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    Every baby's birth is unique, and no two women will experience labour and delivery in exactly the same way. Nevertheless, we can learn from the experience of others. Here's where you can share the story of your baby's birth -- the joys and the challenges.
    Mer Ishq , Mera Junoon
    Meri Hai Jaan
    *PAKISTAN*

  • #2
    Re: Birth Stories

    OK, here are my two:

    The first one.
    I was at work Friday. Went for my weekly check up that morning. Doc said I was doing OK. Still had 3 weeks to go. She wanted me to put on some more weight so I was scheduled to see my endocrinologist on Monday for diet modifications (I had serious gestational diabetes). Meanwhile, I get back to work, could hardly sit, everyone who passed by my office said I wouldn't be back to work Monday. Drove back that evening. My 45 mins drive was the longest, most painful, most frustrating. It was ramadan so I got home, cooked some food because I wanted to be distracted.

    The weekend was bad. I could hardly lie or sit. The thing was that because I had 3 more weeks to go and everyone said first babies come late, I thought I was having false labor.

    MIL was at my sister in law's place as she had just had a baby and needed her help. When I talked to her Sunday, she asked me if I needed her so she could come home. I was like, "no ammi, I still have 3 weeks."

    Sunday night, couldn't sleep so I came out of the room to another room. I knew something wasn't right when I had to get down on all fours. It was unbearable. So I finally called the hospital. The nurse asked me to drink orange juice and call back in half hour. So I called back and she asked me to go to the labor & delivery. I was like, "are you sure because I'm coming a long ways and I don't want you guys to send me home." She said that I wasn't sounding right and she thought I was ready.

    Hubby woke up after hearing me talk. He was all confuzzled. We quickly dumped some stuff in a box to take to the hospital and went off. I arrived at 4:30 am. I was 10 cm. Ready to push.

    My daughter was born at 6:27 am.
    Don't be hurtin' and hatin' cuz my phone is so cool!

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    • #3
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      The second one.
      This time I was cautious. Went to the hospital at the first signs of labor. Believe me I knew. I was admitted at 4 cm. Water hadn't broken in either of the two.

      They asked me if I wanted an epidural. I said no. Then they broke my water and boy did I want that epidural as the contractions became shorter and meaner. By the time the guy showed up, I was hurting and ready to push. He totally scewed up my epidural and I was crying and thought I wouldn't live to see my child. Note: Ladies, please make your decisions quickly. Well, that was nothing but more agony so I got pushing when they told me the baby's breathing was going down. So they put an oxygen mask on me and some other monitors that made it all the more hard to push. Well, of course you still can but at that time it seems like an unnecessary burden.

      Well, then she was born all soft and cuddly.

      Luckily, I had great recoveries. I was driving and having fun with my girls on Day 7! No issues whatsoever.

      The firts baby experienced low blood sugar right after birth and had to be kept in the NICU for 24 hours.
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      • #4
        Re: Birth Stories

        wow! you got to the hospital at 10 cm!! You are brave to have spent that much time at home. How much did the baby weigh? (Since your doctor was concerned about your weight)

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        • #5
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          Baby was 5 and a half pounds. 19" in height. Well, she did have 3 more weeks and could have out on at least 1-2 lbs.

          But she was a healthy baby. My second one was 6.1 lbs. She was 2 weeks early also.
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          • #6
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            My birth story is really long .... I actually wrote out every single thing that happened a few days after the delivery so that I could have a record of all the details.

            I'll edit the gross stuff:

            As you know, my dad was in the ICU, so my family was all at the hospital pretty much 24/7. My dad was still in that stage where he was left cut open with sponges in him, but heavily sedated and paralyzed with drugs.

            I was at the hospital, with my family, all day in the ICU. I was having contractions, even throughout the family meetings and updates with the doctors in the ICU. I kept my mouth shut through each contraction. At this stage, they were so random and I knew it wasn't the real thing.

            I went home with my sister only to have the contractions get worse in the middle of the night.

            They became intense so we went to the hospital in the middle of the night.

            My sister was utterly exhausted. Everybody in my family was. At this point, it had been 15 days in the hospital, no sleep, no rest, extremely volatile emotions, seeing our father suffer, etc. So she just dropped me off at the Emergency and went back home. My mom went with me to the Labour and Delivery department and my brother came along too. They were both staying in the ICU overnight, everyday.

            During the examination, the first thing the doctor told me was to push as if I was pushing the baby out. I was just looking at her face. How would I know how to do that???? Then she goes to me, didn't they teach you that in the prenatal classes? No.

            Anyway, I was not dialated, but she said I was in the early stages of labour and could go home. I was having contractions 8 minutes apart but was not dialating.

            So I went home and tried to sleep, which was not possible.

            In the morning, still October 15th, I just walked the halls outside the ICU non-stop. I was still having contractions 8 minutes apart and they lasted me the entire day. By around 10:00 p.m., I realised o.k. nothing is happening. I am in false labour.

            Went back home with my sister, once again.

            I needed to vacuum. Don't ask why. It was close to midnight. So I was vacuuming while having contractions for what I thought was a false labour. It was around midnight now, October 16th, and my sister was fast asleep. My brother and my mother were at the hospital with my father. After I finished vacuuming, I went and lay down.

            Since my dad went into the hospital on October 10th, we all started living in his room. When he had his operation earlier in April, we put a single bed into the room by the big bed for my mother to sleep in. She couldn't sleep with him incase she hit his stomach by accident and hurt him, so she would sleep on the little bed and take care of him throughout the night.

            So my sister was on the little bed and I was in my dad's bed. The contractions wouldn't stop ... they actually got stronger. The pain was really getting to me and I was making a lot of noise, but my sister was sleeping through it. Then I started getting angry with my sister for not even waking up to see what was wrong with me, but then I thought, bichari is completely exhausted, just let her sleep.

            So I went into the family room. Before my dad went into the hospital, he inflated a huge exercise ball for me, which I thought would be useful during contractions. That's what they showed in the labour & delivery films as well as the prenatal classes. So I sat on it during the contractions and did what I was supposed to do but it wasn't helping.

            I figured I should be timing when I am having contractions to see if they are getting closer together. By this time, it was 1:00 a.m. and I was in extreme pain. I didn't want to wake my sister up in case it was a false alarm. So I went into the living room and just dealt with it on my own.

            Contractions are tolerable. Honestly, they are. I am not just saying that. They do hurt, but you can handle it if you just breath through them. The contractions were getting closer and closer together and were lasting for 30 seconds.

            I woke my sister up. She was not amused. She goes to me, are you sure you are in labour? I said yes. She goes, why don't we wait a little while in case it's a false alarm? Bichari, she was tired and needed sleep. I told her, no, this is the real thing.

            So this time she got ready to go with me. She was my coach.

            So off we went to the Emergency again. By this time, it was close to 3:00 a.m.

            They did a blood test and I don't know how they took it, cause my arm was left with a massive bruise that was there for days afterwards. I couldn't even move that arm.

            So they said I was in labour and already 4 cm dialated. I was very proud of myself for making it to 4 cm with no epidural. But at this point, I said, ok, give me epidural.

            The labour room was really nice. Very big and luxurious. DVD player, etc. There was a sofa which turned into a bed. My mom and my sister were with me so I told them to just lie down. They wouldn't of course.

            I was having such bad contractions at this point and they were about 3 minutes apart now. I was dialating extremely fast and the epidural doctor had not shown up yet. I was just walking around the room trying to breath through the contractions.

            Then my mucus plug fell out, and i'll edit the details as to how that happened.

            Most women are lucky enough not to see their mucus plug. My labour seemed to be going by the book.

            My sister told me to relax and it is normal. My sister was my rock, honestly.

            I was just really grossed out. I was having yet another contraction. I was standing up by the bed and held onto my sister. We were trying an exercise we learned in the prenatal class - hold onto your partner and just sway back and forth during a contraction.

            Just as I was doing that, my water broke. I was like, "ammiiiiiiiiii" and ammi goes to me, that's nothing, a lot more is gonna come out.

            My poor water broke all over my sister's jeans. She told me not to worry about it and I kept apologising to her.

            The nurse came running over and told me to lie down. I apologised to her for making a mess on the floor and she told me to stop being silly and try and relax. Then she goes to me, "nobody's water breaks like that - your water breaking was sooo dramatic". I wasn't sure what to say other than thank you. It sounded like a compliment to me.

            The epidural doctor still had not shown up at this point but the nurse was getting me ready for him. When he came, he wasn't very nice. My contractions were coming every 2 minutes and I asked him if we could wait until my contractions were over and he said NO. I had to lean forward and hold onto a pillow.

            My big fear was that I would have a contraction while he was injecting me and that was exactly what happened. I jumped, he told me off, and I forced myself to stay still during the contraction. At that point, I said to myself, ok, I can do this. I survived 4 cm without any epidural. Then I stayed completely still and relaxed my body during a tough contraction while I was being injected with epidural. I could to this!

            After that, I felt a lot better. The contractions started to get weaker cause I couldn't feel it as much. I knew every time I was having a contraction as the epidural did not numb me completely. I would feel pressure in my back every time a contraction would come but it was tolerable.

            The nurse started talking to my mom and my mom told her all about my father. The nurse started balling her eyes out and she went and told everybody in the Labour and Delivery department. So they all knew what we were going through as a family and how tough this was on all of us - father in ICU, me down in Delivery.

            Anyway, she was on night shift and her shift was ending. By this time, it was 6:30 a.m.

            Then my two nurses came in to meet and greet me. They were super nice and were with me through the entire delivery.

            Things were just going along smoothly until 10:00 a.m. The epidural had completely worn off. They gave me a little button which would pump the epidural into me anytime I felt I needed it, but it wasn't enough. I could feel the contractions and they were REALLY BAD. I had to tolerate them for half an hour more until the doctor was able to come and give me another shot.

            My sister called "S", an extremely good friend, to come and help as my sister had to keep going between my father and me.

            I was not told, but they were operating on my father that afternoon to close him up. If you recall, he was left open with sponges inside him for six days and they needed to close him. Nobody told me as they wanted me to focus on the delivery, but the entire Labour and Delivery department was aware that he was going in that afternoon.

            So my friend and my sister were each beside me the entire time. My mother would come down from the ICU periodically to check up on me.

            A social worker came in to see me. She put her Tim Horton's coffee down on the table and came over to talk to me. She knew about my father too, and she goes to me that this was a really hard time for my family, father in ICU, me down in Delivery and if I ever needed to talk, I should come and see her afterwards.

            At that point, I felt like I was pooing. My face went all funny and she asked me what was wrong. I said to her, "something just came out of my bum". I cannot believe I said that. She was like, "oh, let me go and get someone". She was all panicked, and probably grossed out. She started to run out of the room, and then came running back for her coffee and ran out again. Then the nurse came in and checked me and it was nothing. I was just having gas.

            By the afternoon, around 12:00 p.m., I was fully dialated. I dialated really fast considering this was my first baby.

            So now I needed to push each time I felt a contraction.

            Don't ask me why, but I just focussed on the clock on the wall and pushed with all my might.

            I had to push 3 times during each contraction. I would hold my breath and push for longer than they wanted so the nurses were proud of me.

            They were so encouraging and supportive, I have to give them credit. Also, "S" and "F" were great too.

            I pushed for 2 hours but my baby got stuck inside me. This is where the problems began.

            Although I was dialated to 10 cm, there was an extra piece of cervix which was blocking his head and his entrance. So they had to give me medication to make that piece dissolve. In the meantime, I had to just sit back and wait.

            So we waited another hour and after that, once it had dissolved, I started pushing again. By now, I think it was 3:00 p.m.

            Now, the other problem I was having is that I was incapable of making any noise or get angry during the pushing stage. The nurses were encouraging me to scream my head off and get mad and just push like anything, but I couldn't make any noise. My sister was asking me why I was acting like a Scientologist since they have their babies in silence. I don't know why, I just could not make any noise. I would just focus on the clock and push with all my might.

            After a while, they told me the baby was in stress and his oxygen and blood pressure levels were dropping cause he was completely stuck and not budging. They put the breathing mask on me and they wanted me to just breath for a while.

            Honestly, I was exhausted and by now, the epidural was wearing off AGAIN. I didn't ask for anymore cause I could already feel everything that was happening and was just dealing with it.

            By now, it was around 5:30 p.m. The baby had not made much movement. I was exhausted. The doctor came in, examined me and told me that things were not looking good.

            In a normal delivery, babies are head down and their bum and back is against the belly. My baby was head down, but his knees and chest was against my belly. He was coming out in the wrong position. He was also turned to an angle, so he wasn't coming out straight - he was coming out diagnolly.

            She told me that they had two options, but I had to decide fast:

            1. Vacuum him out
            2. C-section

            His head was swollen and I didn't want to vacuum him out. It sounded so unnatural and plus, "S" was warning me that since his head was swollen, then he could have some other complications (possible brain damage) down the road if he is vacuumed.

            I said to go and ask my mother. I didn't know my mom was with my father and he was being operated on. I didn't know that is why my sister kept disappearing throughout the afternoon. I was too wrapped up in myself and my deliver to even notice.

            I was thinking of just doing the "C" section. I felt so exhausted.

            Then the nurse got really angry with me and started telling me off for wanting a c-section. She goes to me, do you realise it's an operation? Why don't you just do the vacuum?

            I didn't understand why she was so mad at me, but she knew my dad was being operated on and she knew that my mother would not be able to handle both me and my father being operated on at the same time.

            I was so confused. I was still having contractions. My mom was in the room now with me. "F" and "S" were there too.

            Honestly, I cannot describe what I was feeling. I didn't want a thing to happen to my child. C-section was risky for me, long-term, and vacuuming could hurt him, long-term. I just kept thinking, if I get a c-section once, then I will need c-sections for the rest of my life for each additional child.

            Then I don't know how or where it came from, but I started pushing and screaming my head off. The doctor and nurses got all excited and said, the baby is moving. I pushed again and screamed my head off. In two pushes, he came flying out.

            I honestly have no idea where the strength came from. At the same time, my father flat-lined twice. He had a second heart attack. Maybe he came and gave me his strength? I like to think he did just that.

            They showed me his face as soon as he came out and I thought to myself, "gosh, he is tall". Then I saw him all stretched out. He was sooo fair and LONG. He is one tall baby. He came out at 56 cm. He didn't weigh as much as I thought he would weigh. Only 7 lbs 10.

            So I felt everything. Gave birth naturally. Baby came out, beautiful and healthy. First thing he did was pee and poo right away while they were checking him.

            Now was the horrible part I was not prepared for. The doctor needed to stitch me up. The stitches actually hurt more than the contractions. I tore badly.

            By now, it was past 6:30 p.m. That same night nurse who helped me prior to me getting Epidural earlier that morning came in and told me I did an amazing job. She kept kissing my forehead and rubbing my head. She goes to me that in most cases, when a baby is in that position, they just do a c-section since majority of women they have seen cannot even deliver such babies even with epidural. So I was special.

            This made me feel really good.

            I had a few other doctors who were not even part of the delivery come in and tell me that I did a really good job.

            My two nurses, the ones who were upset that I was going to do a c-section, also gave me huge hugs and told me I did a good job. I told the nurse to make sure she tells my husband this.

            Maybe they say this to all their patients, but I honestly feel like I did do an amazing job.

            Healing wise, I developed a uterus infection, seriously major sciatic nerve pain down both my legs. Actually, my legs became incredibly swollen, right down to my toes, much more than how they were during the pregnancy.

            My room was literally beneath the room my father was in. It was only when I was in my room that I was told about my father.

            So that's my labour story.
            Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain.

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            • #7
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              well here goes mine,

              mine hubby was working in other city so i was living at my parents place.at 10 pm i felt the baby had kicked me so hard and TAAH the water bag raptured.i screamed loud and called my mom,i was sooo scared that i told my mom that baby is coming out.my mom had Csetions so she didnt have any idea about the normal delivery so she belived me at started calling my brother and dad...trust me that time it was a funny situation..the whole time she was saying beeta daikhna baby kaheen nikal nah aaithey rushed me to the hospital,where the nurse was ready with the wheel chair.when i entered in the labor room i heard loud screams ...trust me i felt as if a woman is being slaughtered in another room ,all i can hear was PUSH PUSH ..AND THEN AAAAAHHHHHHi didnt knew labor pains and giving birth was soo painful,i got soo scared that my pains stoped ,i simply stood up from the wheel chair and told the nurse i am fine thank you,and started running out of the hospital.

              the doctor told me that its time and i cant go back they started giving me injections and told me to walk around,but still no pains then the doc told my mom that they have to do C SECTION as the baby has changed the position.so then i took me to the operating room and gave me general anesthesia...aggai i dont know..all the remember is that when i woke up i felt as if someone was cutting me with a knife ..uufff it was soo painful,i told the nurse that i need a painkiller ,she gave me one and told me JEE HUM ZAIDA NAHI LAGATAI AAP KO KAHEEN ADAAT NAH HOO JAI...hellooo dumboo i was not taking heroine jou adaat hoo jatiwhen i saw the baby my pain was uranchoo..he was 10 pounds and such a cutie pie.
              O Allah!Make the Quran the spring of my heart,the light of my tongue, the dispeller of my sorrows, the eraser of my anxieties and worries.

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              • #8
                Re: Birth Stories

                general anesthesia, where u in pakistan KishMish?

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                • #9
                  Re: Birth Stories

                  yes saadia i was in pakistan at that time guess what they still give that ,as patients are afraid of spinal one.i just talked to my cousin who had a baby girl yesterday i asked her what they gave ya and she said my doc said that spinal is good for you but my MIL say it ll break ur back and u will feel pain all ur life
                  O Allah!Make the Quran the spring of my heart,the light of my tongue, the dispeller of my sorrows, the eraser of my anxieties and worries.

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                  • #10
                    mehnazQ i just feel like giving you a
                    "He will provide for you a light wherein you will walk, and will grant you forgiveness. And Allah is Forgiving, Merciful."
                    (Surah Al-Hadid)

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                    • #11
                      Re: Birth Stories

                      Mehnaz! That is one great labor story! How is yourfather doing now and where was your husband during labor?

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                      • #12
                        Originally posted by Niksik View Post

                        Hubby woke up after hearing me talk. He was all confuzzled. We quickly dumped some stuff in a box to take to the hospital and went off. I arrived at 4:30 am. I was 10 cm. Ready to push.

                        My daughter was born at 6:27 am.
                        Oh my goodness you were so brave, Marshallah! Astonishing! You might as well have had the baby at home! Lol! I applaud you as that is so brave!

                        Please tell us how you coped all the way to 10cm at home? What did you do i.e. breathing exercises etc?

                        What did you do to help have a really fast labour e.g. did you work throught-out pregnancy, daily walks, breathing exercise classes etc.

                        Huggle snuggle iggle piggle!

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                        • #13
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                          First one born in Pakistan!

                          During my pregnancy in 7th month the doc who was conducting the ultra sound if I was forgetting my date cuz the baby looked 2 weeks bigger.. But i said no i wasnt forgetting the date. At the end, upon seeing the other ultrasound and judging by the baby weight my doc suggested that I get admitted 2 weeks earlier cuz the baby was bigger... :aq:
                          I got admitted on 27th dec. 2001.. She placed the tablet for artificial pains at 11 pm and asked me to take some rest cuz if the pains didnt start she'd place another at 5 in the morning.. But I couldnt even close my eyes.. My MIL insisted that she stayed with me, she sent hubby home. Halanke at that time I needed his support. Khair anyway, I didnt even feel a contraction all that time. The nurse came to me in the morning and asked me to go the labor room cuz they wanted to place the other tablet. That was quite painful cuz the doc on duty was such a nukcharhi aurat khair I listened to my baby's heartbeat for 2 hrs, still nothing happened.. I was like WTH?!?!?! Now I dont want them place the third one...
                          khair by 7:30 i felt the first contaction. By that time hubby had come and wa sitting with me, had sent MIL home.. Ahista ahista the contractions became stronger.. by 11 am my gyneacologist arrived and she broke the water. All that time i was like so composed and calm like baby's gonna slip out like a fish... but no!! when she broke the water I lost it and started crying because it all started to make sense why I was here and now there's no turning back..
                          Then I asked the doc if I could have epidural.. she said she'd arrange it. The other doc. for epidural came at 2 pm by that time I was budhaal with pain.. He asked hubby to go out and when he injected in the back I screamed but the best part was it worked instantly and I was so relieved.
                          Hubby came back to the room... i told him quite happily that i cant feel anything. By that time I was so exhausted cuz i hadnt slept in 2 days tension se... I wanted to sleep but my hubby kept hillaien me. kion so rahi ho thori si dair reh gaie hai

                          After 1 hr the contractions came back.. OMG i was screaming again calling the doctor why the hell isnt this thing working ? she said.. well if it wasnt working you would be jumping up and down with pain... :aq: khair I waited and waited...
                          at 5pm the doc on duty told me that i was only 4 cm and it cud take another 4-5 hrs.. but as soon as she left the room , i had one contraction after another and I couldnt sit still. i was not screaming but my tears couldnt stop... I was in so much pain even with that stupid epidural... after a while my gyneacologist arrived.. I was so relieved to see her, she checked and said.. OMG you are ready to deliver. udher to tharthalli mach gaie the nurses ran to get the tools and all. I was feeling soooo dizzy i guess under the epidural influence. the stupid thing didnt work where it should have it worked on my dimagh
                          THe doc asked me to push and I couldnt.. i just wanted to sleep..
                          she said push and i was like I cant why dont you just take me to the OT and cut me open..
                          she said I wont
                          khair after a long struggle she finally decided to pull the baby out with the cap and yeah it was a forcep delivery

                          I was still so dizzy...
                          Then doc told me. Mubarak ho aap ko baita hooa hai... and I was like WHAT????
                          you told me it was a girl... she said, "did I? no its a boy".... and i was like.... "meri sari shopping ka kia ho ga jo main ne larkion wali ki hai? "

                          Mind you this conversation went on while she was stitching me up... lol

                          and the baby kept on screaming on top of his lungs... The man outside the labor room who was waiting for his wife to deliver in the other room, asked my husband yeh aap ka baby hai? kaafi shor macha raha hai...lol...
                          mera yeh bacha aaj tak aisay hi shor machata hai
                          Last edited by Sadaf; Mar 4th, 2009, 11:45 PM.
                          The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

                          Saadi Sherazi

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                          • #14
                            Wow - thanks for sharing!

                            Lol at having a boy instead of girl. They told my cousin in Pakistan that she was having a boy and she bought everything in blue colour - then she gave birth to a girl.
                            Huggle snuggle iggle piggle!

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                            • #15
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                              Second one born in Dubai!

                              It was augustt. my EDD was 24th august but on 18th I started feeling contractions.. We had invited a family for dinner at our place I was preparing food. But I ignored them thinking it was false alarm.. I had already put my son to bed cuz he had to get up in the morning for school. By 10pm the contractions were 5 min apart.. i told my husband and he asked the guests who were really close to us if the cud stay if we had to rush to hospital at night... but after some time the contractions faded away. Khair we told the guests that we'd call if we need them. That night I took my rest... i slept and woke up again at 3 am with contractions, i timed them they were were half hr apart so i went back to sleep. I woke up at 6 am again they were 20 min apart.. then I woke my husband and later woke my son up and dressed him up for school prepared his lunch.. at 7 am they were 5 min apart.. But I wanted to make sure that my son went to school first before we rushed to the hospital. Cuz we didnt have any other relatives living close by and I didnt want to bother anyone else.. We left for hospital at 8 am and the contractions were 3 min apart. I called my sister in abudhabi.. she said she'd try to take the day off and come as soon as she can
                              You know how crazy the Dubai traffic is in the morning.. I was worried what if something happened while we were stuck in traffic. but husband said dont worry i'll call police they'll ascort us to the hosp.

                              Khair we reached there without getting stuck.. the doc on duty timed the contraction
                              which for some pretty odd reason started to come after 20min. it was 11am and i had started to get worried about my son who came back from school at 12:30 pm. Hubby asked the nurse approx. how long is it going to take she said, oh you dont worry cuz she's only 4 cm it'll take more than 3-4 hrs.. so he decided to go home and recieve him, feed him his lunch and then bring him to hospital with him...
                              Now he left at 11:45 and after 15 min. de dabbadub contractions...
                              at 12:30 the doc checked and said.. OMG you're ready to deliver... :halo:
                              i called hubby who had just reached home and asked him to come back
                              well Alhamdolillah by that time exactly my sister arrived with her family.. Hubby left my son at home with my BIL and kids.. and brought her to hosp. with him..

                              Lekin during this time when they were coming to hospital.. My doc had started to get ready for delivery.. Now situation was here my contracttions were getting worse and in the other room there was another lady ready to deliver as well .. and only one doctor on duty... yikes...
                              now she got confused her self ke kis ko pehlay dekhoon... she asked the midwife to sit with me while she ran to the other room.. and here I could feel the baby pushing and trying to get out on its own... I told the midwife to call the doc.. she just kept sehlaing my shoulders and saying not now honey.. its not ur time..... I screamed what do you mean its nto the time.. the baby is trying to get out...
                              khair after a lot of cheekho pukar and bhag doar or doctor who finally managed to call for help with the other lady, came to my rescue... phew....
                              this delivery was quite easy without epidural or anything.. I decided against the epidural this time cuz of what happened the last time...

                              Just when the baby came out my husband entered the room
                              Boy i was relieved to see him...
                              Then the doctor announced.. Congratuations its a girl...

                              And such a pretty girl she was.. just like her brother she screamed and screamed for good 2 hrs...
                              The best loved by God are those that are rich, yet have the humility of the poor, and those that are poor and have the magnanimity of the rich.

                              Saadi Sherazi

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