She kicked her way into this world with aplomb.
A 13 hour labour which left me exhausted for the first 2 hours and then came a saviour called “Epidural”. The delivery process was then a cakewalk, literally. I lay in my bed comfortably, laughing and chatting, a part of my eager to catch the first glimpse of my baby.
Motherhood was nothing like I had ever fathomed. Night outs in office, watching late night shows and those occasional parties that lasted till 3am made me feel like staying awake will not be a big deal but this girl here was a night babe. She woke up at 1 am each day and cried her lungs out. Any amount of cooing, cuddling, feeding, entertainment dint work. As the clock struck 7 am and the world woke up to a new day, our babe hit the bed and an exhausted Mommy Daddy tried their best to get some rest but could hardly sleep a wink.
I am not a very hands on mom, I had my mother and Mom in law around to help me with bathing the baby, caring for her which gives me some breather but boy I had those eyes rolling at me. Like the other day when I went to the spa as I really needed some time off to maintain my sanity, I had Mrs Sharma bump into me. Her first question was “aree did you have a normal or C section?”
I looked at her for a minute, all confused wondering why would that be her first question. Whats this obsession with the kind of delivery? Then started the long list of rapid fire questions about the baby’s maalish (massage), breast feed, the various religious ceremonies to be followed to ward off evil eyes, how every Mom needs to be a hands on Mom etc etc. leaving me famished. Can someone get me a mojito please?
The Baby had a twinkling smile today, it made my heart leap with joy. Those dark circles, my tired bones, unkempt hair, aching body everything seemed to vanish into the background as I held her little finger tenderly and fell in love with her all over again.
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My theme for the challenge is
“A slice of life through Myra’s eyes” – a fictional tale of growing up and learning some vital lessons about self love, feminism, sisterhood, a working woman and the essence of being a woman in urban India.