by Monic Arymami

Created on: July 04, 2010   Last Updated: July 14, 2010

After a whole nine months and several weeks the weariness and body aches gradually molds to a sense of enthusiasm for the new born. The days were slow with the entire stifling and suppressing big belly. ‘Oh.. when will you arrive my dear?’ was my daily question.

Obstetrician control has become a weekly schedule. My obstetrician has asked me to be patient. It could be up to a week after the prediction date. I grew increasingly anxious by the news. That long, I thought. Not just a sense of discomfort  with all the limited body movements, or breathing, or such like elephantiasis all over my leg, but more to the reason that the birth will not be accompanied by the father if it was postponed a week after the predicted date. He cannot delay his work contract. It would be extremely sad if that happens. I felt that this birth process need to be shared as a beginning of our unity as a small family.

We tried all suggestions in the hope that our baby would be born on the predicted date. The morning walks was farther, the sugested food and even sex.

A day before the predicted date, my obstetrician had to go out of town for a whole month. Perfect timing! I thought. It was clearly a waste of energy to beg and complain. We met a substitute. She gave us some basic updates on the baby’s condition and potition, but there was new news. She said she’d give us three more days because my water was thinning (what ever that may mean) and could endanger both the mother and child.

The good news would be in three days, the father would still be here, but I was restless on the thought of induction. Lets just hope it doesn’t end with that. ‘Oh poor baby, what if he’s not ready to see the world, shouldn’t we wait?’. But prayers have been said, effort has been made.. what will be will be. ‘When ever you are ready baby.. I’m here to greet you’.

Sunday. The predicted day of birth.

I woke up early, nothing unusual. Even the birth of our first child had drifted off my mind. Woke up. Made breakfast and sat watching what ever was on tv. My husband was still sound asleep.

6:00 AM. My stomach began to ache. Hmmm .... nothing new. I started to think what i ate last night that may cause the pain. I have had digestive problems since my early pregnancy. Then the pain came on a regular basis. It was a  rhythmic pain on about every 10 minutes. Strange I thought at that time, but nothing much came to mind.

Had a cup

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