special mention

I don’t usually gush about my love life online because I don’t quite believe in ODA (online display of affection). But once in a while, I do break away from the norm and turn into a 15 year-old again. Especially when there’s something especially special that I just HAVE to share.

Now that all has been said and done about Maya’s birth, I think I would like to take up a little space and dedicate this little entry to my husband – who is, of course, worth more than a million blog entries put together. I am writing this – to let him know how much I appreciate what he has done for me and to always remind myself that I have this incredible person in my life so that I will never be ungrateful.

He was right there in the labour room with me for the whole 16++ hours. I had to force him to go out of the room to meet and update our family members waiting outside. I’m sorry if I squeezed your hand too hard during the strong contractions. He was there when I vomited on the bed and I had vomit all over my face. He wiped it all off and cleaned me up. But I think what touched me the most is the hours after I had the operation. It was so hard for me to even walk to the bathroom let alone do my ‘business’. So he was always in the bathroom with me to accompany me and to help change whatever had to be changed. And oh yes for the first few hours your lochia (Google it up) flow would be very heavy – I stained my bed so many times. I’ve read somewhere that bleeding immediately after c-sect is heavier than normal birth. I had to change so many times as within a couple of hours the sanitary pad was already soaking wet. I know he’s afraid of blood but he did it anyway. It’s not so hard for normal deliveries because you won’t have that much trouble standing up – sitting down – walking. Maybe a little discomfort here and there but I don’t think it’s anything like a c-sect! That’s why I needed so much assistance from him. If I must say so myself, it was definitely gross and disgusting but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, right?

I know, as a husband, all that I’ve mentioned above is part of his responsibility and something that of course he HAD to do. It would be odd if he DIDN’T do what he did. But just because it is something that ‘goes without saying’, it doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t thank him or appreciate his efforts. It doesn’t mean that I should take him for granted.

So, to my husband, you’ve seen me at my best and you’ve seen me at my worst…and you’re definitely going to see so much more of me (good and bad) in the years to come. You’ve shown me an example of the great things that you would do for me. Things that appear simple but nevertheless have touched me so much that I can’t help but wonder if words would ever be enough to express how I feel about you after the birth of our daughter. I feel closer to you and more in love with you than I’ve ever been. “What are words if you really don’t mean them when you say them” so I’m not going to say much or write much, I just want to say thank you. For taking care of me so well.

Love you!