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Emergency

That “Emergency” sign always brings a huge lump in my throat. It reminds me of all those occasions when I had to drop everything and run with no real idea of the outcome. But along with the sadness, there have also been times when the situation turned into smiles and joy.
So, Mi, I am taking your advice about skipping the sad times. Instead, lets dwell on joyful things.
I know that your favorite “emergency” was when my waters broke on the eve of Vidur’s arrival into this world. November 22. what a memorable day! It dawned bright and clear as any other – and as usual, Sury went to the recreation center in the evening for a round of badminton. I didn’t quite feel like going out and decided to watch the ocean from our window instead, sitting in a chair at my favorite sunshine-filled spot in that space between the living room and the bedrooms, which formed a sweet seating space, yet to see happy memories.
As I warmed my feet in the early evening sunshine, wiggling my toes, dreaming vaguely of November 24, which was the due date, I had this urge to visit the wash room. I raised myself, rather laboriously – oh, pun intended – and waddled on. So imagine my stunned surprise/horror when I felt a warm gush. Did I pee in my roomy pants? No. I hadn’t lost control of those parts – of that I was sure. Then what the what? This was definitely weird. So I called out to you and you were puzzled. Then it dawned on you that it must be the “waters” doing their thang.
Naturally, you were in a tizzy. Then I had the first sane thought. Calling the doc. Which I did, while you gathered the bags we had packed a month before and checked against the checklist everyday. πŸ™‚ So amusing to think of this now. The doc asked us to get ourselves over to Emergency in St.Elizabeth’s right away.
Now, how to get hold of Sury? No cellphones those days! But barely had we begun to wonder when the door opened and he walked in. After that, it was a flurry of events. In all that, I somehow remembered to drink up the porridge you had cooked for me – I’ll never forget that because you people never stopped teasing me about it for years afterwards. Then we got a taxi and zoomed off to Emergency at the hospital. This was one emergency we were very, very glad to land in! After over 14 hours of excruciating induced labor, threat of maternal and fetal trauma, I was rushed into Emergency yet again for a Cesarean. The rewardΒ  was worth all the pain.
Ah, I have a 15 year old son to prove it!

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Vidya Sury

Writer, Editor, Blogger, Influencer. I blog/create content for businesses and edit manuscripts for authors and publishers. On my blogs, I write about all the things I enjoy in life: parenting, personal development, health and wellness, books, food, travel, gratitude, mindfulness, happiness. In my free time I play with my dust bunnies and show my diabetes who's boss.

30 thoughts on “Emergency

    1. I am still scared of emergencies in relation to accidents, Afshan. Just wanted to think happy stuff this time πŸ˜€ Thanks – I am loving your blog!

  1. Ahh that’s scary… but the outcome must have taken away all the pain and fear you felt na.
    Thanks for sharing your story with us πŸ™‚

  2. That must have been a momentous emergency . Can perfectly relate with the joy you must have felt on holding your pink bundle of joy . Blessings to the young man πŸ™‚

  3. You’ve given emergency a whole new meaning by writing this post. So, finally a happy ending πŸ™‚ This made me recall my Happy emergency experience πŸ™‚

  4. so nicely said. Yes, you did bring out the best in the word “Emergency”!
    And there’s a happy ending to this story as well! πŸ™‚

  5. I like how you moved from a sad pensive memory to a happy one, all to do with Emergency. I literally lived in your post. Evocative.

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