Deepti went into a semi-labour without real contractions on Wednesday night last week (21 July 2010). We were asked to come to the hospital and wait for a check-up. You are going to give birth tomorrow. Those seven words were scary. At 38 weeks, who does that? Be at the hospital at 7:30 am and we'll start work. More scary words. The main memories of N's birth are how long it took and how exhausted we were at the end. And I didn't have to give birth. Nurses spoke of the odds of it being finished by 3:30pm on Thursday.
Sandringham Hospital's fairly quiet these days, amazed it is still open for maternity. Most of the Bayside set have private health insurance and insist on Cabrini I guess. Sandy's a bit run down, but cheerful and friendly. Miles apart from Monash. Deepti was the only expecting mum and she had a mid-wife and two trainee mid-wives looking after her. Sweet. At Monash I had to make the tea for Deepti; at Sandringham, the mid-wives made the tea. Even sweeter. I repeatedly got in the way of the multiple attendants.
Now, without contractions and a room full of mid-wives makes for little real action. The day sort of meandered along and let me underline meandered. (Actually can't in the blogging tool used). I popped out at 10am to see how mum and N were going at Gecko, then came home, played with N and then to swimming and then back home. Back to Deepti around 12:30, still nothing. Back home for a while to check on N around 4pm and then back at 6pm.
We took N to the hospital in the evening to help ease anxieties (Deepti and N) but it was like when the little boy met ET the first time. N looked through Deepti, at all the machines, and tubes and monitors and didn't rush to her, a silent acknowledgement that whoa, something's happening but not sure what. I expected tears and screaming when it was time to leave but with a wistful gaze through Deepti, N departed unmoved.
Meander. What a way to describe the day. At midnight, I was expecting to be told to go home and come back tomorrow morning. The day stopped meandering once it was over.
The nurse then said, your boy's coming in the hour. A small snip and out he popped. 12:37 am, 23 July 2010.
Emotionally, nothing in this world compares to the birth of Naina and Sarva.
When N met S
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