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Salvador DalĂ's Persistence of Memory |
It's all hazy!
Comes to me in snippets.
A long very long tormenting period of freight trains rushing through every 4th minute.
Numbers hold me ... they calm me down... I look at the machines ... heartbeat, some other stuff. I look very often.
Memory 1
To say really the least, pushing is the hardest thing I've seen anyone do. And I saw the nurse turn into a coach. The sweet little lady nurse put a sort of a pipe on the bed and looped a bedsheet on it, gave an end to her and said - pull the bedsheet and Push. And in about five minutes, the nurse turned into a very strict basketball coach who shouted ... top of her lungs ... Push, lady ,push, you don't wanna do this the whole night. Do it. Now. Go for it! ...
Memory 2
She said - Arrrrghhhhhh! I will never ever speak to you again in my life. You @#$#@$
Memory 3
Our doctor arrives sometime early morning. Wife is now losing all the strength. Labour has gone on far too long. Numb! Doctor says - they will try vacuum delivery, and if I am okay. AM I OKAY? Of course, I am going to do anything and everything that you even suggest. So, she sets it up.
Try 1:... a toilet plunger kinda thing tries to grab the baby's head and pull out.. and a sound PUFF! Fail!
Try 2: ... that stuff again .. and again a PUFF! Fail
Try 3:... doc says if this doesn't work, we will go for surgery. No Puff! I go feet side and see a head full of hair arriving into the world. Lump in throat. Pain in the top of the nose. Tears probably.
It is 7:32 Pacific time. Indiawise, 8 am something.
Memory 4:
They have stabilised the baby. It is still connected to the mother. Ah.. she is a mother now! And as per our birthing plan, I am the one supposed to hold the baby first, and cut the umbilical cord. I wear gloves. I take surgical scissors. And I cut. I tremble a little. But I cut. No one's crying. Not even the baby!
Memory 5:
Head looks conical. Weird. Worried a tad but happy everyone's still alive. Ask the nurse. She says something that I cannot hear. Takes the baby to a basin like pot and pats the head a few times. It's back ot normal. A human head! She gives it back to me, saying with her eyes - "God save the world from first time fathers."
Memory 6:
Baby on mom's chest! Everyone's crying. Baby is not. Baby's purring. I want to stay right there. Hold the moment in the time. Just be there!
Memory 7:
Warm red glow of the overhead heater on baby's little bed. Breakfast is cold. She asks for something warm. We are moved from the delivery room to post-delivery room. The urgency is gone - in us, in the hospital staff. A new nurse - straight from Woodstock with her tattoos and very cool attitude and age and experience asks us to - "take it easy, darlings!"
Memory 8:
We try to catch some sleep. Baby makes a sound as light as a deep breath and there is havoc in my heart. We check again. Heartbeat okay! Breath? Yes! Finger on the nostril .. yeah working. Why is it not taking the breast? It's been so many hours without any food. "relax! they don't need food immediately. ensure baby takes the breast. life will be a lot easier."
note: our baby never took the breast. we ran a dairy farm for a year and a half.
Memory 9:
Someone advises - why don't you put the baby in the nursery and get some sleep?
I and She (silently; independently): What if baby gets exchanged? Are we so cruel that we will send our baby to a nursery so we can sleep? Are we already bad parents?
... but lack of sleep is a powerful thing. Baby to nurser! We to bed! Best sleep ever! Ever! EVER!