You had just moved into the recovery room after your surgery. I could see the effect of anesthesia wearing off and you had started feeling the pain. The soft cries that escaped your lips sounded like thunder to my ears.
You wanted to quench your thirst and were biting your dry lips again and again. The doctor’s instruction were clear – no food and water for next 24 hours. Nothing should jeopardize your recovery and so I stood my ground.
The pain must have been exhausting for you. Thankfully, the pain killers worked and you dozed off. I had planned to stay awake whole night and was watching you every ten seconds. At midnight, I was jolted by your cry for help!
My first thoughts were something went amiss in the surgery. And, I was scared. The nurses and the on-call doctors were called in. I vividly remember you trying to speak but were unable to do so clearly. You kept pointing towards your face and no one could understand. More doctors entered the room in time being.
I do not remember who identified the problem first – doctor, nurse or me. But, suddenly everyone in room was talking about your jaw dropping towards right side of the face. The doctors were worried that your body was adversely reacting to anesthesia. For me, it was my worst fears coming alive.
Next thing I remember is your clear words saying, “Jaw stuck”.
Somehow your jaw had dislocated during the day and it was causing you all the pain.The dislocated jaw meant you were unable to close your mouth or speak properly.
Everyone in the room became hyperactive. The orthopedic surgeon on night duty was called in and nurses were contacting your surgeon in case of any emergency.
The doctors tried to set it back into the correct position by manipulating the area back into its proper position.All this while, you kept nudging the doctors away to stop them from touching you. They had to put you under anesthesia to fix your jaw and a heart rate monitor was attached to monitor your pulse.
All this happened in the recovery room itself and your jaw was fixed in no time. The heart rate monitor was left attached to your body for the night with its sharp beeping sounds on. I was terrified to hear it, but at least I knew you were alright.
My night was spent watching your pulse rate numbers fluctuate on that little box and keeping my fingers crossed. I was praying silently to all the Gods to keep you safe, for we had a bright future ahead waiting for us. Throughout this experience, the thought about our yet to be born child was pinching at my heart. And, I know that it also gave you strength to recover fast.
The next morning when you woke up with a faint smile, I knew our prayers were answered.
Living that night with six weeks of pregnancy is one of the daring thing I have ever done. All I wanted was to cry and hug you, but I guess motherhood made me stronger for both of us. I could not give up when you needed me the most.
Have you ever faced such an impossible situation where you wanted to give up? How did your overcome your fear. Share your story in comments. You can read my personal experience here.
I would like to thank Princy from Clanpedia for introducing me. She is a loving wife and dotting mother of two – a bookworm, traveler, foodie, blogger and an optimist.
Also, I would welcome Siduja from Mytinytigger to share her story of dare. She is a civil engineer and first time mom to a 7-month old,exploring the blogging world with adventures of pregnancy, parenting & mom life.