teja (teja) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-04-01 09:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | jasper bowen, rahel verma, teja jansen |
Who: Teja Jansen, Jasper Bowen, Rahel Verma and OPEN to anyone with reason
What: Post-partum visits
When: April 1st (various points in the day)
Where: Seattle Medical Center
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
Teja rolled onto her side and rhythmically tugged at the loose plastic end of her identification bracelet, her eyes focused on the slow drip of fluid into her IV line. Her body was sore but the drugs coming through the line were finally taking the edge away. Exhaustion was felt all over, but she could not sleep. She had given birth to a daughter, a princess who would be perfect.
It had been decided the childbirth would be natural, the convenience of nearly pain-free childbirth was available, but Teja shrugged the options away out of curiosity versus any health concerns over the benefits. From her arrival to the hospital to the sound of Sampuran's first cry was over 8 hours by Teja's guess, her daughter being born in the early morning of the first of April. The strong contractions lasted for hours upon admittance, walking between the contractions and backrubs helped to relieve some discomfort until the real contractions hit. Felt like waves upon waves ripping her apart for minutes at a time, the reprieve between too short to acknowledge and the pain barely abated before kicking up all over again. The cycle repeated, the frustration from the unending pain lent itself to anger, her concentration focused on the former even as she lasted out with the latter.
She remembered the demand to be left untouched, for silence, for people who were there to appear in her sight, to inquire about the people who weren't. Words berated her cousin, her husband, the doctors and nurses, her employees, even Sam. 'I did not sign for this' Teja held her breath, she didn't care. The nurses snapped a mask over her face, not caring either.
Then the baby began to descend, almost there. It was minutes still, an hour by official count, for Sampuran to make her appearance, the relief when it was over was beyond measure. There were hands holding hers, lips pressed to her sweaty forehead, but all her focus was on the miniature, coughing and screaming body in the doctor's hands, it's wet and bluish skin gaining color with each wail.
She said nothing of the accomplishment, even when her daughter was cleaned and briefly placed in her arms. Tears replaced words, Sampuran was here. She was hers.
They took the baby away for examination and for Teja to rest, and she allowed it, asking for relief once the obstetric nurse holding her daughter vanished out of the delivery room. Teja was wheeled out as well, cleaned up and put in a new bed. She knew she would see Sam again, when it was time to be fed, but for now she was supposed to rest. Patience was not as hard as one would imagine. Rest could come later, for now Teja wanted to reflect.