I don’t know why but I am having a little baby fever. Hubby and I have agreed that we are content with 2 girls and that was it. But I have been feeling a little weird these past few days. It could be because I know some friends who are about to have a baby and/or they just had a little one. Hence baby fever!!! [Please let it be just that; a fever ONLY!!] 😛
To curb my baby fever, I have decided to share Arya’s birth story with you all. I wrote it after she was born, but never got to publish it online.
Arya is my oldest and she is currently 5 years old. She is my golden girl; beautiful, ridiculously caring, a social butterfly, and independent yet won’t sleep without snuggling to me.
Here is how it all began….
Rewind – 2014
March 2013 – My husband proposing to me was one of the biggest shocks of my life. 5 months after our wedding around April 2014, I got my second shock. We were pregnant! I was pregnant. We were expecting a baby!!
A baby! That was huge. The day I found out I was beyond shocked. I think it was more panic and feelings of anxiety than happiness. But of course, we were happy. It was a dream!
My husband and I got married when I was 30 and him 31 so we knew we were biologically ready for kids. Mentally and financially, well that was another question. He was calm and collected when I showed him the pink strip, and I was a basket-case walking around in the garage of our home shivering and scared of what was going to happen. All these obvious questions rushed into my head and I was pacing as I mumbled stuff. My husband took me inside the house and calmed me down.
The next morning, we broke to news to the in laws. They were very happy but refrained from showing it. I was still very scared and in fact the joy of my pregnancy did not just rush inside me over night. It came a few month later when I really started to feel pregnant.
The first few months were not easy. I was extremely tired all the time and my body felt very weak. I think this was the result of being anemic which we found out later during the pregnancy. I had a whole host of normal pregnancy symptoms that were wearing me down. f
In August after we found out that we were having a girl, my fear subsided, and the feelings of happiness settled inside me. We both were very happy, especially my husband because he was going to get his little princess. 6 months pregnant and still trying to overcome the tiredness and pregnancy symptoms, we moved to Southern Ca for my husband’s further studies.
The next few months after August went by smoothly. We were settling into the new city, though missing home and our families terribly. When November rolled by and my 8th month of the pregnancy began, my husband and I went back to Sacramento where he dropped me at our home and his parents. He came back to LA to complete his semester and then joined me back in December.
Here comes the baby…
The waiting game began when he returned, as we anxiously waited for the arrival of our baby. Everything was set! I read through all the books, had a good amount of things for the baby, and had my hospital bag ready. It was just a matter of time.
However, my little one had other plans. She was due December 28th and I was really hoping that she would be born early so my husband could spend time with her as he had to go back to school Jan 3rd. But she finally made her presence on the first week of January 2015. My husband was already back in LA, so I had to go through 28 hours of labor without him by my side. It was the worst feeling ever however I had to understand that he could not be there because of his strict school program.
My delivery and labor experiences were not pleasant. Without hubby I felt lost and anxious; especially with my mom in law around (she meant well but I didn’t expect to be giving birth with her in the room). I also was very dehydrated from continuously throwing up from the second I arrived at the hospital. After being in labor for 28 hours, and attempting to push for 1.5 hours, Arya was born via c-section. I was just glad that my baby was safe and that we both were doing well.
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Our little baby girl had finally arrived, and she was the most beautiful little baby we had ever seen. The moment I held her; I knew my life had changed forever. And for good too! I came back to LA 5 weeks after she was born and since then, my husband and I stayed there for the remainder of his residency program. We came back home (to his parent’s house) when Arya was 1.5 years old. That year and a half was challenging, scary, and exhausting as we tried to figure out this thing called parenthood while working and studying full time. Nevertheless, nothing can replace the beautiful feelings our golden girl gave us both.