Monthly Archives: June 2008

Leaving behind things,not memories

It has been a very emotional day for us today.We finally made up our mind and cleaned the garage.And that meant removing or getting rid of a lot of Aadi’s stuff that she hadn’t been using-like her swing,the walker,play-pen. I had no intentions of giving up this stuff..These things had too much of emotional value,but sometimes,you need to be practical. All this stuff was just taking up a lot of room and it was all in a very good condition,at least someone else could use it. So, we decided to go to Once upon A Child.The first emotional breakdown happened when,Sanj was loading all the stuff in the car.Since,everything was already packed we didn’t need to do much. But the walker was unpacked.Aadi saw it..and started playing with it.Even climbed in and out of it..all by herself!!!! So,it was the right time to give it away. As soon as Sanj picked it up, she started crying,screaming..Nahi nahi nahi..NOOOOOOOOOOO No no no…And she was inconsolable. She was crying so hard and for so long,we decided to let her keep the walker for some more time. But soon,she got interested in other stuff,and forgot about it. Of course,not before sulking and giving cold treatment to Papa!

At OUAC,they opened all the boxes -first the play pen-the lady there set it up so effortlessly,and to think,we struggled every time,we put it up. But with the opening of that first box,all the memories came flooding. Suddenly I could see everything like it was happening in front of me-everything from choosing the brand and style to seeing Aadi in it the first time.

I remembered how I used to spend hours looking for just the right stroller/swing/play-pen..then forward my searches to Sanj,then we would go visit a few stores to see the shortlisted ones. We put together each of these things,with me reading the instruction manual and Sanj,following my instructions.We couldn’t wait to see the baby using these things.

I remembered the first time,I put Aadya in the play pen..It had become her makeshift crib or her day-time bed. I used to keep it in the living room or the den. It had a detachable mobile,which would play music and nature sounds..and every time,Aadya was fidgetty,I would play the sound of water,cooing to her softly..saying again and again,ohh wow..just like mumma tummy..and it used to always calm her down.

I remembered her waving her fist and cooing and gurgling to the teddies hanging from the mobile.This mobile didn’t move.So,Sanj used to move it manually and she would coo,and they would be at it for hours together..It was so hard,seeing it there,in a strange place..I felt like we were giving away a part of our life.

Then,they set up the swing..The swing had become sort of a life saver for me. But the first few days were rough. Aadi would start crying the moment we put her in the swing. I have a video(courtesy Sanj) of me sitting on the floor, slowly rocking her,and she is crying and holding my fingers tight..and all the while,I kept telling her..Oh wow..aap toh swing main baithe ho(* you are sitting in the swing) and some other random blabbering..that I dont even remember now..And she kept crying all the time.She was a little over 1 month. So,Sanj suggested that we should let her sleep and then slowly put her in the swing,so that when she wakes up,she realises she is in a safe place.We did..and it worked. And then,life was so much easier.We had hot meals on the table,thanks to this wonderful entertainer.I would pull it up,near the kitchen entrance and finish my work-cooking cleaning etc,while she watched me,or listened to music or even dozed off.
Seeing them,set up the swing,Sanj also got all emotional,he squeezed my shoulders and said..”you remember the first time,we put her there” and I said..”I do..but please don’t make it harder for me”.
Then,they saw the stroller..Aadi slept in it one last time,just before we gave it away.And just before giving it away,I figured out that there was some sort of shield,to make it into a cozy crib.We had deliberated so much over the choice of the stroller,we had decided on the brand..but it was the color and pattern,that we were debating on. We knew it was a girl,so,I wanted to get a pink one. But we hadn’t disclosed it to our families, and so Sanj didn’t want them to feel offended and wanted us to go with a neutral color.Finally,we chose a denim with a cute pink trimming,but almost everyone thought,it was a boy’s stroller .And we used it extensively and it was beginning to show signs of wear and tear. It was time to give it up
Aadi woke up as soon as I lifted her out of the stroller. Sanj came forward and took her from me,as if he needed to feel his baby girl close to him. He took her to see her swing and told her how,we had put her in it,when she was a baby..I distractedly caught snatches of their talk,as I tried to concentrate on what the lady at the store was telling me.
When I finished,I saw the cutest thing ever-Sanj told Aadi-Chotu,we are going to leave your swing here..you used to sit on it when you were a baby..chalo,lets say bye..kissie kar do isko( give it a kiss) and Aadi,went forward and gently planted a kiss on the swing.
My heart broke,I just wanted to pick up everything and put it back in the car.These were my memories and I didn’t want to leave them there..I didn’t want to SELL them or give them away.But then,in this Nomadic life,its so hard to keep collecting things..I knew I couldn’t afford to take them back..another move may be on the cards,real soon and then,I would have to leave these things behind anyway.
My only consolation is all the pictures and videos that I have..that way,my memories will be safe..
We used the money that we got from selling this stuff,to finally get the new stroller that we had been putting off.We had initially planned on getting a cheaper stroller..but,when we went to the store,we really loved this stroller.But it was way beyond our budget..and as a rule,we never charge any of Aadi’s things to the Credit card. The money we got at OUAC just added up perfectly to our original budget and now Aadi has a brand new stroller.Its still in the box..I will share pictures when I click some.
Editted to add :For some reason,I am not able to create a link for Once upon a Child..But here is the site
http://www.ouac.com

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Rain,Rain come again

Yesterday evening,we were out-first went to the library and then off to munch on some yummy Chaat.The local Indian store has 99cents chaat specials on Wednesdays and we are kind of becoming regulars there.Come Wednesday and the chaat cravings kick in.
Anyway,so we had just left from the library and big rain drops started splashing on the car’s windshield.By the time,we reached the Indian store,it was pouring and there was lightning too. But it was a hot day and this rain was welcome.
The first thing I noticed,as soon as I got down from the car,was the smell of wet earth and that I think is the most wonderful smell-of course next to baby breath. I got Aadya out and she was excited.She loved the water falling on her face and didn’t want to go inside.
But Texas rain showers don’t come alone- they are accompanied by thunder and lightning too .
But,almost without thinking,in my mind,I was transported back to another time-when I was a teenager.
We were living in XXX colony,company provided accommodation,in Bombay.And there were about 15-20 kids in the same age group. Monsoon is the most awaited season in India and more so in Bombay..you love rains,you hate rains.. but then,you love rains!!So,the slightest drizzle and we would all don our shorts and go downstairs,calling all our friends..Then,then fun began. We would walk around the colony,getting drenched,sometimes a couple over enthused dads would join us.And then,we would coax them,to take us for a drive,so we could get hot hot vada-pav and cold lemonade.That combination is just out of this world..and so the dad’s didn’t really require a lot of coaxing.As we grew older,and some of us,got their own driving licences,then,we would all just pile into a car or two and take off. Those are some fond memories.
Either that,or meeting on the terrace of one of the buildings,mostly it used to be our building,may be because my friend Tina’s parents were so cool..so may be because we were so cool…either ways,it worked..And then we would play catch..and someone would slip..and yours truly would be the first to slip..ALWAYS! I remember one time,it had just drizzled for 10 minutes..and like I said,we just needed the excuse,we decided to meet on the terrace playing catch.I opened the door,set one foot inside and the next thing I know,my feet were in the air and my butt on the wet terrace. The only other thing I remember from that day is the sound of hoots in my ears and tears stinging my eyes..Ohh and also the stinging pain in my butt!
But,whenever I think of those days,I can’t stop smiling.Come rain or hail,we had to meet..On another such rainy day,some of the trees had fallen down.Mom was obviously concerned and asked us not to go down..even chiding us,”You both will be the only fools,going downstairs in this weather,” Well teenagers are rebels,so we went,my sis and I sharing an umbrella,reached our usual spot,from an out-of-the-way road(remember the trees had fallen) and Lo!Behold! The whole lot of us,was there!!! We were probably the only 10 fools!!
I wish Aadi gets to have such fun..Well, not till we are in Texas..No matter how cool I pretend to be,I am not going to let her go out in thundering showers..But,may be someday,she’ll get to enjoy Mumbai rains..and may be even coax her dad to get wet and take her for a drive,just so she could eat the Vada-pav and sip cold lemonade.Oh but wait,may be she’d want to go out for a burger and milkshake..Or if her dad gets to have his way,I would be in the kitchen,frying hot bhajiyas.
Here’s hoping it rains some more…

New Ride

Our little Tyke has a new ride 🙂

And she spends most of her time playing on it.

We got Aadya a new tricycle and she spends most of the time,awake sitting on it or playing next to it.

The first day,after DH assembled it,the first thing she tried was to stand on it. And all our efforts at making her sit,were in vain.She tried to climb up,stand,jump from it..and we almost decided it was a bad idea getting her the bike..the girl just didn’t seem to grasp the concept.

We just watched her,let her do as she pleased. And sure enough,soon she figured out,that it was to be sat on.But the seat that appealed to her,was not the actual seat,but the cover of the rear wheel! She got on,slipped ..she clung to the seat.. tried to sit on the rear wheel again..This went on for quiet some time..Then, nap time happened..When she woke up,I gave her,her sippy cup and she toddled off to the bike,with the sippy cup in her hand.And this time she figured it out and sat on the SEAT!

Since then,its been a helluva ride …Every where that Princess Aadya goes,the bike is sure to go!

And We are back…

Well, we tried to stay away.. we really did.. and even found us a new home.. but nothing means home more than “My Sunshine” in blogosphere…So, the Sunshine girls are back 🙂 Will be posting the posts from the other blog here.. for the first few days..:)
So,Welcome back!

Busy Mornings

Munchkin has been having really busy mornings off-late.Like Yesterday,she helped Mumma unload the dish-washer.


And then,this morning,while Mumma was cleaning,she was busy having fun..Jumping on huge cushions is a big job..and real fun too.
Then it was time to climb up on the chair.

When jumping on the cushions and climbing chairs,wasn’t fun anymore,she decided to help mumma dust.

Time for some heavy-duty cleaning,she decided to run the Vacumm,just like Mumma does.
Finally,all the house work done,she sat down to work on her laptop,just like Papa.

That’s how busy,my Little Munchkin is.

Quirky-whirky

Mama-Mia tagged me to tell you how quirky I am..

These are the rules:1. Link the person(s) who tagged you…(done on top!) 2. Mention the rules on your blog (here they are!) 3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours…4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged..

Hmmm..thinking…still thinking…

  • I always change my outfit atleast 2 times,before going out.There is always something wrong with the first..and then the second..and then I end up teeming part of outfit 1 with that outfit 2.Or even wearing a completely different outfit.
  • The first thing I do every morning after washing my face and bathroom trip is,apply moisturiser on my face..Everything else can wait,but not that.
  • I cannot sleep with my bedroom door open,even when I am alone at home. And no matter what the weather,I need the fan on..and my quilt.
  • I have to check my email every few hours,just to see if anyone has left a comment on my new post..with my morning cup of tea, every few hours and then finally before going to bed.
  • I cannot leave a book half way..So no matter how boring or cheesy it is,I will finish it.
  • I am crazy about taking pictures and being photographed(gasp..I can’t believe it I am saying this here!!) And I want each picture to be perfect..and every person,specially me to be perfect in the picture..So,there..if you are taking my picture..don’t say I didn’t warn you 🙂

And Now,since I have tag some people,I tag- Shraikh ,

Meira,

Random Vignettes

Imp’s mom

Shobana and

Noonie

Of This is and Wossthis…

“This is” and “Wossthis” are the two terms munchkin is heard saying these days.. She picks up something from the ground,when we are out for our walk and says,”This is?” with her head cocked to one side, all of her 6 teeth showing.Its just so darn cute.And she doesn’t get tired of it.

She points to some random thing,a book ,the pillow,the cellphone,anything and says..”This is..” with so much force,gritting her teeth and saying it perfectly.

Ask her What’s this and she says,”Wossthis??” back to you.The chattering continues..non-stop.The latest word that she has picked up is”Shabaash” (well done) And I wonder how.. because the only person,who says it is my dad..and we rarely use it.But give her her bottle and she says”Alle Shabaash”.
As soon as she hears any one’s voice on the phone,she wants to hold it and talk to them.Its almost impossible for us to talk on the phone when the Munchkin is around.She keeps nagging till we don’t give her the phone,resorting even to tantrums to get it.And as soon as she gets it,all the tears and tantrums are forgotten and the person on the other end hears a sweet”Hi” and a shrill,excited “aaja aaja aaaja“(Come,come,come). On other times,she is puts whatever is in her hand,her building blocks,the remote or the phone to her ear and says Hayo…What makes the Munchkin very mad is if we try to give her the switched off phone instead of the working phone,the one that we are talking on..And then,after admonishing the offending parent,she promptly hands back the No-No phone and demands for the phone in our hands.Kids,these days,I tell you.
Today,I asked her to go call Papa.She stood in the corridor between the living room and the bedroom and kept calling him..Aao Aao..Aaoooooo( come,come) .Then,I said, Go and ask Papa to come out.So, she went to the bedroom,where the GP was net-surfing and patted his hand and blabbered somethings like Mamma..manamamanaa mammmaa..and kept tugging his hand till he didn’t get up :)I see, I’ve got myself a little task-master..At least she can drag the GP away from his precious computer.
Speaking of blabbering,the Munchkin now says complete sentences of gibberish..4-5 word sentences in baby language and she gets frustrated if we don’t understand.Today she was eating a banana sitting in her high chair and I was singing some rhymes to her. And then she spotted a book. So I gave her the book and picked up the phone lying next to it to call up the GP. While the phone was ringing,I started showing her pictures from the book and suddenly she got very excited and angry.So,I let her read the book herself,thinking,she doesn’t want me to help.I continued talking. But now she got even more angry.So I kept the phone on the table..and took her out of the chair,thinking that’s what she wants. She was still upset.I tried giving her the book again and her plate…still angry..finally frustrated,she pointed at the phone, with a “you-are-so-dumb”look on her face.Ye!!Ye!! she kept pointing till I didn’t give her the phone..and then,she happily chattered on to her father,while I waited for my turn.
Sigh!
On a completely different note: I went to the Gym today after almost 10 days.The GP,was working really long hours..he was away last three weekends and I realised how difficult it is to be a single parent.I was so tired of dealing with tantrums, Munchkin missing the GP,Missing the GP myself..being stuck at home on a weekend…I was ready to scream..and scream I did.Anyway,I digress,so I went to the gym today and it feels good.I like feeling the after-a-workout,dull ache in the limbs.And more than anything else,it makes me feel fresh. Did 40 minutes of cardio today.

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When your toddler refuses to

Wear her Jammies…
Dress her up in her daddy’s Vest 🙂
Happy Baby,Happy Mumma

Happy birthday,My love.

It’s the GP’s birthday tomorrow..and I don’t have any plans..No surprises lined up this time.not even a gift for him.Last week,when I was at the mall with Munchkin,we picked up greeting cards for him..but seriously,other than that there were no other plans.
He has been working like crazy and has been away even on weekends,these past two weekends.Every year,since we got married,he takes a day off on his birthday,so that he can spend the day at home with me.But this year,he told me,not to plan anything,as he can’t take time off and has no idea what time he will be back home.
I said,”OK” but wasn’t quiet convinced.I believe birthdays call for a celebration..as it is,in today’s world,there are few reasons to rejoice. So,I got thinking. I had picked up some fresh fish at the grocery store on Sunday.I had cleaned and marinated it and there was enough for 4-5 people.So,I casually asked him,what time he’d be home.He said,6-ish..which is rare..So,I decided to have another pre-birthday celebration.We went for his pre-birthday Dinner on Sunday,at his favorite restaurant.
I called up a friend,S. The GP loves to hang out with her husband and I had been promising them a dinner of “fish fry”.They were happy to come even at such short notice.Then I asked another friend,A to join us, her husband is someone the GP looks up to.Unfortunately,he wasn’t in town. So,I set about to make a simple dinner of traditional phodnichi dal(Maharashtrian style dal fry),rice and fish fry and salad. My friend offered to make Chole(chick-pea curry).I was going to make some quick dessert.
But how could you have a birthday celebration without a birthday cake? So,I changed my mind about making a dessert,cut some fruits instead and asked my friends to pick up the smallest cake,just right for 4-5 people. And they did.
The GP arrived home,unaware of the plan.Then,I casually mentioned that I asked S & A to join us for dinner. He was happy,to have some change from the routine.I finished cooking,while the GP watched munchkin eat and play with her food. And our friends arrived,just as Munchkin was finishing dinner.
So, we hung around,chit-chatting…soon,the GP asked,when were we going to eat? That was our cue.I set up a make shift table,while A&S brought the cake out. The GP was surely surprised..He cut the cake ,while Munchkin tried to eat the candle and S’s husband,Sam,took pictures.The cake was yummyyyyy Tiramisu block cake from a local bakery.It was sinfully delicious..I cheated on my diet for it!
Dinner followed next, we all stuffed our faces with the fried fish and salad..while the Dal fry-Rice and Chole sat forgotten,on the table.Everyone loved the food and groaned about over-stuffed bellies..and cribbed about it being a working day,tomorrow.
And then,we had the cake for dessert again. Later,unwillingly,our guests left.And the GP, got busy on his offshore call.Oh well, he was happy..Hope he has a happy day tomorrow too.
And now that its past 12 and his birthday has officially begun,I think its time for me to wish him.
Hey Love,
May this birthday bring you all the things that you have been waiting for.May this birthday cheer last you all year through and may you keep smiling like this,all year round.
And I love you..I know you know that.. But please remember this,even when we are fighting..
I know we have had some rough days,off-late.. but here’s hoping for some not-so rough days..but hey,making-up is always fun!
Love you, honey..and Happy birthday and God Bless!
Have a great day!

Birth Story-2

“Stay a little longer?” both of us,said together..But she had already left the room. Now,DH had moved from his chair by the TV and was sitting on my bed, holding my hand and watching the foetal monitor.He kept rubbing my hand and reassuring me that the baby is doing fine. After what seemed like an eternity,the doctor and her team came back inside and suddenly the room looked too crowded. That’s the most prominent memory I have of the day.
She started talking,in a calm ,reassuring tone.She first asked me if I was feeling any contractions.I said”No”.She said,”well you are having some..and some rather big ones. And after what just happened, with the baby,I don’t think I can let you go home, just yet.”
OK, here I have to confess,that either I was too high on the oxygen,or too hungry..but my brain just didn’t process that.So,I asked her,how long was she planning to keep me there and her answer,was short“Till this baby is born” and again,my brain didn’t process that. Instead,I started to wonder what I was going to do in the hospital for 2 long weeks!
Thankfully,DH was more alert and he asked her,”Are we looking at having the baby tonight?“the doctor said just one word,”Yes“, her face dead-pan straight.
That was a classic moment..DH, nodded,Oh.. and then did a double-take.. oh you mean,OH!!! And then I realised belatedly that this is it..the day is finally here..And I let out a big “OHH WOWW”.. after all the excitement had died and everyone was just getting ready to begin the preparations..DH hugged me and the nurse squeezed my hand..May be they thought,I was in shock..may be I was.
5:05 PM : The doctor said,she would let us know in a little while,when I would deliver.So,she asked me to change,so that she could examine me.I changed and first,a nurse came and examined me. The nurse who examined me,said I was definitely more dilated than 1/2 cm..but she had difficulty examining me.So,she called her senior,who came and examined me.
And that day,I was swollen..my hands and feet were twice the normal size and my belly was BIG! Whoever came to check me asked me if I was over-due. Finally,Dr.Donn,who would deliver my baby eventually came.She checked me,she said,I was 3 cms dilated.Since I was having contractions,she asked me if I wanted to try for normal delivery,in which case,they would start me on pitocin and let nature take its course.BUT,given my CPD,she also asked me to not rule out the possibility that I may be in labour for several hours and might end up on the operation table,anyway.And while she was there,I got a huge contraction.This time I felt it.But, the baby’s heart rate dropped a little.She stayed to monitor the next contraction.In the meantime,her partner,Dr.Christie,came to check me too and she also confirmed that I was 3 cms dilated.
When the next contraction came,the baby’s heart rate dropped again.She kicked me after the contraction stopped. The contractions were getting stronger..but it was clear that she was in some kind of distress.
5:30 PM : Dr.Donn,came inside and asked us,what we wanted to do. Our decision was made,the moment Dr.Donn told us that the baby’s heart-rate was dipping with each contraction.We told her,we were ready to go ahead with a Cesarean section. And out of nowhere,my eyes filled up with tears.She came forward and hugged me..I am sure we made quiet a picture-the petite doctor,who looked just out of college,and me,huge as a whale,literally and a bawling mess. She told us,that we had made the right decision and it was about having a healthy baby.And that,she had trouble, examining me,it would be really difficult to get the baby out,unaided.That statement made me stronger and my decision,OUR decision,couldn’t have been any different.Simply because,we had made up our mind that we would not go for a forceps delivery.One of the major reasons being,a delivery that went wrong for someone close to me and the child, now is an adult,a 28 year old, with a mind of a 10 year old.
6:00 PM : Dr.Donn came back and told us that they were going to take me into surgery at 7:30 PM. And if DH needed to go home,he could do it then. And Dr.Christie came back to check on me,I had dilated a little more.When,she measured my belly,the measurements indicated that I was over due,to be precise,the measurements were of 42nd week. They all concluded that this was going to be a very BIG baby!In that one hour,I was examined by 2 doctors and 2 nurses and by the end of it,I was so tired,I didn’t even care if I was all covered up or not.I actually told one of the nurses,they should put it in the pregnancy books, that “Being PREGNANT means forgetting all about MODESTY”.
Then,the anaesthesiologist came in.He told me my options-I could either take the spinal,or the epidural . I chose epidural,after talking to him.He asked us if we had any questions,I asked him what were the chances of anything going wrong..And he answered..”Are you asking me if you can die?Sure you can die,anything can happen,this is a hospital…blah blah..”I was so angry by then,I tuned him out.
6:30PM : DH went home to get the camera.My bags were already in the car, since week 28th.And I also asked him to get Sai Baba’s Vibhuti and Sai Sat charitra.I had just finished reading it that day.(calls for another post)..Of course despite my clear instructions,the soon-to-be dad was baffled and couldn’t find things. In the mean time,I I got my blood drawn,while I called up my dad.He was just sitting down with his morning cuppa. When I first told him,I was having the baby in an hour’s time, his reaction was the same as DH’s- “Oh!..OH!!! you mean,NOW??” After wishing me,best of luck,he hung up to go pray and wait by the phone.
7:00 PM :The nurse came in to wheel me out,to the OR.I told her I wanted to walk into the room..My last pregnant walk. So,I waddled as gracefully as I could,with her holding my gown at the back.Just as I was stepping out of the room,DH arrived, we hugged and the nurse handed him his scrubs,while he handed me the Sai Satcharitra.The anaesthesiologist was waiting for me there.He explained the procedure to me then,and made me sit,with my back towards him and my hands on the shoulders of my nurse.I think her name was Karen,I can’t remember now. She told me not to move, no matter how much it hurt and if need be grab her hand tight,which I did…because it hurt.. like hell. I was so embarrassed,I am sure,I must have left a big bruise on her arm. Epidural done,they helped me lie down. I was numb from belly down.They prepped me for surgery and then,Dr.Donn walked in,with Dr.Christie in tow. Dr.Donn put the first cut and told me,”Its 7:45 PM now and you would see your baby soon.”

A little while later,DH came in.He saw me stretched out on the operating table,with a curtain held up between my chest and belly. That sight was enough to scare him.The anaesthesiologist offered him a chair.He sat there,looking so pale.I asked him,if he was feeling OK. Hearing that,the Drs. and the anaesthesiologist asked me if I was feeling OK. There was just this nice jovial atmosphere,almost like a small party to welcome the baby.Dr.Hlavacek called to check twice if everything was OK.She was my OB and she was supposed to be present for my delivery,but she had pulled a 15 hour shift and still offered to be there, but I didn’t think it was right on my part to push her.But, she kept called and stayed on the phone till it was time to get the baby out.
And then,Dr.Donn said,”OK Dad,get your camera ready,we are about to take the baby out.” And My reaction?“Oh Wow,already?so soon?” She said, “Yes,Do you have a name for her?” and I told her.DH stood up ready with his camera.They got the baby out,the man was awe-struck,he just froze there, hand poised mid-air,wife all forgotten. I asked,”Is she OK?” No response…”Is she OK?” the anaesthesiologist answered,”Yes and she is Perfect!”That moment,I forgave him. “Take a picture,take a picture..Are you taking her picture or not??”I asked DH.The anaesthesiologist,gave him a gentle nudge,”you better take a picture buddy,she is going to get up and hit u otherwise.” Poor DH, took some pictures hurriedly.
At 8:33 PM,Dr.Donn said,”Welcome baby girl,Aadya!” and 5 secs later,I heard her cry.It was the sweetest sound ever.That moment,life as I knew it,changed forever. When he first heard that cry,DH,immediately moved from my side to go watch over her. Baby Aadya was cleaned, DH got to cut her umbilical cord,with shivering hands,after the attending Pediatrician, told him,”Its OK,it won’t hurt her.” Of course,since it was a C-sec,this was just symbolic.The nurse then,helped him,put a tiny hat,on the baby’s tiny head. Finally,it was time for me to see my baby.
DH, sat down on the stool next to my head and the nurse handed him the baby.So engrossed was he, in looking at her,that he completely forgot,that he was sitting there,so that I could see her.I just got a quick glimpse of her and then,he shifted position and then,all I could see was,his hand.And he later told me, that instead of kissing the baby,I had kissed his hand.And then,it was time to take her away to the nursery.The nurse told DH,3-4 times,”time to go dad“..but he didn’t seem to hear it..Finally,I asked him to just go with her..and he got up and left..without a backward glance…My husband and my baby..all mine 🙂
Dr.Donn,finished the surgery,talking to me, telling me she didn’t see any cysts.That my baby wasn’t as big as they imagined..But I knew I was drifting off..Sometime during the surgery,I started to feel dizzy and see stars and that’s when they put the oxygen mask on. I was wheeled into the recovery room and I promptly threw up. The nurse,went and told DH that I was out and he could come and see me. But,half an hour later,there was still no sign of him..so,she went and literally dragged him away from the nursery. He came,hugged me..and looked me in the eye and said,”Thank you,this is the best gift,you have ever given me.”Then,he dialed out,my dad’s number and went out again..I spoke to my dad,sis..granny,aunt..all of them were surprised that I was talking to them,immediately after my surgery. DH came back to sit by my side..but he kept going out every 10 minutes.Finally I asked him,WTH? and he said,sheepishly”She is alone there.”
Awww..My insides turned all mushy,and I asked him to go be with her..while I took a small nap,so that I could be fresh,when I met HER!

P.S. If you are still reading,thank you for staying and letting me share the most wonderful day of my life with you 🙂