Ciggy Ciggy!

I was still in the office when I received wife's call that she is going to deliver probably the following day thursday. I asked her what are the delivery complications if you have pre-eclampsia? She said, "there's nothing to worry about since they can control my blood pressure... and they're first choice even is a normal delivery. All they will do is pop my waterbag, insert a tampoon-like gel that would open my cervix, stick me with an IV that opens my cervix even more and wait for the baby to slide away." That's a big relief. And even bigger when I browsed through the net and it assured me that in these modern times (which I completely forgot that I am living in the 20th century because of the barbarity of the circumstances and the word survival) pre-eclampsia can be well managed all througout its course. You can read some here.

And so my day went on like a whistle . Like a sailing leaf through the unseen waves of the air, my mind drifted to a plateau of lightness. The sun's rays are piercing my heart with joy I bleed smiles. I am making footprints of relief - I drip of it.

Until the poetry was cut short with a shrieking mobile phone.

"Love, the doctors said if they will do the delivery tomorrow it might make matters worse so they will do that today. They are sending me now to the delivery suite. What time are you coming?" and she all blurted it all out like a fire alarm. I paused and stared at nothingness. I don't know what to think because the last time I checked I am making poems.

Back to reality. There goes gravity.

I ran to the delivery suite but I can't find her. I don't know why I am panicking. Maybe because I don't know? I mean I have no idea of what will happen. I ran back to the ward and just in time she is just going to be transfered. The doctors are very careful not to upset her because anytime her blood pressure can skyrocket to 170 over 120; the reason why she was sent to the delivery suite, she just hit the mark. Two intravenous tubes were drilled to both of her hands. One is saline because she is not allowed to eat anymore and the other is magnesium to stabilize her blood pressure. And she said magnesium makes her whole arm like an anvil and somebody's hammering on it. And there I was in the corner feeling helpless again. Another doctor came in, opened up a foil to what seems like a tampoon. She said this is going to open her cervix. They inserted another drip that will stimulate her cervix to contractions. They gave her nifedipine and labetalol for her blood pressure and they took 4 vials of blood from her. Sounds like a good trade. And then she was unconscious.

Four hours has passed when the doctors came back to check her cervix. She is already having labor pains. It was open but it wasn't open enough.

Another four hours has passed and they're back again but still the cervix is too shy. But the labor pains weren't. They're letting us know what labor pains really are.

Still another four hours and it's just too lazy to open. This time, my wife can feel the labor pains to the extreme. And her blood pressure is up the ceiling. Another dose of labetalol and nifedipine. If you have pre-eclampsia the last thing that you want to happen is a consistent hit over the 160 over 115 mark. Which lead us to this decision:

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