It was Christmas, and even the happiest day of my life coz I came to know that I’ll have a little one in my arms very soon. The next few months were a bit tough but with proper care, good diet, a wonderful doctor. Loads of advice from everyone I met, the journey was pretty smooth.
Then came the big day after the long wait. I was tensed, nervous, excited, had no clue how is it going to be. But tried to keep my cool. The first few hours I thought I was quite ok but after that what I experienced was something that cannot be explained in words. I had heard that a woman undergoes the pain equivalent to twenty fractures in her body and when that actually happened. I almost thought I am going to die. Gosh!! Twenty fractures!!!
Finally, after those never-ending hours of affliction, I had that little crumpled up red cotton ball in my arms. That out of the world feeling made me forget all the agony and strain and all I could see was my baby. It was that proud moment for me where I forgot everything else, everybody around me. Her first look, first cry, first touch, those soft expressions and the amazing feeling of having my baby in my arms. I was overwhelmed, I couldn’t feel any pain. I always wanted a baby girl and here she was, the cutest thing I had ever seen. And suddenly I realized I was a MOM.
Family and friends poured in with greetings. When my husband and I held her, there was nothing better than that. From that day I couldn’t differentiate between days and nights because I was awake all the time. I was weak, but at her first cry I had the strength to pick her up. I ate all the good things that I had never eaten so that my baby could get proper nutrition. Going out, meeting anyone, stayed at the end of my priority list.
The initial few months I thought I was going crazy because I did all the things I never did. I cried at almost everything, I overreacted even if a pin dropped when my baby was asleep. Really wanted someone to take her for a while so that I could rest. But, could not rest after that and was jealous when someone else carried her. I seriously thought something was wrong with me. But after a couple of months I was better and got to know that this was postpartum depression and I was kind of normal, all females go through this.
Within the first few months I was sure that this little cute looking cotton candy is going to be one of the world’s most naughtiest kid. And of course I am not wrong. She definitely surprises me almost everyday with something new.
God knows from where do babies get their instincts. They exactly know that they have to wake up as soon as their mom closes her eyes for a nap. They have to go to the washroom just when she starts with her meal. And the moment she is overloaded with other work, household or office, then the little one has to cry her lungs out because how can mom do anything else?
You sometimes feel this kid is driving you nuts, but the moment you look at that innocent face, you go…. Awwwww my babyyyyyy!!!!!! You would spend all your time looking at her sleep. Just watch her make faces, talk and sing to her the entire day even though you have no idea how much does she understand. Gradually, you’ll watch her rolling over, crawling, sitting, walking, falling down, crying, and most of the times crying over nothing. You’ll do everything in the world trying to find out why is the baby crying but you won’t.
When you have your handful, she’ll tell you to carry her also and somehow you manage to do that. Your clothes don’t fit anymore, you have bad hair and skin problems. The time to get ready for a party reduces from one hour to ten minutes but still you are happy at heart. Her naughty smile, her giggles, her loving gestures at you are going to take your breath away. Whereas, on the other hand, she can trouble and irritate you to the level where you really want to lock her up in a dark room.
Amazing, isn’t it?? How a tiny seven-pound munchkin can change your life completely. You experience so many emotions, so many changes within yourself. Your body needs to be fixed from head to toe, your priorities change, and the concept of an outing is now taking your baby to the play area, go for baby shopping or taking the kid out for cycling.
With all this going on, you are still contended, still happy. Just to see that pretty smile, just to hear those adorable stuttering words, and to get that warm cuddle from the one who is the world to you and who makes you realize that you are world for her too. That’s Motherhood!!
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