Ciggy Ciggy!

I was thinking of Scrubs and how silly it is just to keep my sanity at arm's length while putting on the appropriate gear for the operating theater. My wife has had pre-eclampsia from her 27th week. She's now on her 32nd week and 22nd hour. When I came back from the locker room she wasn't there anymore and I wasn't allowed to go in the operating theater. Not yet. Not until they have given her the anesthesia for the C-section operation. Wasn't I supposed to be there when that happens?

When I stepped inside the operating theater, she was open arms and crucified to the operating table. They've put on curtains in front of her and I have to sit beside her so that we won't be able to see all the gory details. On the contrary I thought this event is a all bright and beautiful... only if everything goes perfectly well. Well, I have my doubts with the situation. She is anxious and scared. If that can trigger high blood pressure we don't want this pre-eclampsia to be the big E-clampsia. If everything goes fine, there must not be any seizures-- that can lead to coma, that can lead to -- we don't want to get there.

There were 3 Surgeons, an anesthetist, 3 observing OB doctors, 2 back-up nurses spectating on the side, another anesthetist beside us asking every couple of minutes if she's okay, another nurse beside that anesthetist and 2 pediatricians with their nurse getting ready for the baby to arrive. It was an expidition. Most of the people who are there are already close to my wife since she has stayed in the hospital for a month now. They don't want to miss out on the event, not even the pre-eclampsia researcher.

When they have stabilized wife's statistics they announced the commencement of the orchestra. It was also my cue to ask silly questions to my wife. Why did she have a lot of dandruff? Why is it when you are pregnant you seem to evolve? What's this spot on your elbow? What's this line on your arm? What's the effect of the anesthesia? All of which just to take her mind of the drilling (which I can hear clearly) and the suction of the splaterring blood and water on whatever crevices she has.

And then we heard a cry.

I didn't have the chance to get hold of myself I jumped out of my seat and there she was crying her lungs out on the doctor's hands. She was immediately grabbed by the pediatricians and I didn't know what happened next because wife pulled me back and asked me how is she? So I ran to what seems to be the slowest of time and jumped on the pediatricians corner and unsheathed my glowing Nikon D90 and kaching!!!!




I ran back to wife and showed her the picture and she was crying out for her baby. The woman wants her baby! The baby was still crying when they brought her to wife and then like magic she hushed the baby and it stopped crying. That was really something. I wonder if I can do that too.

The doctors were amazed of how little blood she shed for the operation. The operation was a success as I see the medical team exchange smiles and well dones. She was perfectly zipped-up with no complications and no signs of post-eclampsia.

Our battle with pre-eclampsia is coming down to its end. The baby's singing scared it away.

I still need to give this journey a proper close though...

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