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In 2011, there were two major events that happened, both of which I thought I wouldn't survive. First, in July, I got mugged at gunpoint. Second, in November, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. I have already spoken about the mugging incident at length, so now let me talk about the best thing that happened to me this year. In fact, the best thing that happened to me ever.
But first, let's set the records straight. I would have gladly told anyone who cared to ask that I made her myself. It was just me. I would have gone as far as saying that I had an immaculate conception. Unfortunately, not only is that impossible in my case, it's also blasphemous, so let's not go there. So, for the record, yes, I had help. I employed the aid of a male specie. But for all intents and purposes, he is just a sperm donor, nothing more, nothing else. Of course I am not proud of that but there it is. I have no need of him moving forward. My baby and I are certainly better off without him. Now you know. Stop asking.
I gave birth to my baby under a C-section operation. I hate to say this but I now have a new found respect for my own mother. How was she able to do normal delivery for all 5 of us when I couldn't even do it for one? My doctor said that my anatomy won't allow me to give birth normally. It has something to do with a long medical term that has a 3-letter acronym which I forgot. But basically it means that my cervix is invalid. Out of order. Useless. Plus my baby had her cord coiled around her neck. She hadn't even seen the world yet but she's already exhibiting suicidal tendencies.
You would think that with general anesthesia, I got away with childbirth without too much pain. But nooooo. I had to go through 8 hours of excruciating labor before the doctor decided to make me undergo an emergency operation. Now that I'm a mother, I cannot believe that there is a mother out there who is not able to love her own child, because that is just preposterous. But those mothers who say that going through labor had made them closer to their child were lying. I'm not saying that labor pains will make you hate your child. I'm just saying it's not gonna make you love him more. Jessica Zafra once wrote that her friend said that getting kicked in the balls redefines the very concept of pain. I've never been kicked in the balls before so I would not know. But I say that it's child birth that redefines the concept of pain. Do guys bleed when they get kicked in the balls? It doesn't help that you are among indifferent nurses who obviously have not gone through the same ordeal or they would not tell you to keep quiet every time you wail because you have the contractions. I guess their paycheck does not require them to be sympathetic. They can't even pretend to care.
2 comments:
Hey, you're back! =) Loved the bit about how you'd rather say she was the product of either parthenogenesis or immaculate conception. LoL.
At the risk of sounding pedantic the 3 letter acronym you might be looking for is CPD or cephalopelvic disproportion. But that's a condition that has more to do with the size and/or shape of your pelvis, not your cervix. I could be wrong, you might've had something else. It's good to hear your baby's okay, despite the cord coil.
About the nurses, I'm sorry you had a bad experience with them. I find that bitchiness isn't limited to that profession, there are some doctors as well who seem to trivialize the pain of women in labor. Maybe they feel only their pain is justified. Whatever.
Glad you're back to blogging, congrats on becoming a mom, and Happy New Year! =)
Happy New Year!
I'm impressed. Yes it was CPD. My doctor told me 3 times about it but for the life of me I can't even remember the 3 letters let alone what it stands for. Yes, the nurses were horrible. But my doctor was actually worth every penny I paid her for even if until now I'm still up to the neck with debts from her PF. :D
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