Pregnancy Diaries 11: I cannot hear your bowel movements

When I tucked into my Goa Fish Curry on October 7, 2007, I didn't realise that that was the last solid meal I was going to have for quite some time. It was almost like the Last Supper, and my doctor, sniff was Judas!
 

The baby had arrived, I was kicked to my gills that it was a girl and that she had a headful of curls. Otherwise, I was in pain from the stitches, overwhelmed and exhausted.

My gynaecologist told me, "I would have been able to finish the C-section earlier. But I had to stick back 4 layers of fat you know.” He paused. “Actually, five layers of fat if you count the layer on the epidermis. So it took time." I did wonder why he stitched it back. Couldn't he have just parcelled it and thrown it out?  Then I could have just had the delivery and a partial liposuction for the price of a single operation. I thought he would be more far-sighted!

Well, now he seemed to be trying to do his bit to reduce my layers of fat.

Here I was weak and overwhelmed and practically wasting away, I thought, melodramatically to myself, and he would come every day, check my stomach and proclaim, "No solids for you today. I cannot hear your bowel movements."

On the first day, I was too tired to protest, so that was fine.

But on the later days, not only was I feeling better, I was also feeling Hungreeee. I had already started feeding super hungry baby, and doing that on an empty stomach was NOT fun.

Finally on Day 4, when he said, "I still cannot hear your bowel movements," I thought I would cry. I wanted to ask him how my bowels would move if there was no food in the stomach.

I told Worse Half that if he didn't sneak in some food, I would run away from the hospital. Without the baby.

In panic, Worse Half swung into action and scoured the landscape for Emergency Rations. He managed managed to sneak inChocolate Chip Cookies…the first bite left me dizzy with delight. It was like manna from the heavens…

 And sure enough, the  very next day, my doctor beamed at me and said “You may now start eating solids.”

A thousand Chocolate Chip Cookies points for the Worse Half.

And about a million brownie points for the bowel movement inducing Chocolate Chip Cookies. The way I attacked them, I may have added an extra layer of fat - but fortunately the doctor wasn't about to slice me back open to check!

I started feeling more cheerful, immediately.

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