My Birth Story

I would say the best thing about having a C-section is that the big event is planned ahead of time, knowing what is going to happen step by step, however, that doesn’t mean that things can’t go wrong. I was so anxious and petrified that something would go wrong like the previous birthing experience with the girls, which is understandable because 1) it’s a major surgery and 2) the last birth that I went through I didn’t come out of it in the best way. Thankfully, it all went according to plan and was a huge success, my recovery was quick and easy and I am happy to report that I am well and have recovered fully. Alhamdulillah (Praise be to God).

I was scheduled to be admitted the night before the C-section. We dropped the girls off at Zahir’s parents; they were sleeping at his parents for the week, which worked out well because Zahir was free to come to the hospital when he wanted (He took three weeks leave). When I got to the hospital I had some paperwork to complete, then went to the maternity ward. I was placed in a ward on my own which was nice because I hadn’t slept much the night and I didn’t have to worry about making a noise. I prayed a lot, I thought about the girls and how an hour earlier Zia had been hysterical crying for me not to leave and how bad I felt that I had to leave them.

I woke up at around 5:30 on the morning of the surgery, showered and prayed and waited for Zahir to arrive. He said he would come around 6am but by 7am he had still not arrived only to discover that he was sitting outside all along until 7am because he saw a sign outside the maternity ward that it opened at that time. Literally 5 minutes after he arrived at the ward a nurse came to tell us that she was moving us to the labour ward because it was time. The nerves started and I was feeling super anxious. What’s nice about a planned C-section though is that it’s not rushed and I literally walked into the labour ward. An hour later I was wheeled into the operating theatre.

Everything happened so fast after that, I was asked to sit with my back arched, and in went the needle into my spine, there was a little pressure but other than that I had not felt any pain. The anaesthetist and a nurse helped me lay down, the gynaecologist Dr. Basson and a second doctor arrived, as well as the paediatrician Dr. Krige to check on baby when he is born. Almost immediately I felt nauseas, and I remember reading a birth story from a blogger once that she was nauseas while having a C-section done and mentioned it to the anaesthetist and he gave her something for it and it went away. So I mentioned to the anaesthetist that I was feeling sick and started making this gagging sound, it kept coming and wouldn’t stop but nothing was coming out because I hadn’t eaten since 10pm the night before. Immediately he injected a liquid into my drip and within probably a minute the nausea was gone. I didn’t cry the night before or the morning until the moment that I started gagging. Naturally the tears just came and I couldn’t stop it, I felt vulnerable and scared. In the meantime Dr Basson had started with the operation and getting baby out. About ten minutes later Yameen was born and he weighed 3.59kgs which was such a surprise to us because we didn’t think he had picked up so much weight in two weeks. Dr. Krige gave the all clear that baby was fine and off we went to the recovery room. The whole process took less than half an hour.

We are so happy and proud to be parents to such an amazing human, and this birthing process was 100% better than with the girls because I was a lot calmer, confident and prepared mentally and emotionally. The nurses were so helpful during the entire stay at the hospital especially with getting Yameen to latch and ensuring that I was taken care of.

Some pictures taken by Zahir, he didn’t take much during the operation though because he said that he just wanted to be in the moment. I managed to put a few pics together, see below.

Until next time

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