When it gets a little cold, I would, most of the time, feel my stitches itch. And everytime I touch it or scratch it a bit, I remember the moment that made me believe that love is worth all the crazy pain.
I gave birth on October 29, 2010 via ceasarian section. I was anesthesized, cut open and stitched like a doll who lost an arm. I was awake the entire time. I didn't feel anything during the operation aside from my legs being lifted from the stretcher to the table. I also didn't remember agonizing the part when I had to go through almost fifteen hours of induced labor before the operation. What I would not be able to forget was the feeling after it. It was the time when the anesthesia started to wear off. I was freezing. My body quivered for what seemed like hours to me. Then there was this immeasurable pain shooting endlessly inside my body. I recognized that pain,accepted it unquestionably and embraced what it brought me- my little angel, the love of my life.
Everytime my stitches itch, I am reminded of pain..and of the miracle of love. I've gone through the pain that gave birth to
a beautiful and priceless scar..and the pain that changed everything.
I should be reminded of this, all the time... Especially today that pain is, maybe, greater than love.
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