Last year,this time, my world changed forever.
2 tiny persons entered our lives.How it happened is not a simple story.They were impatient to see this world, or at least Zoya was and poor Zeba had no choice...Here's a quick recap.
My due date was November beginning.We hoped to go till October at least.Well God had other plans.On 31st August I started getting contractions which wouldn't go away whole day.Decided to get admitted though the last diagnosis was just uterine irritability.The scan revealed that the blood flow to one baby was decreased and that I had to take more medicines and rest to prolong the pregnancy for one more month.And so started long intravenous drips, oxygen inhalation, daily labour room visits for tests etc.All was fine again and we started relaxing in spite of the daily protocol.
My in-laws came to visit me on September 3rd and we spent the time relaxing and talking.About an hour after they left,I felt as if my water started breaking.All chaos broke out.I was shifted to the labour room for confirmation.Even the doctor on duty was doubtful though I was confident of the diagnosis.My mother and husband returned to the hospital room and spent the night praying that it was a false alarm.They were unaware that I had lost a lot of water after they left.
Next day morning I informed them what happened.We then waited for the senior doctor to come.She did a scan and reported that almost all the water around one baby was lost.She discussed with the chief and decided to go ahead with emergency caesarean section.
On September 4th,2012, exactly 2 months before their due date, they arrived. By 11.45 my first baby girl was born and at 11.46 my second.I saw a glimpse of them both and heard their cries before they were whisked off to their pediatrician.
My husband was there with their pediatrician throughout the initial examination.My grandfather was called to sound the azaan in their ears after being warned not to go too near.After that,off they went to the neonatal intensive care unit for preterm care.
I saw them through photographs taken by my husband till I recovered enough to visit them in the ICU by September 6th.My heart almost stopped on seeing how tiny they were.My husband kept reassuring me and the rest of the family that they were healthy otherwise and that they would be like term newborns within a couple of months.
My girls, the little fighters, slowly advanced under the wonderful care they received in the ICU.I would go to them twice a day and hold them and talk to them.My husband would do the same every weekend.The rest of the family still had to satisfy themselves with photographs.
After about a month,we got them to our room,one at a time.On their 40th day, with Allah's blessings, we went home.
2 tiny persons entered our lives.How it happened is not a simple story.They were impatient to see this world, or at least Zoya was and poor Zeba had no choice...Here's a quick recap.
My due date was November beginning.We hoped to go till October at least.Well God had other plans.On 31st August I started getting contractions which wouldn't go away whole day.Decided to get admitted though the last diagnosis was just uterine irritability.The scan revealed that the blood flow to one baby was decreased and that I had to take more medicines and rest to prolong the pregnancy for one more month.And so started long intravenous drips, oxygen inhalation, daily labour room visits for tests etc.All was fine again and we started relaxing in spite of the daily protocol.
My in-laws came to visit me on September 3rd and we spent the time relaxing and talking.About an hour after they left,I felt as if my water started breaking.All chaos broke out.I was shifted to the labour room for confirmation.Even the doctor on duty was doubtful though I was confident of the diagnosis.My mother and husband returned to the hospital room and spent the night praying that it was a false alarm.They were unaware that I had lost a lot of water after they left.
Next day morning I informed them what happened.We then waited for the senior doctor to come.She did a scan and reported that almost all the water around one baby was lost.She discussed with the chief and decided to go ahead with emergency caesarean section.
On September 4th,2012, exactly 2 months before their due date, they arrived. By 11.45 my first baby girl was born and at 11.46 my second.I saw a glimpse of them both and heard their cries before they were whisked off to their pediatrician.
My husband was there with their pediatrician throughout the initial examination.My grandfather was called to sound the azaan in their ears after being warned not to go too near.After that,off they went to the neonatal intensive care unit for preterm care.
I saw them through photographs taken by my husband till I recovered enough to visit them in the ICU by September 6th.My heart almost stopped on seeing how tiny they were.My husband kept reassuring me and the rest of the family that they were healthy otherwise and that they would be like term newborns within a couple of months.
My girls, the little fighters, slowly advanced under the wonderful care they received in the ICU.I would go to them twice a day and hold them and talk to them.My husband would do the same every weekend.The rest of the family still had to satisfy themselves with photographs.
After about a month,we got them to our room,one at a time.On their 40th day, with Allah's blessings, we went home.
