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Recovering from a c-section takes a long time, but it can be done. After spending three long and tiring days in the hospital, I was finally allowed to go home.
Looking back, I thought I couldn’t do it. But when you’re left with no other choice, you risk everything and just go on. I’m just really grateful to God that the surgery was uneventful.
It was a random Friday. The sun was up and the day seemed full of life and vigor. The road to the hospital was busy and one wouldn’t possibly feel any hint of the approaching danger in the air…
The hubby and I got up early to pay a visit to my Ob-Gyne for my prenatal check-up. I was at my 33 weeks of pregnancy then. She was friendly and warm, as usual. She asked how I and the baby were. Casually, I shared with her about the baby’s seemingly lesser movements the past days which I attributed to the limited space in my womb. The baby’s getting bigger, after all.