It was nothing like a movie scene. My water did not break at an awkward place. I was not rushed to the hospital in an ambulance and I was definitely not screaming on top of my lungs in the delivery room.
I had a scheduled C-section. One baby was in the head down position (cephalic) and the other was diagonal (transverse). There was no way I was going to have a normal delivery. And since they were twins, C-section had less risk. Was I disappointed that I will not have a normal delivery? Yes, maybe a little. Because just like everyone else I had read and heard that normal delivery is better than surgery. It makes sense for a full term single baby with no complications. But my case was different and I knew, I have more chances of having a C-section from the very beginning.
On my last doctor’s appointment, I was so anxious and thrilled at the same time. I made it to the end. YAY! The doctor checked all my vitals and gave us a green signal; we had to choose the date for the C-section. That sounds convenient but it was quite a task. We had to decide any date from the 11th Feb onwards. Well obviously, I choose 11th the sooner the better. But suddenly my mom started calling my aunts and consulting with them. I could hear the conversations revolving around the words like “Mangalwar” (Tuesday), “doopahar”(Afternoon) etc. Well this conversation was expected. A lot of people actually go to priests and take out “mohrats”(auspicious time and date for the birth). I was not very keen on this procedure. Basically 11th Feb was a Tuesday and it is not considered very auspicious. I put my foot down and decided 11th Feb as the final date. But unfortunately we didn’t get the morning slot because it was already full, so I settled for 12th Feb. Extra 24 hours. PHEW! I could do this, I told myself. During the end of pregnancy the last few days are the hardest, the anticipation, the increasing discomfort and the never-ending wait. It’s the combination of everything that can test an expecting mother’s patience.