I woke up from anesthesia after giving birth, completely disoriented and exhausted. The labor had been incredibly difficult, stretching over four long, agonizing days. Throughout the entire ordeal, my parents and my husband were my rocks. They stayed by my side, offering unwavering support and encouragement. I remember their faces, etched with concern and love, as they held my hand and whispered words of comfort. They were my everything, my safety net in a sea of pain and uncertainty. The memory of their presence was the only thing that kept me going during those intense hours. I felt an immense gratitude for their unwavering support, knowing that I couldn’t have made it through without them. I envisioned the joy and excitement we would all share as we welcomed our new baby into the world. I expected to see their smiling faces and feel their warm embrace as I emerged from the fog of anesthesia. I could have never imagined what was about to happen. I was so ready to start our new life together as a family. I was excited to finally be a mother and watch my little one grow. I was excited to see the looks on my parent’s faces. This was supposed to be one of the best moments in my life, or so I thought.
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During the delivery itself, they waited just outside the doors of the delivery room, their anticipation palpable. I remember catching glimpses of them through the crack in the door, their faces a mix of anxiety and excitement. Knowing they were so close by gave me a sense of strength and reassurance. As the contractions intensified and the pain became unbearable, I clung to the thought of their presence, drawing strength from their unwavering support. When it became clear that I needed anesthesia, I reluctantly agreed, knowing that it was the best option for both me and the baby. I drifted off to sleep, trusting that my family would be there when I woke up, ready to celebrate the arrival of our precious child. It was a difficult birth, and I had been under for several hours.
When I finally woke up, the sterile hospital room swam into focus. A wave of exhaustion washed over me, but it was quickly replaced by an overwhelming sense of anticipation. I reached out, expecting to feel the warmth of my husband’s hand or the gentle touch of my mother’s embrace. But the bed was empty. My heart skipped a beat as I looked around, searching for familiar faces. “Where are my parents and my husband?” I asked, my voice raspy and weak.
The nurse, who had been tending to some equipment nearby, turned towards me. Her expression was unreadable, a strange mixture of pity and discomfort. She hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words to say. Her silence hung heavy in the air, amplifying my growing unease. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for her response, dreading what she might say. The room felt colder than before.
She hesitated, then said, “Your family asked me to tell you… they hate you.” The words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. My mind struggled to comprehend what she had just said. **Hate**? How could they hate me? What had happened while I was unconscious to cause such a drastic shift in their feelings? My parents and my husband, the people who had always been my unwavering support system, now harbored such animosity towards me? It made no sense. I felt as if I was trapped in a nightmare, unable to wake up. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I had expected to wake up surrounded by love and joy, not to the crushing weight of their hate.
“What happened?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My mind raced, desperately trying to piece together any possible explanation for their sudden change of heart. Had I said something hurtful while I was under the influence of the anesthesia? Had there been some sort of misunderstanding? Or was this some kind of cruel joke? The possibilities swirled in my head, each more terrifying than the last. I felt like I was losing my grip on reality, my world crumbling around me. All of the strength I once had, was now gone. I began to spiral out of control.
To which she replied – “I am sorry but that is all I can say…”
