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it is a tough call to make. to end up with a big wound going across the tummy that leaves the body almost incapacitated for 6 to 8 weeks, or to have 2nd, 3rd or even 4th degree tear down below that meddles with many bodily functions. one way or the other, things will never be the same again.

maybe it’s the obstetrician’s call, but it’s the mother who suffers the consequences. spending only a night on-call in the labour ward, i think i’ve seen enough. now i see all mothers under a new light. a different perspective. mothers worldwide, i respect thou. if you are even the tiniest bit selfish, or coward, human races would have been extinct aeons ago.

but the experience was amazing. probably one of the highlight of my medical student days. i used to laugh off the saying, whenever female med students or doctors see a baby being delivered, they will straight away fall under the spell of o&g. but now, to be honest, there’s some truth in it. seeing the mother holding her baby for the first time, having suffered the symptoms of pre-eclampsia for weeks on end, and having been induced with prostaglandin for the past 3 days, was nothing short of magical.

i know mama will never never read this, coz she’s terrified of this box with keyboards that can catch virus and crashes anytime. anyhow, thanks ma. for letting me be here and have my chance at life. and i only found out that she had pre-labour rupture of the membrane at 36 weeks as well. turns out i am not so uncomplicated after all. double thanks ma, for holding in there.

enough of this mushy mushy stuff. o&g can turn anyone soft.

p/s thanks for the birthday wishes, my lovelies
p/s2 al-fatihah to sweet nurin, please let there be no other child having to suffer such horror.