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Twist of Fate
By Joey Matthew
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2011 Joey Matthew
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Chapter One
When Tom was born, he brought relief to his parents who waited patiently for their first born to arrive. He was a healthy eight pound baby, screaming at the top of his lungs and thrashing around as he was gently retrieved from his mother’s womb. The nurse recounted how Tom had given a karate kick to the surgeon who grabbed him with a pair of forceps!
“Oops, I guess, I was a little too hard on him,” the surgeon had told to no one in particular, eliciting a laughter from the nervous group around him.
The team assisting with the delivery could easily make out how smart the infant actually was, just by watching the baby look around and absorb everything right away. He was like a sponge; a few months after he was borne, he has been talked about as the wonder child who could recognize even strangers if he had seen them just once in his lifetime!
Tom’s parents had been scheduled to arrive at the hospital around eight in the morning — three days before — to begin an induction, as the due date had come and gone, but no issue to behold. When Mr. Kuruvilla called to make sure they had a room for them, the hospital told them that they didn't, and to call back after a few hours. This had happened several times during the day, and finally at six in the evening, the hospital informed them to get there as soon as possible as they didn’t want to lose their place to another expectant mother. It was not the season or anything but the labor & delivery was way busier than normal!
Once there, Mrs. Kuruvilla was immediately hooked up to a fetal heart rate monitor, and a contraction monitor and had a blood pressure cuff put on her to record blood pressure. Since Mrs. Kuruvilla’s blood pressure had sky rocketed in the week prior to admission, it was a concern for the physician attending her, but Tom’s blood pressure always looked normal so they didn't have to rush her to do an emergency Caesarean section.
When it was time to give her medications, it took two nurses four tries to insert the hypodermic needle for the intravenous line and by the fourth attempt Mrs. Kuruvilla had started to cry hysterically. She begged them to stop because it hurt so much and she didn't want to go through with the poking regimen again. “Don’t you have a local anesthetic or something,” she had asked them before their third try!
Their attempts to get the needle in to her vein reminded her of her first night with Mr. Kuruvilla, who went thru the same ritual to finally consummate their marriage. She had begged him to call it a day, as she was too tired after a long day of wedding festivities. He wouldn’t take no for an answer until the deed was done; he was a happy camper with his ‘Tarzan cries’, but she was in severe pain. Mrs. Kuruvilla had thought those days were behind her, until she came face-to-face with the dreaded hypodermic needle staring right at her, wanting to get into one of her precious veins. Only this time, Mr. Kuruvilla was not standing right behind it. Finally, the nurses got it in and both Mr. & Mrs. Kuruvilla breathed a sigh of relief.
At midnight, the nurses inserted round one of the medication; they chose the mild cervadil to induce contractions and another sleep medication to put her at ease, while she waited for the cervadil to do the trick. All through the night, Mrs. Kuruvilla felt cramps and had minor contractions, but nothing major. The part she hated most was the monitors she needed to wear non-stop for several hours at a time. They were itching and was causing her skin to flare up. The last thing she wanted was for her skin to look ugly!
After two more doses of cervadil throughout the next day, all they got was about two centimeters of dilation. After sleeping it off, with regular checkups in between by the nurses — they would look into her privates with a ruler, especially the young nurse, who didn’t trust her fingers very much — the second day passed without any sign of the baby coming thru. Finally the doctors gave two more doses of another medication called cytotec the next day. Later, another fast acting medication — pitocin — was given, followed by an epidural thirty minutes later, hoping that the labor would start any minute.
“It was just weird and painful at times,” according to Mrs. Kuruvilla. Her contractions were so mild at that point, it was hard to tell how well the epidural was working, she knew, she wasn't feeling any pain at that point. There was no relief in sight and the baby was still inside her, waiting to get out, “Mama, where are you?”
Mrs. Kuruvilla couldn’t take it anymore and started crying; Mr. Kuruvilla joined her, making it a team effort. As the pitocin was not working as planned, the assisting team moved Mrs. Kuruvilla to the operating room, gave her a spinal block. She was numb from the chest down, as she told Mr. Kuruvilla, who entered the operating room wearing scrubs and looking mighty sharp. He sat down and held her hands talking to her while the team worked feverishly to get the baby out. The C-section went quickly enough, and Mrs. Kuruvilla looked incredibly exhausted and fell asleep, while the surgeon was sewing her up. The team assisting with the C-section had to wake her up and show her the baby.
Tom grew up fast and he didn’t show any signs of the labor pains his mom suffered at the hospital before he was finally delivered by a knife and forceps. As was expected, Tom was a star student in school and excelled in every subject without fail. He was the apple in each of his teacher’s eyes, and he made very good use of them.
Even when he did badly on a paper, he still got an ‘A’ as the teachers knew very well how good he was, and most of the time they didn’t even have to read his paper. While other students were nitpicked for even tiny mistakes, Tom got away scot-free. He knew the value of giving an early impression, and he caught on pretty quickly and turned every opportunity to his advantage.
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Chapter Two
“Congratulations Tom; you are the first member of the Kuruvilla family to become valedictorian in a US school!” Congratulated his father. It was a real proud moment in his life, after leaving everything and everyone behind, back in India, finally his first born was laying down his roots here, of all places — Sugar Land, Texas!
“Thanks to you, Dad; you taught me everything I know.” Tom knew where credit is due and he was not shy to let his father know that, all that hard work he had put in, to educate Tom had finally paid off. His father always made sure that Tom did his homework before he went to bed. Even when the old man was tired, he would make it a point to check all of Tom’s work before he called it a day. During his high school years, Tom was lucky that his father, an accountant knew all the answers to the math problems Tom had to deal with as a teenager.