Well that's right. I would be completing one year of marriage as the month ends and what do I have to say about this year long journey...boy was it tough!
To be honest there were times when I cursed the day I decided to marry. Not that I don' love my husband any more or he doesn't do that either...its just we were so much the better when we were only in love with each other. The expectations were low, the love was uncomplicated and the only two people who truly mattered were him and me. So of course it was shear bliss. Come marriage and things began to complicate. What with relations and the have to's of the world and society. Also the fact that both of us hail from two totally different sectors of the society with cultural gorges in between, didn't help. The end result was that we were angry from each other, fighting on issues that could have been avoided and simply sleeping with headaches...if you know what I mean!
Add to that the joy of being parents was also witnessed by us which was adulterated by the very worry of managing it. Our son...the essence of both of our lives was in front of us and two people who love each other so much were fighting the urge to run away. (At least I was!) And then I saw the silver lining. The fact that no matter how bad the fight was, both of us always wanted to end it asap. The fact that my heart still flutters in my chest everytime I see him. The fact that he still has the twinkle in his eye whenever I am loking pretty, the fact that we were happy when the other was happy...all these came rushing back. Happy memories the year gone by, the days and nights spent cuddled up, the sweet smile, the happy face and the lovable care...that is what also made my year. So why was it only bad? It wasn't.
And then we got our Artham...my little bundle of joy...that small little smile, the twinkling black eyes, the naughty crooked eyebrows...our son.
So what do I have to say about the first year of marriage...I lived every moment of it.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Saturday, November 07, 2009
No pain...no gain...now I know what they mean
Well...it happened. On 30th morning the doctor decided that it was time that I park myself in the hospital. The baby would be out anytime late that night or early 31st morning. So, there I was, suffering from all the anticipation and anxiety of the event about to happen. Well wishers were informed and they settled outside the room, waiting for the miracle of miracles to happen and late evening the fated labour pains started. Mild contractions turning into spasms of unexpressive pain went soaring through my body as I waited impatiently for them to increase so that I would finally see my baby.
Ever heard of the adage whatever goes around comes around? well I was in for a shock. When my mother was expecting me she went through horrid labour pains with no result. I had been a spoilt brat and had turned my head and the doctors had to at the last minute do a C-section and pry me out. That is what happened with me as well and I got a taste of my own medicine. After almost twelve hours of unbearable pain...the baby decided he wanted to stay a little longer and turned his head. End result...a C-section. And after crying and howling and cursing anybody and everybody who came in front of me, begging for some mercy and the pains to stop...I was told I would be operated upon. The relief was heartfelt...to know that the pains would finally stop. But at the same time I don't remember really feeling it. The pain sent rude shocks through my body as my mind started getting oblivious of the situation, of people around me. And then I walked into the OT, too drained to scream out as the body went through successive contractions again. And then I was lying down on the operating table. People wearing masks and blue overalls started entering and I heard voices telling me what they were doing. At 2:15 the anaesthetic placed the mask on my nose and all I heard was "You are going to feel a bit sleepy." And that was that...I don't recall anything except my husband uttering the words..."the baby is fair and is 3.7 kgs!"
Have I forgotten the pain? Not really...I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Do I regret it...No...I still feel awesome about it. I look at the small bundle cradled in my arms and wonder at the miracle life is...at the awesome treasure god has given me. Do I blame anyone? No...I only have everybody to thank...God for my baby is healthy and so am I...Prashant for he gave me such a gift...didi for standing by my side through it all and being the mother she has always been...bhabhi and alka masi for bearing with me and holding my handing as i screamed in pain...
And what do I have to say about it...I am a proud mother...go on and Congratulate me for I am finally a mother...
Yes...Its a BOY.
Ever heard of the adage whatever goes around comes around? well I was in for a shock. When my mother was expecting me she went through horrid labour pains with no result. I had been a spoilt brat and had turned my head and the doctors had to at the last minute do a C-section and pry me out. That is what happened with me as well and I got a taste of my own medicine. After almost twelve hours of unbearable pain...the baby decided he wanted to stay a little longer and turned his head. End result...a C-section. And after crying and howling and cursing anybody and everybody who came in front of me, begging for some mercy and the pains to stop...I was told I would be operated upon. The relief was heartfelt...to know that the pains would finally stop. But at the same time I don't remember really feeling it. The pain sent rude shocks through my body as my mind started getting oblivious of the situation, of people around me. And then I walked into the OT, too drained to scream out as the body went through successive contractions again. And then I was lying down on the operating table. People wearing masks and blue overalls started entering and I heard voices telling me what they were doing. At 2:15 the anaesthetic placed the mask on my nose and all I heard was "You are going to feel a bit sleepy." And that was that...I don't recall anything except my husband uttering the words..."the baby is fair and is 3.7 kgs!"
Have I forgotten the pain? Not really...I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Do I regret it...No...I still feel awesome about it. I look at the small bundle cradled in my arms and wonder at the miracle life is...at the awesome treasure god has given me. Do I blame anyone? No...I only have everybody to thank...God for my baby is healthy and so am I...Prashant for he gave me such a gift...didi for standing by my side through it all and being the mother she has always been...bhabhi and alka masi for bearing with me and holding my handing as i screamed in pain...
And what do I have to say about it...I am a proud mother...go on and Congratulate me for I am finally a mother...
Yes...Its a BOY.
Monday, October 26, 2009
The Final Countdown
The clock has started ticking and I have started counting down the days to the big day...the only thing is that with every day that goes by I feel the wait getting longer and longer and the days stretching beyond comfort. The weird thing about childbirth is, it is unique and nobody can predict the exact time when the child decides that it is time to get going!!! Nobody even knows what triggers the phenomenon. And here I am being forced to try out all the nuances of old wives' tales...drinking warm milk, walking, eating dry fruits, nuts and what not to somehow make the baby go...I wish it was as simple as telling the baby...alright, time to move your ass...!
Strange game this final intezaar. With every spasm of pain you look expectantly at the watch...and then when it does not reoccur...well it does not and instead of being relaxed you feel the old desperation seep in. And if the baby's little pranks are not enough your mind starts playing with you. By now I have thought of all the worst case scenarios when I would be in labor and stuck in jam, all alone...totally ignorant of it etc etc. In short, it has stretched to the point where I am plain bored of the wait...of looking for signs of labor...of trying to discern a simple muscular spasm and the supposedly excruciating contractions! When I asked my sister she smiled and asked me have I shouted out in pain yet and I repied ruefully that I haven't yet. And with the knowing gleam of been there, done that she smiled at me and she said...'You would scream. And when you do...everyone would know!"
So here's to the last week of this fascinating first voyage into the realms of motherhood...and no matter what I say...I am still counting...tick tok tick tok....
Strange game this final intezaar. With every spasm of pain you look expectantly at the watch...and then when it does not reoccur...well it does not and instead of being relaxed you feel the old desperation seep in. And if the baby's little pranks are not enough your mind starts playing with you. By now I have thought of all the worst case scenarios when I would be in labor and stuck in jam, all alone...totally ignorant of it etc etc. In short, it has stretched to the point where I am plain bored of the wait...of looking for signs of labor...of trying to discern a simple muscular spasm and the supposedly excruciating contractions! When I asked my sister she smiled and asked me have I shouted out in pain yet and I repied ruefully that I haven't yet. And with the knowing gleam of been there, done that she smiled at me and she said...'You would scream. And when you do...everyone would know!"
So here's to the last week of this fascinating first voyage into the realms of motherhood...and no matter what I say...I am still counting...tick tok tick tok....
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