Being a mother is the most beautiful emotion in the entire world. The feeling is incomparable. I was one lucky female who had the blessing of being a mother not twice but thrice. As we are all set to celebrate the woman’s day we are presenting you the story of how this determined woman bravely faced the challenges to be a mom.
There is a time in everyone’s life when one thinks and start planning a family. I was at the same point in my life. I and my husband decided to plan a family. I was very happy and with the utmost excitement and positivity in my heart, I moved ahead.
I conceived! I and my husband were extremely happy. We met the doctor confirmed the news and there begun our journey. Nevertheless, what you call happiness took a huge turn in my life. The very next day I found a piece of skin when I went to the washroom. The fear in my heart and eyes was so dreadful. I immediately called up my doctor and told her what happened. The doctor suggested an Ultrasound.
It was a Sunday; we could not find any lab open. Finally, after so many difficulties and a lot of searches we came across one lab, which was open. The doctor in the lab was also shocked, as while doing the ultrasound he questioned me, “are you really pregnant”? There were traces of internal bleeding, which is a very negative sign for an expecting mother. I was shocked and silent. I just held my husband and prayed. I was just hoping that the baby was safe and should survive.
After the ultrasound, I immediately ran to my doctor, who suggested me for a complete one-month bed rest. This was the most crucial period of my life. Every moment I just kept praying that my baby was fine. I woke up every morning with crossed fingers, hoping that all was well. I was on strong medications and injections, which helped sustain my pregnancy. The doctor did regular ultrasounds to keep a check on baby’s growth. However, there was less hope. The period was very difficult and tough to pass for both of us.
One morning when I left her house for an ultrasound, I was not prepared for what was coming my way; I went for a regular check-up. The ultrasound report broke us completely. The baby was dead inside.
Being a mother gives a feeling of completeness and there was suddenly a silence created and there was something missing. A feeling that a part of my body was dead. I went through a surgery to get the dead baby removed. The best part about my life was my husband who stood beside me like a pillar. He was very caring, supportive and he filled my heart with love and helped me regain life.
Then we again planned a baby in a gap of a few months. This time we decided to change our doctor. But again, there were too many complications. It began with a heartbeat issue. The baby’s heartbeat was low, but the other things seemed normal. Almost during the same period, the complications increased and there was no heartbeat found.
We both were completely shattered and we re-lived the entire moment. The mother shares a special bond with her child. It makes her the happiest on earth. Now you all can imagine my state of mind. My entire life was traumatised. I could not gain myself back, and I lost hope that I might ever be a mother. But my dearest husband filled me with so much care and love. I did not give up and kept trying.
I again planned and this time I went back to the old gynecologist as we realized our mistake. The doctor we chose for our second pregnancy was not a very good gynecologist; she paid no attention to how crucial my pregnancy was. Without the doctor’s support, it was not possible.
We went to our old gynecologist, and she was surprised to know what had happened in the past. She then started a treatment. She asked me and my husband to get a few medical tests and finally, she asked us to plan.
There was so much fear and doubt but I and my husband and the doctor all the three kept trying and did not give up. The pregnancy was again filled with loads of complications. Since day one, I was on injections, due to some medical complication in my reports. The injections were recommended until the 18th week. The injections were quite painful and left marks on my arms. But that was the prime reason for my sustained pregnancy. There were regular tests and ultrasounds that kept happening because this time we did not want to take any chance and there was no scope of a gap in between. At an 18th week, I asked my gynecologist, whether I could stop the injections or not. But the doctor asked me to just follow her instructions without questions.
I silently kept baring the pain but I trusted my doctor and I went with whatever my doctor was saying. My arms were filled with blue marks due to injections and I could wear only full sleeves. The doctor also suggested me to take a day off from work every week. I followed it. Suddenly at the 26th week, the water level came down and I was on complete bed rest since then. The doctor was also scared and expected that I would deliver in the 27th week, but by God’s grace weeks, kept passing and I reached in my 33rd week. My sugar levels increased and I was put on insulin but the painful injections were still going on and there was no break in that. My ultrasound frequencies increased and I used to visit the lab twice in a week.
By the 34th week, the baby’s heartbeat went too high, so I was immediately operated. Finally, by God’s grace, I successfully delivered the baby. The baby and I both were healthy. The entire period for me and my husband was very crucial. But perseverance is the key to success, proved to be very true in my case.
In the end, I would like to say, all is well that ends well. I and my family were very happy; the doctor’s effort, my patience and husband’s love, and support finally paid off very well. Once you hold the baby, you forget all your pain and worries that is exactly what happened to me.