The D Day....

I was the first to be wheeled in to the labour room.Four of us were waiting ,to be cut open.I was not tense..I was just anxious to see my baby's face.i also thought of my lil girl who was just one n a half years old, and missed her terribly.whenmy turn came ,at last,all I wanted was to be done with it,at the earliest.The injection made me numb.The doc said something,n I mumbled,"yes...".My eyes felt heavy.....It must have been a long sleep.when I woke up,I could see faces dangling above me.where was my baby...I wanted to ask,but words failed me.I could hear my sister saying something like..'breathing difficulty.....observation..."I closed my eyes again.Those stitches had started aching..After a few hours,I opened my eyes...and hungrily scanned my bed...my baby?...no one would tell me anything?...."Please...'',I wanted to cry..but words wouldnt come out..Then I saw the doc coming up with my baby and telling me "we are shifting your baby to another hospital..he has "slight" difficulty with breathing..we are not equipped enough.etc etc....."Too much of statisics to sink in.Nothing made sense to me.I wanted to say"Take him to super speciality...amrita...''but again these words died within me...Y did I say Amrita?I still have no idea.I could not see his face,let alone hold him.I could jst make out that he had curly hair like me..they took him away..vaccum....(to be continued..)