MY LIFE AS KY'S MOM

KYRIEL IS BORN

Kyriel Benjamin Lorenzo C.M. (I will not give out his middle name and last name here.) was born last July 5, 2016 in East Avenue Medical Center in Quezon City, Philippines at exactly 6:24 PM. 

I was in labor since July 3rd, but was not aware that my water was leaking. My contractions were really bad and when I was finally taken to Dr. Jose N. Rodriguez Memorial Hospital in Tala at 2:00 AM on July 4th, I was told that my cervical opening was already 2 cms wide, but not enough to let the baby out. I was also informed that they do not have the capability to give me a blood transfusion, because they do not have that kind of service and it was possible that I would need a C-section. (WTF?!) Scared shitless for both my safety and the baby's, I decided to go to another hospital, but I would have to rest first and let the contractions subside so I decided to go home first and make the necessary preparations for my trip to the hospital.

So we rode a tricycle to the main gate of Palmera Springs and walked to Puregold Almar, to buy a few things and hailed a taxi to take us to the hospital in Quezon City. The trip was pretty quick. The driver was efficient, being able to avoid all the 'slow' lanes and even gave us a discount when we got there. 

The OB-Gyne was pissed at me. What? You didn't notice you were leaking amniotic fluid? Lady gimme a break! This is my first pregnancy! How was I supposed to be familiar with that stuff? I was adopted, for crying out loud! I was never told anything about pregnancy and all the shit that goes on with my body that even menstruation was quite a big shock to me way back when I was ten!!! My adoptive mom never had any other kids, never married, doesn't even know how to cook rice!!! So you think I should be some sort of expert on this shit?

I was then wheeled to the Maternity Unit and there was interviewed about my medical history for the nth time. And there we found out that I had pneumonia and the baby could be affected. I was warned that giving birth at this time, without my condition being traced, could prove fatal to both of us. I was cold. Scared. But not alone. I forced myself to be calm and not to think about anything until the horrible cramping sensations started and my womb began to heave like crazy.

I called the nurse and he told me (Yes, we have male nurses in maternity wards.) to just push and let the baby out. Then after a couple of minutes after I kinda panicked, he returned and then asks me if it was my first time to give birth. I said yes. The baby was about to come out and I was rushed into the doors to the Birthing Room. I had to push myself from the gurney onto the maternity bed. Jesus! That was like... I was at loss for words because I didn't have any time to think about anything else except the fact that my baby was pushing out. 

I was both cajoled to push harder and scolded for screaming the hell out of my lungs as I did. They told me to shut the fuck up and just push. I cussed my ass off at them and said, I can't fuckin' breathe if I don't scream because, I can't exhale!!! I did push, and five hellish, life-draining minutes later, I heard his cry. He came out as I screamed with all of my strength and there was lightning wind and rain. Literally. I mean, it was storming outside. The door to the fire exit was open and I could see and hear the storm blowing. My boy is a storm baby. my storm angel.

IT'S A HEALTHY BOY!!! 

I knew that, but just the same, I was filled with wonder as I stared at his tiny form squirming in the nurse's hands. And the rest was history. Well, not quite. I still had to go through the hell of being sewn up due to the lacerations after normal childbirth. Apparently, they weren't able to make sure that the rest of the sac came out and I was bleeding like a faucet as they attempted to sew me up. So the OB-Gyne in charge furiously ripped the surgical thread apart again after sticking her fingers down there and pulling globs of tissue and blood out. 

I was about to pass out from the pain until someone slapped a wet towel on my face to wipe it clean and asked me to scoot my ass up so they can put the diaper on. Then I had to push myself back on the gurney. That sapped the last of my strength. Unbelievable. 

I was wheeled out again and this time, I was given injections, a potassium drip was added to my dextrose drip and another was added... the nurse told me it was some sort of antibiotic. Then they checked my sugar and told me to go to sleep. I couldn't. I was worried for my boy. I wanted to hold him. Knowing my condition then unnerved me.

After dozing a bit, a nurse woke me up and put my baby in my arms, telling me to feed it. I did. I let him cuddle up to my breast and it was probably the first time I could say that I felt perfect.