the numbers on the computer screen higher and higher which read 167/178 something like that. That got to be high as the were really like struggling to get it done... And then the doctor said that if they cannot get her out in half an hour time...they have to do the c-section. That was scary! I was scared and freaking out after that. But I managed to keep myself calm. Inside me I said something which could be prayers I guess. Yeah...I did pray. Seriously I did.

Minutes after the 2300 hour they said she was coming. And soon after I saw this black thing coming out. Her head! Man! I'm telling you. I am witnessing a birth of my child. She was out up to the shoulder while my wife took a momentary rest. The it was the final push. And there we saw the most lovely thing...our little baby greeted us with a decent cry. Not that loud. Cry and pause! Cry and pause! Everybody laughed. And there was the hair. Wow she has lots of hair. That was the very first thing we said about our baby. She has a lot of hair. And there was congratulations conveyed to us. Her mother smiled. So did I. The placed her inside her mother's care while the they finished the job taking care of her mother. Bad news though...they have to bring her to the surgery room to further cleaning what was left inside. Our child was born at 2306 hour (although the picture was taken 2207 hour) on the 17th of July 2009 weight 3.46 kg.  Thank God for making all these happened.