Yonca has joined us
My daughter has joined us after a womb journey of 41 weeks and 1 day. My pregnancy passed quite smoothly. Despite a comfortable pregnancy I had chronic pregnancy flu. I suffered with a stuffy nose and ears throughout the day that made me tired from time to time. My body could not stand the pace of my very intense work and on my 20th week small spots appeared on my stomach and back, so I went to a doctor. The dermatologist said I had "Rose disease". (Rosa something something in Latin). Thank God it wasn't harmful to the baby. The red spots were gone within 4-6 weeks.
I went to a state hospital on my 32nd week to get 5 more weeks permission to work, but the doctor there said that my baby could only be a maximum of 30 weeks according to the ultrasound. But, I was sure my baby was in her 32nd week. 5 weeks later, I would be going for the 37 weeks check up.
On Friday night before getting my report the next Monday on my 37th week, I gathered all my work and did not leave work until eleven at night.
The next day I went shoppping with my husband to complete buying the baby stuff before she arrived. I suddenly got a phone call from my mum while looking at the shelves in the baby goods' market. She said that she had broken her foot and she was in the hospital. At that moment I was shocked and I can't explain how sorry and miserable I felt. Tears are still flowing from my eyes whilst writing this. We left the market and drove quickly to the hospital. She had fallen from the ladder while trying to hang out curtains and she had fallen on her ankle. The doctors said it should be operated on immediately. But my mother does not like the word surgery, so she immediately refused. At the same time, she called my orthopaedic doctor, who did the surgery for scoliosis when I was 15, to get his advice first. He is the best doctor ever! He said we needed to bring the x-rays to him. On Monday I took the x-rays to show my doctor and my father and mother returned home from the hospital by ambulance on Saturday. My sister got the news and she came home in the evening. We were very sad because of the situation, because my mother already had issues with walking. On the Monday morning after being signed off from work for my pregnancy, I quickly drove to Bakırköy. X-rays showed that my mum had to be operated on immediately. The doctor gave me the name of two expert doctors on this side of Istanbul as this was not his area of expertise. I rushed into the hospital after talking to the doctor and shared the X-rays with him. Special surgery had to be undertaken because of my mum's situation. This was not something which I could decide on my own, so I went to my parents and shared the doctor's opinion with them. We decided to go for surgery on the Tuesday afternoon. We arrived at the hospital having struggled to get out of the house as a result of my mum's situation. On Wednesday morning at 7.30 the doctor took my mother to the operation room and completed the operation very successfully.In the evening of the surgery my mother was able to walk with a walker. In the meantime I almost forgot about my pregnancy. Everyone treated me like I would give bith sooner, but my baby needed a little more time inside. My mother entered a recovery period after surgery, and my doctor forbid me to me to drive after 38 weeks. From that moment, my house arrest started. I could only go out on weekends when others could drive. I also had to prepare for an exam in November. For me, seeing my sister in the morning and evening was the only entertainment. We went shopping in Besiktas together and went walking to Besiktas to meet her after work. My mum wished that my baby could come after she was feeling better. Indeed, it was so, a month and a day after my mum's fall, my dear daughter was born on October 18th.
On Oct. 17th, we went to the hospital and I was induced. During the day my doctor checked me and kept asking the same question: "Are you in pain?". Unfortunately there was no pain at all. So my doctor decided to do a cesarean. In the meantime, before the surgery there was a sweet surprise that my high school friend, Sinem would be in the operation room with us. My doctor, Mr. Kayhan Yakin, suggested an epidural, otherwise me and my husband wouldn't be able to see the birth. This was the correct decision. After a short time I heard my Yonca's voice! (or rather heard her crying!). I know that it was love at first sight. After holding my baby in his hands, Mr. Kayhan Yakin showed us my daughter and in that moment I could not hold back my tears. I know mums can understand me. In corner of the room, she was crying and the nurse was trying to clean her body and do the first inspections. Then she brought us the baby and I could feel her little body on me. Of course, my problems were forgotten. After we had had our daughter, my husband went to upstairs to the baby's room to take pictures of her. Within a short time, I was brought to my room.When I came to the room my baby girl was still having inspections in the babies' room. Breast-feeding sessions and a difficult struggle began as soon as they brought Yonca. Breastfeeding was easier but became more difficult when the hospital staff were not there. My dear aunt, Tuba was with us for the first night in the hospital. Yonca's love was so deep for Tuba that my daughter spent the first night sleeping in her arms. On the day that we left the hospital, I still was not ready to look after the baby at home but here, ready or not, time passed quickly and I started to spend great time with my daughter.
Welcome to our lives Yonca, Angel of luck, I love you unconditionally .
I went to a state hospital on my 32nd week to get 5 more weeks permission to work, but the doctor there said that my baby could only be a maximum of 30 weeks according to the ultrasound. But, I was sure my baby was in her 32nd week. 5 weeks later, I would be going for the 37 weeks check up.
On Friday night before getting my report the next Monday on my 37th week, I gathered all my work and did not leave work until eleven at night.
The next day I went shoppping with my husband to complete buying the baby stuff before she arrived. I suddenly got a phone call from my mum while looking at the shelves in the baby goods' market. She said that she had broken her foot and she was in the hospital. At that moment I was shocked and I can't explain how sorry and miserable I felt. Tears are still flowing from my eyes whilst writing this. We left the market and drove quickly to the hospital. She had fallen from the ladder while trying to hang out curtains and she had fallen on her ankle. The doctors said it should be operated on immediately. But my mother does not like the word surgery, so she immediately refused. At the same time, she called my orthopaedic doctor, who did the surgery for scoliosis when I was 15, to get his advice first. He is the best doctor ever! He said we needed to bring the x-rays to him. On Monday I took the x-rays to show my doctor and my father and mother returned home from the hospital by ambulance on Saturday. My sister got the news and she came home in the evening. We were very sad because of the situation, because my mother already had issues with walking. On the Monday morning after being signed off from work for my pregnancy, I quickly drove to Bakırköy. X-rays showed that my mum had to be operated on immediately. The doctor gave me the name of two expert doctors on this side of Istanbul as this was not his area of expertise. I rushed into the hospital after talking to the doctor and shared the X-rays with him. Special surgery had to be undertaken because of my mum's situation. This was not something which I could decide on my own, so I went to my parents and shared the doctor's opinion with them. We decided to go for surgery on the Tuesday afternoon. We arrived at the hospital having struggled to get out of the house as a result of my mum's situation. On Wednesday morning at 7.30 the doctor took my mother to the operation room and completed the operation very successfully.In the evening of the surgery my mother was able to walk with a walker. In the meantime I almost forgot about my pregnancy. Everyone treated me like I would give bith sooner, but my baby needed a little more time inside. My mother entered a recovery period after surgery, and my doctor forbid me to me to drive after 38 weeks. From that moment, my house arrest started. I could only go out on weekends when others could drive. I also had to prepare for an exam in November. For me, seeing my sister in the morning and evening was the only entertainment. We went shopping in Besiktas together and went walking to Besiktas to meet her after work. My mum wished that my baby could come after she was feeling better. Indeed, it was so, a month and a day after my mum's fall, my dear daughter was born on October 18th.
On Oct. 17th, we went to the hospital and I was induced. During the day my doctor checked me and kept asking the same question: "Are you in pain?". Unfortunately there was no pain at all. So my doctor decided to do a cesarean. In the meantime, before the surgery there was a sweet surprise that my high school friend, Sinem would be in the operation room with us. My doctor, Mr. Kayhan Yakin, suggested an epidural, otherwise me and my husband wouldn't be able to see the birth. This was the correct decision. After a short time I heard my Yonca's voice! (or rather heard her crying!). I know that it was love at first sight. After holding my baby in his hands, Mr. Kayhan Yakin showed us my daughter and in that moment I could not hold back my tears. I know mums can understand me. In corner of the room, she was crying and the nurse was trying to clean her body and do the first inspections. Then she brought us the baby and I could feel her little body on me. Of course, my problems were forgotten. After we had had our daughter, my husband went to upstairs to the baby's room to take pictures of her. Within a short time, I was brought to my room.When I came to the room my baby girl was still having inspections in the babies' room. Breast-feeding sessions and a difficult struggle began as soon as they brought Yonca. Breastfeeding was easier but became more difficult when the hospital staff were not there. My dear aunt, Tuba was with us for the first night in the hospital. Yonca's love was so deep for Tuba that my daughter spent the first night sleeping in her arms. On the day that we left the hospital, I still was not ready to look after the baby at home but here, ready or not, time passed quickly and I started to spend great time with my daughter.
Welcome to our lives Yonca, Angel of luck, I love you unconditionally .
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