Down three months of being puked and potty-ied on, I finally
get some time and energy to jot down a few words. As always, I usually sit down
to write when I have difficulty in expressing my feelings in my head and words
seem to help me think straight.
The opening line doesn’t look very appealing, at least to
anyone who is yet to become a mother. Even I used to think that cleaning up
after a baby – never! I used to wonder how I will do it, now I wonder how I
happily do it.
I have been showered with advice during my pregnancy.
Luckily, I had a seemingly easy one as I was constantly on the move and on my
feet till the last day. What I heard the most were – your days of freedom are
going to get over; you will miss the pregnancy period once the baby is here; be
prepared for sleepless nights; and feel like a milk-producing cow. What most of
them missed mentioning is – freedom (as defined) is not even worth comparing to
the feeling when you see your baby sleep in your arms; the pregnancy period was
just a phase of blissful apprehension; the sleepless nights are times you are
closest to your baby and hear her breathe; and feeding is the most rewarding
experience – when you know you are capable of giving birth and nurture such a
precious part of your life.
Elina was born after 8 hours of overnight labour – it did
somehow give me perspective as to the pain a mother goes through and the
responsibility that is endowed on you. The first sight of her is quite a blur,
a brief second of a blood-covered silhouette of a baby. In fact my husband and
I missed the announcement by the doctor that it was a girl! Happiness abound
and to our delight, she had her eyes open for more than an hour and slept only
after she was fed. Now I wish time had stood still then, since nothing on earth
can imitate the feeling of holding your child for the first time. I now know
when I heard someone say – you forget about the pain when you are pregnant
again, since you know a bundle of joy ensues soon!
Big eyes, white as a sheet, long fingers, and the smallest
and most delicate baby I have ever held in my arms – yes, I felt proud like a
peacock! It’s a wonder how a child can make memories in every moment of her
presence. I hope I am able to archive her childhood in my own small ways for
her to see once she is all grown up! Three months and she already seems to be
growing fast – all I can do is to bask in every glowing instants of her growing
years.
