04-08-2012 … I will forever remember you!
I have been quiet here for about 3 weeks … and for good reason. Our daughter Gaila Wanjiru Gathua (aka Ciiru) was born on the 4th of August,2012 at 1918hours. And what a day it was. At midnight my wife woke me up saying she had some pains and was not sure what that was about. Being the novices we are, we quickly turned to my tried and tested android app “what to expect when you are expecting” for what to look out for when you are in labor. We established that the cramp like pains were actually contractions. Soon after that the water broke. The app says that this is the point where you take a quick shower, take your hospital bag and hit the road.
It is quiet and lonely on the freeway at 2am and we just drove silently at 80kph listening to our favorite Linda Randel music not knowing what to think or say to each other. We were going to have a baby. The thought refused to sink in and so we chose to sit in the “nothing” box for the duration of the 25minute drive to hospital. At the hospital we walked in half shy and even though we had done the drill before (twice) we still went via reception to ask what to do and where to go. It was here at Kings-bury hospital that the CTG machine confirmed our expectation and the sister calmly said …”you are not going home today, you are going to have a baby… daddy please go to admissions and book in mummy”
What followed was the longest day of my life!
I sat there in the labor delivery room watching my sweetheart agonize! Her back wasn’t aching so it wasn’t even useful rubbing her back and my usual humor failed me this day. I cannot begin to describe the frustration of watching your loved one go through labor pains… 2 to 3 contractions every 10minutes, and having strangers come in and take charge over your wife!! They subject her to all manner of tests while you sit and watch- helpless! 18hours later in a matter of minutes we made the call to go into theater.
The nurses promptly supplied my green uniform and my wife was moved to the the movable bed … an ER scene was unfolding in my very presence. After short call to the bathroom, a tear or 2, and a quick prayer, I washed my face and followed my wife into theater! this was the beginning of a new phase of our lives together. We were about to meet our baby. 39 weeks 4 days later, the time had come. I took my seat next to my wife on the theater table and held her hand and put on my strongest face as the cheerful surgeons begun their work … scissors!… gauze! …
A short 5 minutes later the nurse announced “baby coming out!!” and I took a deeeeep breath and stood. Time stood steel with me as my eyes were transfixed upon our baby covered in all manner of fluids … snap! snap! I fought hard to keep away my tears and followed the nurse as baby was taken to a waiting group of very professional nurses who cleaned baby and switched on the vocal chords that had waited 9 months for this moment to show their capacity as our baby let out the loudest cry I have ever heard! I then took the scissors to cut the chord as I set her free of “mummy” after 39 weeks of attachment.
She was then wrapped and handed over to a proud daddy who was shaking by this time as he slowly walked back to mummy to introduce her to our lovely daughter. Meanwhile my mind was a turmoil of emotions … anxiety, joy, tears, laughter all compounded in my head! God had blessed our union with the most adorable little girl ever and I said a prayer for her there and then to dedicate her to God Almighty to take care of her and give us wisdom to shape her character and mould her for heaven …
Like PEGGY VINCENT, (Baby Catcher) said, “This day provided the drama I craved, the thrill of peeking over the primal edge of creation, the rush of the unexpected …” In witnessing the birth of our child, I experienced the meaning of the word miracle.
Then … It’s indescribable… You hold this newborn, and you realize you’ve got responsibilities like you’ve never had before!!
The beginning of “lived happily ever after”