Memento - Part 2

All of a sudden, the monitor showing the heart beat rate spiked and our nurse came rushing in. What happened here? - She asked. No, nothing, she is just talking to her mom - I said with a casual smile. My wife was speaking over the phone - Ma, everything is fine. It wasn’t. I knew she was just too weak after a terrifying night and loosing probably quarter of her blood. I started talking to the nurse - you saved our lives and she smiled genuinely. I was finally relived that it was all under control. It was a minor surgery and bleeding stopped. Why the heck the previous doctor let it all go on for the whole night and didn’t decide to do the same thing earlier. Well, every doctor work differently, the old nurse mentioned it to me. And lucky(un) us that we had to deal with this particular one, I thought in disbelief. Although, it was a first good morning that I could say – we are a family of three.

Early in the morning, the shift changed and a very old looking nurse took the rein. First thing she looked at my wife’s situation and said this is not normal. You bet it is not, I thought. She rushed back and got another doctor on duty at that time. The new doctor told me that my wife needs to go through a minor surgery and hopefully it will be all good. I saw light at the end of this tunnel and said - please.

After couple of hours, I got the baby back from the nursery for my wife to take a first good look at him, but she didn’t care. I wasn’t surprised; she hardly had any consciousness left after the whole ordeal. She was also consistently loosing her blood and the nurse in that shift kept me assuring that it will stop on its own. Gosh, an unseasoned nurse and a confused looking doctor are the worst possible combination to have your baby delivered. Mujhe achcha nahi lag raha hai, chalo ghar chalte hain (I am not feeling well, could we go home) - she said and turned to the other side with any energy she was left with. I took the baby back to the nursery and told them that I am not picking him up until next morning.

The first hour of the 31st march, our baby was born. Bahut chhota sa hai (It is really tiny) - thats all I could say, held my wife's hand and burst into tears. It was really small, but way too cute, crying intermittently, as if annoyed by his disturbed sleep. By the time the nurse cleaned him up and wrapped in a blanket, he was opening his eyes and looking up towards me. One of the five (or may be six) nurses in the room put him on the scale and announced - 5 pounds and 6 ounces.

To be continued..