In the past 39 weeks and 4 days, I watched a number of movies with romantic stories on pregnancy, talked to a dozen friends who recently gave birth and imagined this moment, a million times based on all the gathered information. I wondered how would it feel like, will I be as happy as on my wedding, as nervous as my first job interview, as clueless as..., as excited as..
The first voice that woke me up, was weak and irregular at first but then it grew stronger and rhythmic. It was the sound of a baby crying, 'My Baby' crying. I felt like jumping up and looking for the baby but my lower half was anaesthetised and upper half was captured in wires, monitors and oxygen mask. My excitement overcame the sedation and I asked the people (doctors and staff) around me, "Is it the baby? Is it a boy or a girl? Is it fine?" One of them said, "We'll tell you soon". And then I was lost.
"See, this is your baby and she is a baby girl!" This was the second voice and here it was.. My Moment! A moment nothing close to what I had imagined this whole time. I saw her, wrapped in a green cloth, only the face was visible, the most precious and beautiful face I have ever seen or imagined in my life- Tiny nose, closed eyes, cute hair, open mouth and a very gentle sound, as if wondering where is she. They held her close to my face, I was so happy, I didn't even know how to express it, I just remember kissing her face, the softest, most delicate thing in the world. That was my very own, unforgettable and unimaginable MOMENT!
A night before Pari was born, I was admitted in the labour ward along with many other expecting mothers. I spent almost 15-16 hours listening to some or the other lady screaming on top of their voice in pain and honestly, I was scared to death and couldn't sleep, all alone. Actually, I was not alone. there was someone awake whole night, empathizing with me and assuring me that she is there for me, and I don't need to worry. She was my mother. Just listening to her voice or reading her message comforted me and made me sleep. Exactly 24 hours later, my newborn was feeling uncomfortable in this new environment, she was missing her cozy home and was unable to sleep, and the whole night me and my husband were awake every time she needed us. Although I couldn't move that night, To our surprise, she recognised my voice and my talking to her made her stop crying, my touch made her sleep. Within 24 hours, this is how I transformed from a daughter to a mother and got a new LIFE!
My husband loves gadgets and is never tired of reading and watching youtube videos about them. He bought i Phone 7 last year the day it was launched. He is neither a spendthrift nor a miser, but values money a lot. So he bought it because he was very fond of it and it is one of the most prized possessions for him. Many a times it slips from his hand and is about to fall, once from 14th floor balcony too..and at those times he looks at me with a terrorised face- "Thank God! It almost fell down, how much would it have cost me!". On the first night with Pari in the hospital, it happened again, the phone slipped and he caught it somehow and gave me the same look. But do you know what he said- "Thank God! It almost fell down, it would have disturbed her sleep!". This is how priorities change in the wink of an eye, within a second our daughter's sleep was priceless and nothing was more dear than that. Me and my husband thus found a new version of LOVE!
When they showed my baby to me in the operation theatre, I was overwhelmed, very excited and speechless. I literally could not breathe for a second but could not hold my happiness too which made me laugh like a crazy person, or a donkey may be. Outside the operation theatre, they called my husband and showed Pari to him and then he was sent downstairs to the reception to get admission papers ready for the baby. He was not in his senses, walking with his mouth wide open and showing his teeth like a toothpaste commercial model. He called the lady in the counselling department, "Excuse me!" and after that could not talk at all. He opened his mouth to speak something and he would just laugh, finally she congratulated and calmed him down and he told her that he needs admission papers for his new born baby. We are both jolly and happy people with more than average sense of humor and we laugh a lot and on top of our voices. But this was a completely different version of LAUGHTER!
Today my daughter turns 1 month old and we affectionately call her "Pari" (angel). This post might not have anything inspirational but it pretty much explains how my angel is a new version of my
Life, Love and Laughter!
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