“You are doing awesome…….one more push……doing great……One more push…….one more! One more! One more …… here you go …… here you go …… almost there ……. 5 4 3 2 1 push …..push ….. push……push….. and…..here you come baby……. here you come …… got you……welcome baby! Welcome! ………. .” The doctor’s voice faded as the new born’s screaming subdued all the noises in the labor room “Owaaaa owaaaaa owaaaaaa owaaaaaa”…….
June 26. 2015. After 30 hours of labor, Arjya was born on a Friday night at 10:30 at the Women’s Hospital of Greensboro with two witnesses from my family: my husband and my mom.
The doctor’s expert eyes examined him in few seconds and he put him on my chest, covered with the vernix caseosa. This little human being was inside my tummy for last 9 months 2 weeks and 5 days! The epiphany of that moment vanished everything from that room, other than two of us….I wrapped him with my two hands “It’s okay! It’s okay! Everything will be fine….Mom is here. You are here with me. My baby! Thank you thank you thank you for being my baby. Thank you so much. Mom loves you so much. Mom loves you so much…..” as I whispered to him, he became quite, as if he understood every single word I told him. Did he try to look at me? Did he try to tell me something? I know that he did! I stroked him with my fingers. I touched him gently. Is everything okay? Is he okay? Is he breathing okay? He was lying on my naked chest. His skin was on my skin. Heartbeats on my heartbeats. All of his fingers were holding one of my fingers…..Ohh I started crying looking at him. Right at that moment, heaven was right there in that labor room!
“Would you like to cut the cord?” The doctor’s voice brought me back. I still regret not to have a picture of that moment. “Okay! Yes!” I looked at my husband only to realize that he was in tears, I knew how thankful he was, for me, for us, for Arjya. I looked at my mom. Head down, hands together, thanking God, crying. Did it hurt when he cut the cord? It did! It did hurt a lot! It may sound stupid, but my heart wrenched grasping in the fact that the special bonding I made through that cord with my son in last 9 months 2 weeks and 5 days is now gone! At the same time, I knew the bonding we are going to make from this moment will be forever. I knew that he will be always special to me, to us. I knew that I’ll hang a frame somewhere in our house saying “and so together they built a life they loved….”
“I will do the stitches while you are holding the baby. It looks like you have consciousness in your legs. Tell me if it hurts when I do the stitches. He made a pretty good tear!!” The doctor smiled at me. It took him time. I needed thirteen stitches. It didn’t hurt or may be I didn’t feel anything. I was not present there. I was not in that labor room really! I was so lost in seeing him, feeling him, smelling him…..“How come does he smell so good? What does he smell like?” He is beautiful! He is perfect! I kissed his head, his fingers, his forehead. I couldn’t have asked anything more from life. “Thank you for being my baby! Thank you so much! Thank you so much!” I was crying like a baby while whispering to my son.
A Little Bit of Heaven is a 2011 American romantic comedy drama film, starring kate Hudsom and Gael Garcia Bernal.