My childbirth story:

As I sit here and wait for her to come from the school gate, I remember my child birth story and how did I say “No-epidural”. I can’t believe this school going girl now was once a tiny  2.9 kg beautiful looking new born.I had terrible morning sickness all through my first trimester. I got my appointments with #Seethapathy Clinic ,Chennai and my Obstetrician was none other than Mrs Uma Ram. I went through all the check ups and everything was just fine.Thanks God!

Ante-Natal classes and my health regime:

Well, I took the 3 ante-natal classes which were conducted by #Rekha Sudarsan. Little Anusuya inside had taken classes more seriously than me. I have always been working out,from my twenties. And when I was pregnant, I was even more cautious. I ate what I craved for but of course in moderation. And I was determined to deliver a baby normally.Every mother wants a normal birth,right? Long walks, Long dog walks(with extreme pulls by my dog(pup then) formed a norm. Climbing stairs to home was a routine as we don’t have a lift/elevator to it.

I joined ante- natal classes and I was taught exercises which I incorporated as  my routine. Kegels,lunges,squats,yoga(prenatal )and many more. I thought the moment I sit comfortably I wouldn’t be able to hit the goal .To my surprise not many encouraged me. Some people also told me that odds for normal delivery are more as I am a short person. But I didn’t give up. It was final trimester and I was already nesting it up.

The Alarms,Contractions and the fight with Epidural:

Series of false alarms followed a week before my due date. I got admitted to hospital one or two times eagerly waiting for some good news only to return without the baby to my dismay. Every time amma would give me ample vibhuti/sacred ashes to be applied on forehead before going to the hospital.

God couldn’t be present everywhere and so they sent mothers and mothers-in-law.

On one such Friday evening I got hell of contractions. I downloaded an app to quantify the same. Numerous trips to bathroom. A sudden irritability. Vomits and more.  I thought this is also a false alarm. Without panicking my husband drove me to hospital along with my sister. Doctor checked and confirmed that I was in the process of delivering a baby. But they said the contractions were mild and they would expedite the process when I get strong contractions. I felt like hitting the face of the doctor who came to check me every single hour.Well, I was dying of pain. Of huge inexplicable pain. I resorted to all the tips shared by Rekha Sudarsan at her prenatal classes. Every time a contraction came I would breathe in and breathe out, diligently.

Visitors came and couldn’t help me but just empathize with my pain. My sister was with me all through. She held my hands and told me to breathe in,in case I forgot to succumbing to pain. It was 11.30 pm that night. We lay down with lights off and hands held together. Me and my sister. As the night set its mood, baby tricked me more. Suddenly my water broke the moment we slipped in some silence and were passing each contraction.

Lady doctor came in for examination. ‘She is dilated….but a long way to go!’ she exclaimed.
What!? I am dying here, don’t you have heart? Do something. Move things fast I told.

And thereon every contraction was a humongous mountain to pass. Amidst everything, my co-blogger Snehal took to every thing which would meant to make us both calmer. I knew if I panic now, the battle would be lost. I also resorted to japam…repeating a mantra for several times. And one  Lord Rama shloka was getting reverberating my mind.

The next 3 hours from  the time I got dilated.

  1. A lady doctor came with a proposal of getting epidural. I knew what it was and I was of the opinion, that I would bear the pain until I could. I rejected the proposal. Thanks to my ante-natal classes and labor classes.Everything was happening as I had pictured during the class.
  2. In the next hour another stronger proposal came knocking my pain. Making me little softer for the epidural injection. But I have worked for sales of a reputed bank. I knew the power of second try.I didn’t budge and refused politely.Next hour saw more dilation and more contractions.We were worried as what to do now! 
  3. “Knock knock” said epidural. This time I vented out my entire pain and blasted at the lady doctor. In a stern voice I told her not to insist on it, else she may have to bear the severe complain.

Within next 15 min I was shifted to the main room and I was put on the table. It meant I won’t be with Snehal. Snehal thought as it was excruciating pain, I may opt for C-Section. But I was only strongly experiencing pain,mindfully. I breathed whoosh when I saw my husband Arun walk into the labor room. It was a rule of Seethapathy Clinic to let husband be with the mother delivering the baby.

It was the time  to push the baby and to breathe out instead of shouting. I tried my level best. All the literature I had read prepared me to visualize what could happen and how to battle it out.My husband was standing behind me and helped me push the baby. Until we heard,’Beautiful baby girl for you, congratulations!’They showed me the baby and took her inside. my husband kissed me.

People take advantage of your problems. Pray God. Seek blessings. Prayers and meditation bring in the internal strength.Stand strong when you can. Ask for support. Read more. Understand more. I wouldn’t know what is delivering a baby until I attended ante-natal classes and the labor classes. Exercise. Bond with your partner or your mother, sister. Speak to your doctor frankly. I had also registered myself on online community of mothers, called www.babycentre.in. After all, I had no mom to tell me what can I expect at my delivery.Hope you have a smooth sail too. Every birth story is different and every mom is different. I believe you must have a great story too. Share with us the same and if you are a new-would be mom then share with us later.

Stories help healing. Happy parenting till next post!