My Experience at Bangkok Pattaya Hospital

All along I didn’t have as much faith in the hospitals here in
Thailand as I did for Canada. Not necessarily skillwise  but culture
wise. What’s most common. Or the fact I’m white.  That they would give
me a C section to get more money from us. Or feed my baby a bottle
when I had asked them not to. I just didn’t trust them. Concerns like
these that mounted over the months.
I’m not saying I ever fully did trust the staff. But I knew I was in
good hands. It was the best hospital we could have went to in the
area. If not in all of Thailand.

Our doctor I felt, was very abrupt at the beginning. I had wanted her
to tell me what she was going to do when she asked me to go up on the
table. I wanted to know things, to be told them so I wasnt laced with
confusion.

In the end I came to understand how we would work.
I’d  ask the hundred questions, even if on repeat, and she would answer
then to the best of her ability.
She was great. I am happy we went with her because she made me
feel like a pro in the end. And she wasn’t getting paid extra for that.

We may never know if our little Zeek needed to spend two nights in
ICU. Maybe we could justify one, but 48 hours? Apparently he had
swallowed too much fluid. And so when I saw him for the first time he
was in the clear box with two tubes in his mouth and an IV line in his
right hand.
He looked rough then but by the next day they had removed the mouth
tubes. I held him then for the first time and cried .
Our bill ended up being double what we expected at Bangkok Pattaya
Hospital… due to the ICU. Other than that the nurses were all very
helpful and nice, the recovery room was great, food wasn’t too
terrible and the doc came by to check up  on us a few times .

I’m pretty sure the entire birthing staff saw my boobs from day one. But
in the need if it all, it didn’t bother me.
I had a baby to feed and dang well if I was gonna scout out a lone
feeding space while my new baby was screeching.

It’s difficult to believe that only three weeks ago today it all
happened.
I stepped into the realm of motherhood.
And I sit so comfortably in the fact that I won’t ever not be in it.

From here on out.

Introducing

I told you something big would happen.
Something big in my life.

I’ve thought about this post for quite some time. Wondering how I
would tell it. Even though I don’t know any of you, the sacredness of
this beauty is so much that the one reveal HAS to be good.

But while trying to come up with a reveal, I’ve realized that the
intensity lies within the fact itself.
No buttery mixture or flowered intricacies are needed for this.
It holds it’s own power.

It is something I have wanted since I was in my late teens.
Something I believe I was born to be. In my heart the desire has
flicked and licked and jumped around, but  it has not ever faded.
Because it is the whispers of my life.
Unlike schooling it is the one thing I have been certain I want to
enroll in.

As of October 24th 2012, I took on the biggest title I will ever.
I became a mother.

All the recent unfolding events I cannot seem to catch and fold back up
again.  And maybe that’s partly why they are so special. I know in
time I will have them wrapped around me but for now, it’s the kind of
material that is better left to see from afar. And from that sight,
sit in the feelings it produces.

I want to write more on it all. It surely is worthy of it.

But for now I leave you with the introduction of
my son

Zeek.

The largest bucket of love I’ve ever poured on me.
The widest river of love I’ve ever swam in.
The tallest tree I’ve ever climbed.
The most love I’ve ever felt.