Ever Time Rememberence

Pages from my #MemoriesOfMotherhood

30-August-2007:
4:00 A.M 

“I should have opted for surgery for my daughter. I could not see my daughter suffering” I could hear my mom's talk even though I was screeching in pain. I could feel a sense of respect in my husband's eyes that was getting increased. My sister was in temple from the time I got the labor pain. My dad to overcome his tension, he was reading newspaper. But only god knows whether the news are getting into his mind or getting slipped off from his mind.

“Come on Push further,” the doctor replied.
“No, I am not able to take it up anymore. I want to give up. I am tired of struggling and baring the pain” I could not even reply. I slowly stopped responding to the doctors and become unconscious.

08.00 A.M

My brain could sense some sensational fondle. With all my left over energy, I struggle to open my eyes and what I saw gave me the energy and hope to the rest of my life. The baby’s skin was as soft as the petals of the Lotus flower.
My , My, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ arrived. I was searching for a word to fill that blank. My angel, my world, my confidence, my life, all those words seems to have no value to express about my baby's arrival.
"It’s has the look of the mother. See the sharp eyes and nose. Its cute" Someone was deliberating. Tears welled up my eyes but it was fixed with an emotion of gratification. A smile lit up my face before the tears could reach my ears.
"My baby ..my my.. BABY arrived" I whispered and realized that’s the best word to fill that blank. When I said that, I felt goose bumps puffing up across my body.

The baby was wrapped in towel and with the help of nurse, I feed my baby. Only women will know and realize how lucky to get that wonderful feeling of feeding their baby. The baby then went back to sleep, wiping all my labor pain by his (her!?) innocent face.

After a while, something struck my mind and I asked my mother, "Was it a baby boy or girl"
Every one broke into a big laughter and shot the question back to me, “Well, what you want?”
I blushed and replied, "Boy or Girl doesn't matter. But After 9 months of wait, I am now curious to know. Please tell me" I almost begged and my hands reached the baby's towel to let slip the secret.
My sister caught my hand and warned, "You need to guess the sex of the baby and if your guess goes wrong, we will take the baby with us."

I looked at my husband for any clue but as usual he put me on spot and gave a smile. I recollected the interaction that I had with my baby for these nine months and the response of my baby when I touch the womb. I looked at the baby. The rose cheeky baby was in deep sleep. Some inner voice gave the answer.  I felt my baby was helping its mother or it could be my intuition too. I said, “It’s a baby boy”

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“Yes, I was right” :)

Thank you my sister, for sharing your wonderful #MemoriesOfMotherhood. I hope this post will reminisce you to the journey of mother hood.

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