It is an hour before daybreak, and I'm sitting alone on my dining table sipping hot water to soothe an achy/ itchy throat. My husband is asleep, but I can tell it isn't a deep sleep because we both have a solid agenda for the day- we're having a baby.
My caesarian section is scheduled for 3pm this afternoon and the fact that this day is nearly upon us after nearly 37 weeks of being pregnant (felt like most of this year that's gone by!) is just surreal.
I'm contemplating going back to bed and trying to get another hour of sleep after I finish this cup of water, and I hear the azaan from a mosque somewhere in the distance. I guess that makes it official- the day has begun, sun or no sun. The little butterflies in my stomach seem to take flight and turn into a blaze of triumphant phoenixes.
All I want from this day is a healthy baby and for my surgery to go well so I can enjoy the new life that I start today- baby in arms, smile on my face and endless love in my heart.
