'Are you ok?' I heard someone ask. What was going on? Who was asking that? 'What's wrong?' I asked, beginning to feel anxious.
I was lying on my back on a hospital bed. 'Stay still,' the female voice instructed, probably a nurse, 'don't try to sit up. Stay where you are.' What was happening? I still didn't understand.
Seconds, which seemed like minutes, hours even, passed as I waited for a response, what was going on? I took a deep breath and attempted to recall what could have happened. I remembered hearing a commotion... if I could isolate when that had happened, perhaps I could deduce what had happened.
Was it related to my operation? No, the doctor had said the Caesarian had been a success. I glanced down briefly to watch as the obstetrician concentrated diligently on stitching me back up.
My baby? I could hear crying, I looked over and could see my baby being examined. The paediatrician looked over, caught my eye and gave me a reassuring look.
At that same moment the nurse looked at me, smiled and said, 'he's ok.' Relieved, knowing the commotion had nothing to do with my baby girl, I asked, 'what happened?' 'He fainted!' My husband had passed out in the delivery room.
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