I am a mom!
About a year ago, I announced to my family and few very close friends that I was expecting my first. Since then, I had these big plans that I would convert this choti si blog of mine into a baby journal as soon as my LO was here! But oh boy! It took me good 6+ months postpartum to even think about writing (again)!
No firsts are easy; be it first day at school, first time on stage, first outing with friends, first love, first job, first kiss, first pregnancy…..first CHILD!
There is excitement coupled with anxiety and a bout full of self-doubt. With the first child, it is probably a 1000 times more.
I am finally here breaking free the shackles of sloppiness wondering where to start.
And then it struck me, the realization of how scared I had been (and still am) at every turn of this new responsibility while you made everything - my pregnancy, labor, delivery and postpartum a real cake walk!
Baby R, This is for you!
When I walked around with a baby bump, people used to ask me how I dealt with the nausea, morning sickness, cravings and what not. I had none. If it wasn’t for your kicks and my growing bump, I wouldn’t even have believed I was pregnant. Those 9 months were a breeze!
It was the D-day! Your dad, standing next to me holding my hand kept muttering “you are doing great” while I vaguely remember telling the nurse “I am exhausted” after a couple of hard pushes and the nurse brushing it off with one “Already?? Women here work hard sometimes 2-3 hours and you are at 5 minutes. Pull yourself!” And then, while the doctor was still scrambling to put on her coat, “pop!” you were out, just like that! Lucky the nurse was able to get her giant hand underneath your little pink head. The room was in shock and the doctor joked about awarding me with a “Record push time” trophy!
It was the first time nurse brought you to me to try nursing; you latched on effortlessly like a pro on the very first go and nursed by the book! All the breastfeeding troubles of other new moms varying from a bad latch to tongue tie to thrust to blocked ducts, you shielded them all for me!
Rolling over, sleeping on your tummy, sitting unsupported, gnawing on just about anything to many more, reaching a milestone was nothing but a matter of fact to you but it was a whole lot of celebration each time for us.
As much as your dad and I love to watch you grow, there is this inexplicable pang of longing in our hearts as we realize you would never be as small you are today, ever again!
I know there will be more blissful days, much more difficult days but nothing can come in my way of enjoying this everlasting chapter called “motherhood”. Touchwood!
About a year ago, I announced to my family and few very close friends that I was expecting my first. Since then, I had these big plans that I would convert this choti si blog of mine into a baby journal as soon as my LO was here! But oh boy! It took me good 6+ months postpartum to even think about writing (again)!
No firsts are easy; be it first day at school, first time on stage, first outing with friends, first love, first job, first kiss, first pregnancy…..first CHILD!
There is excitement coupled with anxiety and a bout full of self-doubt. With the first child, it is probably a 1000 times more.
I am finally here breaking free the shackles of sloppiness wondering where to start.
And then it struck me, the realization of how scared I had been (and still am) at every turn of this new responsibility while you made everything - my pregnancy, labor, delivery and postpartum a real cake walk!
Baby R, This is for you!
When I walked around with a baby bump, people used to ask me how I dealt with the nausea, morning sickness, cravings and what not. I had none. If it wasn’t for your kicks and my growing bump, I wouldn’t even have believed I was pregnant. Those 9 months were a breeze!
It was the D-day! Your dad, standing next to me holding my hand kept muttering “you are doing great” while I vaguely remember telling the nurse “I am exhausted” after a couple of hard pushes and the nurse brushing it off with one “Already?? Women here work hard sometimes 2-3 hours and you are at 5 minutes. Pull yourself!” And then, while the doctor was still scrambling to put on her coat, “pop!” you were out, just like that! Lucky the nurse was able to get her giant hand underneath your little pink head. The room was in shock and the doctor joked about awarding me with a “Record push time” trophy!
It was the first time nurse brought you to me to try nursing; you latched on effortlessly like a pro on the very first go and nursed by the book! All the breastfeeding troubles of other new moms varying from a bad latch to tongue tie to thrust to blocked ducts, you shielded them all for me!
Rolling over, sleeping on your tummy, sitting unsupported, gnawing on just about anything to many more, reaching a milestone was nothing but a matter of fact to you but it was a whole lot of celebration each time for us.
As much as your dad and I love to watch you grow, there is this inexplicable pang of longing in our hearts as we realize you would never be as small you are today, ever again!
I know there will be more blissful days, much more difficult days but nothing can come in my way of enjoying this everlasting chapter called “motherhood”. Touchwood!