Baby G was born at 1550 GMT and my husband had to leave at 1830 GMT to tend to chubby kid at home. So, we were left with each other, I on my bed feeling quite exhausted and she in her cot next to my bed within arm's reach. The midwives came around periodically to check on us and before long, lights were off and we were left in the quiet and calm ward. Well, not for long though. I remembered there was this lady a few beds away, taking calls on her mobile and literally quarelling with someone. The whole ward probably heard her crystal clear but no one dared to "shut her up". It was nearly midnight mind you.
The painkillers given during the C-section started to wear off and pain started to radiate around my tummy. I could not move much, always imagining that my wound would split open with any sort of movement. I timed the interval between Baby G's feed and called for the midwife on duty to help bottle feed her. Although exhausted, I was half conscious and could not really fall asleep, worrying that Baby G might need her milk. I kept glancing at her; she looked so peaceful and contented. Well, that was before she started to shriek out in hunger. There was another issue; my last meal was more than 30 hours ago and I was starving. In my sub-conscious mode, I was wondering what time breakfast was. Thankfully, breakfast came at 0700 GMT, 36 hours after my last meal. I devoured the cornflakes with fresh milk and asked for an extra croissant and chocolate drink after that.
Visiting hours was at 1100 GMT, so I was looking forward to my husband coming, so that I could have a rest without worrying about Baby G. All this while, she had just been lying still in her cot asleep and then crying and waking periodically for her milk. I felt really happy. There was this joy in my heart that I had not felt since chubby kid was born.