He is a bouncing baby boy! What with his 3.27 kg ( 8.26 lbs.),50 cm, rotund body, in the pink of health complexion, and a commanding cry for milk? Ricco Diego Santiago Quinmo is making his presence felt in all the four corners of the delivery room of Belhoul Speciality Hospital in Dubai, U.A.E.
Five minutes ago, he was still pushing his way out from his Nanay Bubot’s womb with the help of the Russian emergency doctor on duty, whom I fondly refer to as Dr. Ganda as she looks like Filipina movie actress Cristina Gonzales . Around half past seven in that morning of 21st November, after about 2 hours in that room monitoring the baby’s heart beat and Bubot’s contractions from some bedside machine, she was screaming to us that he was on his way out. Dr. Ganda was looking half worried and half hesitant to perform the operation because the ob-gyne doctor we have arranged to do it was still stuck in the traffic jam of Dubai. With her eyes fixed on Diego’s gateway, she finally made a decision and instructed the elder Indian nurse to prepare the tools. I didn’t know if she used a pin but when she spread open Bubot’s legs, she pricked something inside then I saw a burst of water came out. Then she got a syringe and injected some magic formula ( must be anaesthesia ) to the mucous membrane in between Bubot’s legs. Then got a pair of scissors to cut something down there to widen the baby’s way out. Then a sticky black ball was pulled out followed by an equally sticky pinkish mass of little body. That was him! The scene climaxed so quick but I have managed to take pictures to document the event. Then, anti climaxed when Dr. Galia, her ob-gyne doctor came rushing in. With stern face, I told her it’s done. Or I thought so, because Dr. Ganda after cutting the umbilical cord handed the remaining works to her. Remaining works which involved the placenta removal and stitching back of the cut membrane, among others ( which I have purposely avoided from my sight by taking more photographs of Diego).
I have witnessed all of these from my chosen vantage point at Bubot’s left side while holding her left thigh ( as per Dr. Ganda’s instruction to control her movement ). Well, I could have opted for the front row seat right smack Diego’s way out, but my eyes are not that wanting for such “spectacle”. For me, being there inside the delivery room the entire time of Bubot’s labor and birth giving to my legitimate namesake is already a grand bonus. Indeed!
Then, after the excitement has somewhat subsided, I remembered having illegally parked my car the night before as all the parking spaces of the hospital were full. So, I rushed downstairs to see if any parking police have discovered it, otherwise, I would have to donate 150 dirhams to Dubai Municipality ( well, it’s a “fine” city here, he he he he ). Luckily, no ticket attached to my windshield, so I have managed to relocate my car to the proper parking space.
Going back to the hospital while looking back at what happened the day before when Bubot had a blood spotting in the morning and still managed to come to her office and handed over works to her staff until 9 pm, and went home, and did work related e-mails ( while I took a nap waiting for my call of duty to drive her to the hospital ) until 1 am, I thought this is some kind of a superwoman I love and married. Thank God for this magnificent woman who gave me two amazing sons!
Dear Reader,
Five minutes ago, he was still pushing his way out from his Nanay Bubot’s womb with the help of the Russian emergency doctor on duty, whom I fondly refer to as Dr. Ganda as she looks like Filipina movie actress Cristina Gonzales . Around half past seven in that morning of 21st November, after about 2 hours in that room monitoring the baby’s heart beat and Bubot’s contractions from some bedside machine, she was screaming to us that he was on his way out. Dr. Ganda was looking half worried and half hesitant to perform the operation because the ob-gyne doctor we have arranged to do it was still stuck in the traffic jam of Dubai. With her eyes fixed on Diego’s gateway, she finally made a decision and instructed the elder Indian nurse to prepare the tools. I didn’t know if she used a pin but when she spread open Bubot’s legs, she pricked something inside then I saw a burst of water came out. Then she got a syringe and injected some magic formula ( must be anaesthesia ) to the mucous membrane in between Bubot’s legs. Then got a pair of scissors to cut something down there to widen the baby’s way out. Then a sticky black ball was pulled out followed by an equally sticky pinkish mass of little body. That was him! The scene climaxed so quick but I have managed to take pictures to document the event. Then, anti climaxed when Dr. Galia, her ob-gyne doctor came rushing in. With stern face, I told her it’s done. Or I thought so, because Dr. Ganda after cutting the umbilical cord handed the remaining works to her. Remaining works which involved the placenta removal and stitching back of the cut membrane, among others ( which I have purposely avoided from my sight by taking more photographs of Diego).
I have witnessed all of these from my chosen vantage point at Bubot’s left side while holding her left thigh ( as per Dr. Ganda’s instruction to control her movement ). Well, I could have opted for the front row seat right smack Diego’s way out, but my eyes are not that wanting for such “spectacle”. For me, being there inside the delivery room the entire time of Bubot’s labor and birth giving to my legitimate namesake is already a grand bonus. Indeed!
Then, after the excitement has somewhat subsided, I remembered having illegally parked my car the night before as all the parking spaces of the hospital were full. So, I rushed downstairs to see if any parking police have discovered it, otherwise, I would have to donate 150 dirhams to Dubai Municipality ( well, it’s a “fine” city here, he he he he ). Luckily, no ticket attached to my windshield, so I have managed to relocate my car to the proper parking space.
Going back to the hospital while looking back at what happened the day before when Bubot had a blood spotting in the morning and still managed to come to her office and handed over works to her staff until 9 pm, and went home, and did work related e-mails ( while I took a nap waiting for my call of duty to drive her to the hospital ) until 1 am, I thought this is some kind of a superwoman I love and married. Thank God for this magnificent woman who gave me two amazing sons!
Dear Reader,
I wrote this account about a month after Diego's natal day ( 21st of November 2006 ).
