Her name is Nada Marissa Aruni, and she is my first child. She was born on December 8, 2022, via C-section. I was very anxious while waiting for her to be delivered. I paced back and forth like a nervous duck. I could feel my stress level rising, even though the room was a cool 18 degrees Celsius.
The story begins on Thursday morning. I had requested a day off work for this special occasion. I packed all the necessary items like clothes, diapers, and food, ensuring my preparations were thorough.
At 6:30 AM, I arrived at the hospital for the check-up. The doctor came to check my wife’s blood pressure, and thank goodness, it was normal. The previous check-up had shown that she had high blood pressure, so we were relieved to see that it was expected this time.
The Unexpected Turn of Events: A Change in Surgery Plans
At the moment, we still don’t know when my wife’s C-section surgery was scheduled. We’re trying to relax and chat about random things to take our minds off it.
But then the nurse came in and told us that the surgery was scheduled for 8 PM.
Okay, for the first time all day, I feel nervous.
It’s funny how my wife is trying to calm me down. I mean, she’s the one about to go under the knife, but here I am, sweating bullets. Maybe I should be the one getting the C-section.
I’m clearly not cut out for this whole childbirth thing.
It’s the day of my wife’s scheduled C-section surgery, and we’re trying our best to stay calm and positive.
Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t help but think about the little life growing inside my wife. “Can you believe it?” I said to her. “We’re going to be parents!”
She chuckled and shook her head. “I know, it’s crazy. I still can’t believe we’re having a baby. But hey, at least we have nine months to prepare ourselves for the sleepless nights and dirty diapers.”
We laughed and smiled together as we talked about the future and all the joys (and challenges) that lay ahead.
Despite all the unknowns, we knew we were in this together and would face whatever came our way as a team.
As the sun set on the horizon, we cuddled up close, grateful for our love and support for each other and the new life we were creating.
But then, when things started to feel a little more relaxed, the nurse returned and dropped a bombshell on us. The surgery has been brought forward from 8 PM to 4 PM, and she only just told us at 1 PM.
That means we have just three hours left until the surgery is supposed to take place. My wife’s heart is racing with anxiety, and I can feel the tension in the air. It will be a long and nerve-wracking few hours until the surgery begins.
As the time ticked closer to the surgery, the anxiety in the room was palpable. My wife was nervous and scared, and I couldn’t help but feel helpless. I wanted to do something, anything, to ease her fears and make everything okay.
I held her hand and tried to reassure her, telling her how strong and brave she was, and how proud I was of her. I told her that everything was going to be okay, that we would get through this together and come out on the other side as a family.
A Nervous Wait
Despite my words, I couldn’t shake off the nervousness in my stomach.
She was our first child, and the thought of anything going wrong was terrifying. I just wanted the surgery to be over and for my wife and baby to be safe and healthy.
As the minutes ticked by, I found myself praying for strength and courage for both my wife and myself. I knew that this was a challenging and scary time, but I also knew that we were in this together and could get through it as long as we had each other.
As the time for the surgery finally arrived, my wife and I made our way to the surgery room. She looked nervous and held onto my hand tightly, and I could feel the fear and anxiety emanating from her.
“It’s going to be okay,”. I said, trying to reassure her.
“You’re strong and brave, and you’re going to do great.”
She forced a smile and nodded, but I could see the fear in her eyes.
“I’m scared,” she said, her voice shaking.
“I don’t want anything to go wrong.”
“I know,” I said, holding her hand tighter.
“But the doctors and nurses are the best in the business. They’ll take good care of you.”
As we reached the surgery room, the nurses and doctors rushed around, preparing everything for the procedure.
My wife squeezed my hand one last time before being led away to the operating table, and I watched as she disappeared through the doors.
I couldn’t help but feel anxious and helpless as I waited outside.
I knew my wife was in good hands, but the thought of her going through the surgery alone was hard to bear.
All I could do was pray for her safety and wait patiently for the news that everything had gone well.
Just then, the nurse walked up to me with a smile on her face.
“Don’t worry, sir,” she said.
“Your wife is in good hands. And don’t worry, we’ll make sure to save some of the good drugs for you too.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her joke, which helped ease some of the tension. I knew everything would be okay, and my wife and I would come out of this stronger and more united than ever.
A Father’s Emotional Rollercoaster
At 5:15 PM, my baby girl finally made her way into the world. As she was brought out of the surgery room, I couldn’t believe how beautiful and perfect she was. She was so small and delicate, with a head full of dark hair and bright, curious eyes.
I was relieved and grateful that she was okay, and tears of joy streamed down my face as I held her in my arms for the first time.
I couldn’t believe that this tiny, perfect little being was my child and that I was finally a father.
But as happy as I was to see my baby girl, I couldn’t shake off the worry and anxiety I felt for my wife. She was still inside the surgery room, and I knew the procedure had been long and difficult.
I tried to stay strong and positive for my daughter’s sake, but I couldn’t help but feel scared and worried.
All I could do was wait, hope for the best, and pray that my wife would come out of the surgery safely and healthy.
Finally, my wife was brought out of the surgery room after an eternity. She was pale and tired, but she was alive and okay. I couldn’t help but burst into tears as I saw her, overwhelmed with gratitude and love.
As we were reunited as a family, I knew that we had been through a tough and scary time but that we had come out on the other side stronger and more united than ever.
Unfortunately, my wife could not see the baby until the next day, so I took pictures and videos of the baby in the baby room and showed them to her.
Despite the disappointment of not being able to hold our daughter right away, we were both filled with joy and excitement as we gazed at the images on the screen.
We knew that this was just the beginning of our family journey and that we had a bright and beautiful future ahead of us.
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