I won’t ever forget the day I gave birth. Giving birth is one experience that I could write or tell as if it just happened yesterday. It’s so vivid in my memory that all the details are still there, bright and colorful. Thirteen years ago, I was a pregnant housewife and my husband had just started his career in a call center as a tech support rep. So I was left alone at night and would wait for him to go home the next morning. If I was not doing anything, I would just walk back and forth inside the room or outside our house to exercise.
The labor begins
Friday, 14 May 2004, my mother in-law and I went around Cubao to shop, going from one store to another, and bought some clothes for the family. Everything went normal.That night, I slept after my husband left for work but woke up just before midnight because I suddenly felt pain on my back. The pain traveled from both sides to the front meeting on my tummy. As a nurse, I knew this was the start of labor, and would be giving birth within the next 24 hours.
My husband came home the next morning, and I told him the news. He was excited and at the same time worried because he had to return to his office to submit something then hurry back home for my delivery. I assured him that he’ll be fine. At around three o’clock in the afternoon, I had spotting. So I sent a text message to my husband and told him it’s about time. He said he ran and commuted as fast as he could. When he arrived home, we went on our way to Caloocan Puericulture Center where I would be giving birth.
The angels and demons might have conspired on our favor because we didn’t experience traffic along EDSA. Imagine we only took less than 30 minutes from Cubao to Caloocan, and we’re talking about EDSA where heavy traffic is a norm.
When we arrived there, I was examined immediately and told that the dilation was at 4 to 6 cm. already. So they let me lay on the bed, taught me how to breathe deeply and practice pushing. The TV set was on, and I saw that the midwives were watching Star Circle Quest. My husband peeked through the door to check on me from time to time and I told him I was fine. A midwife who saw us asked who he was and I told her that he’s my husband. She said he sounded like a best friend who dropped by. “Oh, he’s also my best friend!” I replied.
“This is it!”
Around six o’clock in the evening, it was time, and the midwife told me to transfer bed. Yes, I stood up, walked to the delivery room and lay on the delivery table on my own. The pain was already constant and I never thought I could make that few paces away. So my feet were on the stirrups, and I saw the doctor and four midwives beside me. They were coaching me to push. And when I couldn’t take it anymore, I asked for anesthesia. The doctor said she will only administer it once she saw the baby’s crown. So she encouraged me to push even more. It took a little while until I gave my biggest and last push that I could muster. And there she was, a long, fair-skinned baby girl, weighing 6.14 pounds, crying. And I whispered, “I love you, my baby.”
Thirteen years have gone and she’s growing up to be a beautiful, tall, intelligent, and sweet girl in her teens. My husband and I treasure so much that the pain I went through was worth it. She is our bundle of joy growing up. Our little sweet potato. And yesterday, we celebrated her birthday a day ahead and in celebration of Mother’s Day, at her favorite fast food chain: KFC.
Happy birthday, Ganjah!