"Agar doctor operation ka bolay to mana kar dena," you would hear one auntie advise the mother-to-be.
They were going to induce contractions. She is on term, 38th week of gestation and AC is SGA with no weight gain this week.
"Chaar bajay admit honay ka bola hai," she said, "yaar mujhay bohat darr lag raha hai."
"First time for everything, good luck!"
"Sana, Surah Maryam parh lena please ek baar."
She left at three and got admitted, the doctor attended to her and told her that they will move her to the labor room at six in the morning. She cried a lot, she hated the beeping, the taste of disinfectants in her mouth and the white coats swarming from one end to the other. They seemed inhuman. She couldn't relate to them, she didn't even trust them. She the mother to be.
She the mother.
They were going to induce contractions. She is on term, 38th week of gestation and AC is SGA with no weight gain this week.
"Chaar bajay admit honay ka bola hai," she said, "yaar mujhay bohat darr lag raha hai."
"First time for everything, good luck!"
"Sana, Surah Maryam parh lena please ek baar."
She left at three and got admitted, the doctor attended to her and told her that they will move her to the labor room at six in the morning. She cried a lot, she hated the beeping, the taste of disinfectants in her mouth and the white coats swarming from one end to the other. They seemed inhuman. She couldn't relate to them, she didn't even trust them. She the mother to be.
She the mother.
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