Now that I am a mom myself, I appreciate my mom more and more. It’s not just sacrifice for your little one, but unconditional love that you feel. Unfortunately, after my c-section…my wound got infected—the reason why I had on-and-off fevers these past few days. It was pure horror yesterday when I came in for my post-delivery checkup. My OB pressed on my wound over and over until all the pus came out. It was very painful. At first I was giving my best to not cry. I was making disturbing sounds just to ease my own pain…and I ended up crying like a baby. After the wound was dressed I felt a bit relieved. Though there was still pain and awkwardness every time I moved, upon hearing my baby cry…I immediately forgot everything and picked her up. I guess this is how all mothers feel. After the long wait of 9 months, the hard labor, and whatever form of delivery…those little angels are still the top priority.
When I got home yesterday, I was still so shocked about what had been done to my wound that I sent a text to my mom telling her I was paranoid about it. Wherein she called me to reassure me everything will be okay, that it had happened to her when she had me. I told her I didn’t want dad to be the one to dress my wound at home (since he’s a surgeon I am very intimidated); I made her promise that she’d be the one to look at my wound. It was a long night…dad finally came home. I was crying inconsolably, and was hyperventilating due to nervousness. I asked Adam to hold my hand. But I was still scared. And there was my mom, holding on to me like I was still her little girl. And it meant so much to me. To have a very loving and supportive mom who was with me every step of the way (of course…my dad and specially my husband too).
So I salute all mothers and all moms-to-be!