This is a sequel to my entry dated 25th Dec 2009.  During my one night stay at the maternity ward, I got to observe and somewhat deduced who is the first time mom and who isn’t.  Like I said in the prequel, I admitted myself for nothing, reacted to some false alarm and one event led to another, and wallah! I landed myself there, doing nothing and desperately needed to kill time. So I observed.  First I counted the number of fans in the ward.  All were spinning at max.  I tot newly labored mothers are not supposed to be exposed to “angin”?

Next, I got to wear the pink maternity top matched with a darker shade of sarong.  I got to know where to dispose the dirty clothes and where to collect fresh ones.  The hospital set a separate tall bin to contain blood stained clothes, next to the untarnished ones.  I got to taste the hospital food – not bad actually and we were served by a set-faced attendant who had a good memory of which hot water flask belonged to whom.  She looked stern when she was not talking, and seemed less edgy when you strike a small conversation with her, and it often ended shortly because she had other errands to run.

I got to see a bloated mom several beds apart was no more bloated the next morning.  Before I went to sleep that night, I witnessed how a mother changed her newborn’s diaper.  I saw happy faces swarming a mother and the new addition to the family, and some diligent sisters or sister-in-laws helped to hold the baby while the mother busied tying and untying her head cover.  During daytime, the ward was busy with activities and I like those hours more than the night-time in that ward.  A mother is not alone when the day is still bright.  Once the sun is gone, she had to do things by herself (changing diapers, feeding the baby, feeding herself, changing her own “diapers”) and I feel that it is too taxing for someone who had used her every bit of energy to pop a baby out of her.

On the second day, I noticed something very interesting.  A nurse was doing her rounds and injecting newborns with Vitamin K.  She was quick and efficient, yet not swift enough to make to procedure painless for the tiny ones (can ah, painless procedure??).  While the baby squealed, I could see expecting moms fixed their eyes to the nurse and the baby.  They were stunned, including me.  Yet, some newly delivered mothers or expecting ones couldn’t care less.  As if it was nothing to worry about.  Indeed, they were right.  Those who had their eyes wide open glued to the nurse (including me, bingo!) were the first time mothers and those who were nonchalant — that was obviously not their first experience.

I always believe that everything that take place  in our life offers a learning experience, if you can just put it in perspective.  See you in the next entry.