#napowrimo 22

[torrentialmonsoon]

My Birth Story - Part 1

Last year at my 38th week appointment, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure. I was told to think about induction as high blood pressure is very dangerous for myself and the baby. The OB gave me the option of coming back 2 days later and having my BP checked again, and if it was normal, then we would go with the flow and wait for baby to arrive on his/her own (we didnt know the gender at the time even though we tried to find out). But if it was high again, it's recommended that I be induced.

I took the option of waiting the 2 days to see if it would become normal. Went to the clinic 2 days later, and low and behold, it was still high. I was already 1 cm dilated as well. My induction was booked at the hospital for April 15th.

I got my induction done. If you don't know about it, it's VERY painful. I cried. It isn't the worse pain I've felt though. The worse pain was when I was getting tests done at the fertility centre because I have fertility issues, and one of the procedures is to get your tubes flushed with water. That was something. I never want to do that again. Worst pain I have ever felt. Back to my story, after induction, they send me home and tell me that they will call me to come back the next morning. I went back the next morning, and they did some tests and said we will call you. Go home again. So I went. On the 16th, they called me back and said to come around 5 pm. We went. With all our bags that have been packed for many, many days. I wait 2 hours in the waiting room.

As I wait, I see woman after woman, coming in, visibly in strong active labour. As if they were about to pop a baby out any minute. They were sweating, breathing so hard, and in so much pain that they couldn't even speak. They all get priority before me, and rightfully so. A nurse comes towards the waiting area and calls my name. I was like, "finally!" She comes to me and says, the OB would like to speak to you in a few minutes. I said, "okay" and the nurse walks away. I sit back down and wait a few more minutes. I'm updating my husband as he isn't allowed in the hospital until I've been checked in completely. Covid rules. So annoying. He's waiting in the parking lot. It has almost been 2 hours. I can't imagine what he's thinking and going through. I'm sure time must have been like molasses for him.

The nurse calls my name again, and this time is accompanied by an OB. I walk behind them as they take me to a private room, which is actually a shared post partum area with tons of beds. They ask me to sit down and I'm now getting nervous.

"We wanted to ask you if you'd be willing to go to the Trillium hospital about 15 minutes away. Our hospital keeps getting pregnant woman after another in labour and babies keep getting born. Unfortunately, because it's the long Easter weekend, we are also under staff compared to the amount of babies that are being born. Would you be comfortable with going to Trillium instead? I don't want you to keep waiting as you're hitting the 24 hour mark with your induction already. I've already spoken to the OB there, Dr. Chu. She is absolutely amazing and they said that it's not that busy there. Because we are all under one system under Health Partners, they already have all your information. All you have to do is agree and I can make the phone call to let them know you are coming."

I call my husband and ask him what he thinks. He says, yes, we shouldn't wait any longer. Let's get going to the other hospital. We drive to Trillium, I enter the main entrance while Saqib parks the car. They ask me about any covid symptoms and the guy at the reception says, "You're the third pregnant patient they have sent in just the last few hours today." He was very nice and shared that the walk to the Labour and Assessment unit was very long. He offered a wheel chair for me to sit on. I decline politely, and regret this decision as soon as we start walking.

I get to the unit, they check me in, ask me a bunch of questions, I get changed into a gown. Dr. Chu pops in and says hello. She sounds super lovely and I feel a huge relief take over me, thinking I'll be in good hands. She says, "This baby has been through all of Mississauga today to just be born!" I smile and agree. And I tell her that the baby is ready to be born now. I'm finally checked in and go to a private room. I get attached to lots of wires that will monitor me and the baby. I'm finally allowed to call my husband in and I feel grateful to have him by my side.

The nurse is lovely and is pumping all the fluids and hormones in to me that are needed for me to continue the birthing process. The OB comes in again and says that they are going to break my water now, and she does. I thought it would be very painful, but it wasn't. But I did have to do lots of breathing while she removed the instruments from inside me to trigger the water breaking. She also checked my dilation and I was at a 2-3 cm.

The OB said to continue monitoring the contractions, that I'll start to feel them soon. And to let the nurse know if I would like the epidural. The nurse gives me a couple of juice boxes to drink to get the baby moving. And tells me I should eat some food that my husband brought. I eat it and I go to sleep.

At around 3 am, I really have to go to the washroom but I need help because I'm still attached to all the wires. I buzz the nurse, she comes in and helps me out. She then says that she will check my dilation. I'm at 5 cm now. But I feel no contractions. She offers that I take the epidural if I'm interested, so I can go to sleep after that. I decide to take it. It's not as painful as I thought. The OB steps in and says that her shift ends at 8 am and the other OB on duty will come in to check. If the baby doesn't arrive before 8 am, then the new OB will help deliver the baby in the morning.

The baby doesn't like the epidural that much. The heart rate starts to go up fast. Another nurse comes in to check. There are 2 nurses in now, trying to get the baby’s heart rate to go back to normal. They pump some more hormones in me and that does the trick. Baby's heart rate is back to normal, but that was scary. I sleep really well for the rest of the night.

I don't remember the exact time the morning OB comes in but she is accompanied by a few more nurses. She's very enthusiastic, wakes me up, and says she's going to check my dilation. If I'm at 10 cm, we are ready to start pushing. I'm at 10 cm now.

She teaches me how to push and I begin doing so. I don't remember how many times I did. But I kept trying. I can hear one of the nurses say that I'm almost there, she can see the top of the baby’s head. My body temperature starts declining fast. The baby's heart rate starts skyrocketing. This is not good. The OB says we may have to do an emergency C section so both mom and baby are safe. She says to my husband, I want to try forceps, I can see him and we can pull him out. My husband asks, what are the cons of it. She says, that it's very rare but there could be a spinal issue for the baby or there could be some coning of the head. But if we don't do it, it could not be good news. We agree to the forceps.

She uses the forceps and our beautiful baby is born. I can't see him but my husband watches. He's crying and says, it's a boy. More professionals rush in and take the baby. I'm on edge because I'm waiting for the cry. And I finally hear it. I say Alhumdullilah. He's all good. I am exhausted. And I see the OB pulling out the placenta. I think, oh good, I didn't have to push again for that. My husband is calling my sister. I see the OB doing some stitches. Nurses are asking if I want skin to skin. I say yes. They place baby on me and he stops crying. We look into each other's eyes and find perfection. I say salaam to him. We name him Aariz. I feel extremely nauseous. I hear the OB say okay, she won't stop bleeding. I say, can someone get the baby, I'm about to throw up. They pick him fast and one nurse says turn to your left. As soon as I do, I throw up twice. The OB keeps calling my husband, saying dad, dad. But he is too occupied on the phone and doesn't realize he's a dad now. I yell out Saqib, and he finally looks at the OB.

I pass out.

[beautifleye]

Fatigued Warrior

Able to sleep through the battle Rest is a necessity Inward parts doing more than most Attacking everything in sight Plight full of different pain destinations Swollen ankles, skin rashes, extremities frozen Many medical diagnoses Developing my own philosophy Proclaiming robust admiration for strides in the donations Unable to meet many obligations Calendar full of spreading…

[writinginnorthnorfolk]

Bustle

The bustle in a mourning house on the morning of a loved one’s death takes away your breath; it’s the solemnest of industries and the sorriest of duties. You sweep up your heart and set your love apart, petrified with the certainty you’ll not use them until eternity. Kim M. Russell, 22nd April 2023 ��Death in the Sickroom’ by Edvard Munch, found on Wikimedia On Day 22 of NaPoWriMo, the…

[fictionadventurer]

NaPoWriMo #22: A poem focusing on a single color

Dreams of Blue

O keep me in the deep blue night Beneath a cobalt sky Let the stars be sapphire As they go whirling by Wrap me in an azure cloak Atop a cyan bed With cushions of cerulean Beneath my weary head.

Let daytime keep its rainbow fair With every shade and hue. Take all the world and let me rest Within my dreams of blue

[wheatfieldspoet]

grief’s gravity

after Emily Dickinson

the bustle and breath in a house half-empty the morning after meaning is lost past death’s door is the solemnest of sounds.

out the window, the world still spins. the earth enacts its natural forces, flippant against grief’s gravity, as if loss has not just made less of life.

we sweep up the swollen heart, heavy with the weight of a love for what no longer lives. we preserve it in poetry, precious and uniquely theirs, until we unite in eternity.

— jade a.

escapril day 22: out the window

napowrimo day 22: Find an Emily Dickinson poem and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now, rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it!

[blackinkmess]

NaPoWriMo 2023 - Day 22

I remember that night as if it were yesterday, every detail so vivid. I remember the journey the time it took for our hands to meet the fire that simmered between us.  When I felt your touch something wild in me was set free. When your lips met mine for the very first time that was the beginning of a whole new life. 

[awyldepoetry]

little music-box

Odd, angular, novel little music-box fashioned from aromatic woods, reclaimed bright sun, strange little lane, winding and roundabout what a curious little place... tiny, extraordinary creatures in the pond, the trees, in the mud tiny, extraordinary bare feet and whispers of lore riding in on the breeze it was the poet, with the fountain pen, in the library and the age-stained floors are shining proof dark, not somber; full, not cluttered except the trail of open books, broken pencil-tips, sketch paper torn out, ceramic dusts and brush-kissed murky mixtures it’s so remarkably quiet; hums of nature abound and no one, no one else is around

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A. Wylde

April 23rd, 2023 NaPoWriMo 22/30

[guns-wanderingsoul]

Source: Remix from Page 22-23 of The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.

#thepoeming#shirleyjackson#hauntingofhillhousepoems#found poetry#30 poems in 30 days#napowrimo

[alixx-black]

Terminal (22): Desire

TERIMINAL: Desire - Chapter 22 - This project is an #epicpoem inspired by #escapril2024 prompts telling the story of a six-year-old with #childhoodcancer #napowrimo #letsescapril

An epic poem inspired by Escapril 2024’s prompts. For months, Aviana felt so sure that she would welcome death joyfully, even with open arms, but when she so weak that she couldn’t wake up, the panic set in and she found herself crying and moaning through the lack of control she had over her body; the next time she woke up properly, she woke up in a hospital; This time it wasn’t like the any…

[astoryscribbler]

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Lost Lullaby

Take me back.

Back to when your laughter

Still lived in this house

Your siren song a ringing bell

That echoed in every hall.

Back to when I could marvel

At your joyful angel face so bright

Look at the precious innocence 

That shone in your sunshine smile

Back to when every heartache

Vanished with a hug and lullaby

Mother’s love could heal all wounds

While holding you soothed all mine

Back to before your light was gone

Silent halls and empty arms

Take me back. Take me back

So I can take my baby back once more.

[coloradomcpoeticslave]

Earth Day (Poem #22, NaPoWriMo 2024)

By Daniel Paiz Earth Day is here and celebrated globally on this blue marble of ours, and is the focus of this NaPoWriMo post. This day is meant to bring awareness to the current state of Earth to people, especially those who are making the biggest impact (which is routinely not a good one). There’s all kinds of technology to capture images from space, as well as recording weather and natural…

[mbfrezon]

https://quiltr.com/?p=24546

NaPoWriMo 2024 day 22

As I went to fill a bird feeder today, the cardinals really giving me the what-for, I wondered how much propane I had left. There I found a surprise and gauges that said about 35 whatever, so plenty to get … Continue reading → Continue reading →

[pattytacuri]

Happy Poetry Month! Napowrimo-Day 22

🤣🤣🤣 The winner

[mermaidspen]

{Day 22/ NaPoWriMo '24}

Prompt: Melancholy in a repose

[mabhsavage]

NaPoWriMo Day 22: Robin

Image shows a Robin on a spiky branch of bramble. Free WordPress Image. The robin comes every day now Brown and red Earth and fire Creature of air Sitting serenely on the wicker pot Hopping from fence to tree Looking through the window Head cocked in curiosity I think we all mimic Without realising 3 humans standing Rapt Motionless With heads to one side While the robin assesses…

[secretsinthedarkthepodcast]

NaPoWriMo 2023 Day 22: Heart! We will forget him!

Emily Dickinson's Heart! We will forget him! if it were written by me

Day 22’s prompt might just be my favourite because I did learn writing poetry from the fact that I read something and felt it incomplete. And today I get to do that with Emily Dickinson’s beautiful verse with her dashes and her evocative rhythm. I have to add some of my words, delete some of hers, rework it to sound like I have written it. I chose one with less dashes than she is known for but…