Emotiile nasterii

Emotiile nasterii

Sambata dimineata, Adela Popescu a adus pe lume un baietel superb. Am fost acolo, pe holul spitalului, si i-am urat Bun venit pe lume! micutului inca din primele minute de viata. Nasterea este un miracol, iar bucuria momentului este pur si simplu coplesitoare.

EN: Saturday morning, Adela Popescu gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. I was there, in the hospital, to welcome him to this world, since his first minutes of life. Giving birth is a miracle, and the joy of the moment is simply overwhelming.

“Alo, Dana? Naste Adela!” – l-am recunoscut cu greu pe Radu, a carui voce era brusc mai subtire si mult mai tremurata ca oricand. Nici nu stiu cum m-am imbracat si m-am suit in masina catre maternitate, dar probabil ca am stabilit un record de timp scurt pentru o iesire din casa.

Parcasem departe, nestiind daca o sa gasesc loc chiar in fata spitalului, asa ca ultima strada am alergat-o de la un capat la altul. Cand am ajuns la receptie, gafaiam, cam ca o femeie care urmeaza sa nasca: “Unde e Adela?” intreb si mi se raspunde ca la etajul 5 este sala de nasteri, iar la 3 o asteapta toti cei din familie. “Ma descurc!” am raspuns si am tulit-o in primul lift. Evident ca am apasat butonul…5. Nu voiam sa intru peste ea in sala de nasteri, dar pur si simplu am simtit pe moment dorinta de a fi cat mai aproape posibil, intr-un astfel de moment. Cand s-au deschis usile liftului, am zarit imediat inscriptiile: “Sala de nasteri 1”, “Sala de nasteri 2…”. M-am oprit in prag si am auzit un urlet puternic si continuu de nou nascut din sala cu numarul 1. “Cum ar fi sa fie al Adelei?!” – nici nu apuc sa imi termin gandul, caci chiar de acolo iese o asistenta draguta care, recunoscandu-ma, imi spune: “Tocmai a nascut!”. “El e? Pe EL il aud? El urla asa puternic?” Mi se raspunde ca el este bebelusul asteptat si ca este de nota 10. Moment in care imi tasnesc lacrimile. Ma gandesc la Adela, la Radu, la mine, la Vlad, la Radu al meu…nici nu stiu cate imagini mi-au trecut prin cap intr-o fractiune de secunda. Era clar ca e un bebe sanatos la cum tipa.

In lift, coborand la etajul 3, asistenta imi spune ca pot avea eu placerea de a-i anunta pe Radu si pe restul familiei de nasterea micutului, daca tot s-a nimerit sa fiu acolo la primele lui strigate, auzite din spatele usii de la sala de nasteri cu numarul 1. Va dati seama ca am iesit urland, cu lacrimi in ochi, ca “A nascuuuuuuttt!”. L-am pupat pe Radu prima oara, evident, sa-l felicit pentru un bebe “care urla continuu, stai linistit, l-am auzit, e sigur un bebe puternic si sanatos!” – cam asta imi aduc aminte ca le spuneam in acele momente si ii pupam pe toti din familia lor.

Odata cu nasterea Adelei mi-am dat seama ca altfel vad acum lucrurile, ca mama. Acum cuprind amplitudinea momentului, anticipez emotia mamei, bucuriile nemasurate ce vor veni, clipele de fericire pura… acum STIU ce va urma. Pe cand la nasterea lui Vlad (si cred ca asta se intampla la orice prima nastere a unei mamici) eram pur si simplu depasita de bucuria si emotia momentului. Sa ne intelegem, eu sunt o fire analitica, genul care face scenarii, care anticipeaza, care ia in calcul orice posibila situatie ce va urma… iar de data aceea eram pur si simplu socata, luata complet prin surprindere, emotia fiind de neconceput. Cand i-am auzit strigatele lui Vlad de la sosirea pe lume, instantaneu mi-au tasnit lacrimile de fericire. Nu era nimic rational, era emotie pura, nefiltrata, nemarginita, totala. Extaz. Ala a fost. Si apoi prima masa la san, iarasi, emotii noi, senzatii complet noi… ma uit peste poze acum si vad ca aveam o fata plansa, rosie de bucurie si, nu in ultimul rand, mirata! Viata imi facea cel mai frumos cadou in acele momente.

Si de aceea acum o nastere, mai ales cand vorbim de cea a celei mai bune prietene, a surorii tale practic, ma emotioneaza profund. Pentru ca acum inteleg.

Adela, Radu, dragii mei, va doresc sa aveti un baiat sanatos, care sa va aduca multe momente de fericire, care sa fie vesel, iubitor, inteligent, intelept si visator ca voi! Va iubim pe toti 3.

P.S.: Vlad moare de nerabdare sa-l cunoasca pe viitorul lui prieten cel mai bun, un frate practic.

“Hello, Dana? Adela is giving birth!” – I could hardly recognize Radu, whose voice was suddenly squeaky and trembled. I have no idea how I got dressed and rushed to the maternity, but I have probably set a record for the shortest time needed to get out of the house.

I parked far, not knowing if I would find a parking spot right in front the hospital, so I ran from one end to the other of the street. When I got to the reception, I was gasping for air, much like a woman who was about to give birth: “Where is Adela?” I ask and I am told the delivery room is on the 5th floor, and the family is waiting for her on the 3rd floor. “I’ll be fine!” I replied and ran to the nearest elevator. Obviously I pressed…5. I didn’t want to go into the delivery room with her,but I just felt the need to be as close as possible in such a moment.  When the elevator doors opened, I saw the signs right away: “Delivery room 1”, “Delivery room 2…”. I stopped and heard a strong continuous cry of a new born from delivery room 1. “Wouldn’t it be great if it were Adela’s?”- I don’t get to finish my thought, because a nice nurse comes out who, recognizing me, says: “She just gave birth!”. “It’s him? I’m hearing HIM? He screams so vigorously?”. I am being told that he is the expected baby and that he received a 10. And I burst into tears. I am thinking about Adela, Radu, me, Vlad, my Radu…so many images pass through my head in the blink of an eye. It was clear he was healthy by the way he was shouting.  

In the elevator, while going to the 3rd floor, the nurse tells me I can have the pleasure of announcing Radu and the rest of the family about the baby’s birth, since I happened to be there for his first screams, heard from behind the door of delivery room 1 . You can imagine I ran out screaming, tears in my eyes, “She gave biiiiiiirth!”. I kissed Radu first, obviously, to congratulate him for a baby who “screams continuously, don’t worry, I heard him, he’s definitely strong and healthy!”- that’s what I remember saying in those moments while I was congratulating the entire family.

With Adela’s birth I have realized that I see things completely different now, as a mother. Now I can grasp the amplitude of the moment, I anticipate the mother’s emotion, the unmeasured joys that will follow, the moments of pure happiness…I KNOW now what will follow.  At Vlad’s birth on the other hand (and I think that happens for every mother’s first birth) I was simply overwhelmed by the joy and emotion of the moment. Let me be clear, I am an analytical type, I make scenarios, anticipate, take into account every possible outcome…and this time I was just shocked, completely taken by surprise, the emotion being unimaginable. When I heard Vlad’s cry upon entering this world, I immediately burst into tears of happiness. There was nothing rational, just pure emotion, unfiltered, no boundaries, complete. Ecstasy. That’s what it was. And then the first time breastfeeding, again, new emotions, completely new sensations… I am looking through the photos now and I see my face looked like I was crying, red with happiness and, not least, astonished! Life was giving me the most beautiful present in those moments.

That’s why giving birth, especially when it happens to my best friend, practically my sister, is profoundly emotional to me now. Because now I understand.

Adela, Radu, my dears, I wish you a healthy boy, who will bring you many moments of happiness, who is happy, loving, wise and a dreamer like you! We love all 3 of you.

P.S.: Vlad is dying to meet his future best friend, practically his brother.