A Letter to Aiden

01 June 2007, Friday

Dear Aiden

A year ago, today – mummy was scheduled to deliver you by C-section at 11am. This was the long awaited moment by both mummy and daddy, as we waited in anticipation to see you arrive into our world.

Mummy was wheeled into the operating theater at 10am and waited at the corner of the waiting area, whilst watching the nurses and doctors move around going through their daily chores oblivious to an anxious mother, scared out of her wits, wondering if everything will be okay and if you will be delivered safely.

Then came the time when two of the nurses wheeled mummy into the Operating Room # 9 (I can still remember passing by each room). It felt extra cold in there and the room smelled of antiseptic wash. Both the gynecologist and anesthetist were already in the room chatting away, and soon prepared mummy for the operation. Mummy was put on local anesthetic to numb the lower body and soon the drug took effect and all mummy could do was move her upper arms and body.

It was a frightening moment when the doctor said that he was ready to make an incision, and mummy prayed hard that the drug was working at the optimum level – 200% if possible! There was a lot of movements and the doctor was telling me soon that they were going to extract the cord blood for storage. Yes mummy and daddy opted to keep your cord blood as medical insurance. At this point in time, mummy kept talking nonsense to the anesthetist, like asking him what the graph means, why are there so many buttons and knobs and even said that the machine used to monitor heart rate, blood pressure looked like a DJ console.

It certainly felt like an eternity but soon I heard the matron said that she could see your head – and the doctor said that there are about to take to baby out. The first words that the matron mentioned was, "Wah! This one's got a lot of hair". A few seconds later, you were born and announced to the world of your arrival with little screams which sounded like beautiful music to mummy's ears.

From that moment on, all fears and worries about the operation went flying out the window, as all mummy could do was focus on your cries which went from one corner of the room to another. I assume they were cleaning you and preparing you to be weighed. Shortly after, a nurse brought you to my side, and all mummy could do was smile, kiss your cheek as tears rolled down mummy's own. No words can explain the immense joy the first time I saw you after waiting for 9 long months. The feelings are also shared by daddy when you were brought into the waiting room.

Have a blessed birthday my dear son with many many more to come. Mummy and Daddy loves you.


With All My Love,
Mummy