X Chromosome!

During my pregnancy last year, the one question that we kept asking ourselves and each other all the time was, “What do you think it would be? Boy? Or girl?” Sex determination tests are banned in India to curb the menace of female infanticide. And so, even though we did our customary scans from time to time, we could never figure out the sex of the baby. We even tried asking the doctors but to no avail. In retrospect, it is a good thing if the practice of not revealing the gender is being followed religiously across the country.

There were lots of guesses. Friends and family took guesses based on their own experiences, the old midwives’ tales like the shape of the stomach, glow on the face etc. There are also a couple of Chinese zodiac quizzes which try to determine the baby’s gender taking into account the conception month, and symptoms the mother-to-be is facing like morning sickness etc. In my case, everything turned out accurately wrong. Everyone told me it would be a boy. All the Chinese tests said it would be a boy. And, so when the D-day arrived, and when I finally delivered my bundle of joy, I immediately just wanted to know what it was. We had waited long enough. But again, I had to wait a good 15 minutes before my X-chromosome (girls are XX and boys are XY) was brought and shown to me. And I remember giving her a giddy sweet long smile.
I know, for every parent, their child is the most beautiful, the sweetest and the best. Needless, to say, I love love love my X-chromosome. She is beautiful, she is smart and incredibly naughty. After I have had her, I can’t even imagine what it would have been like to have the Y chromosome 😉 I can’t imagine a life without her. We were happy before we had her. Now, it’s euphoria 🙂
My X chromosome 😀

P (s)pells Pregnant!

 I have wanted to do this post since the longest time.  But I guess I was saving it for the P of the A to Z blogging challenge.  But as they say,  better late than never.

When I first received the confirmation of my pregnancy,  I was a mixed bag. I didn’t know what  to feel. I felt happy because we had succeded in achieving what we wanted to.  But other than that I was very anxious and majorly embarrassed.

The first trimester was a tough time. I had severe morning sickness and nausea.  I hated myself for giving in to the idea of getting pregnant.  I almost secretly wished something bad would happen so that I could be free again. I know it’s evil but the morning sickness lasted all day, day after day and was really really bad.

The second trimester was the best time of the entire pregnancy.  The morning sickness was gone. The tummy was not so huge. And there were the kicks and hiccups  and cravings. Although the cravings are not as hyper as they show in the movies. But yes pretty drastic.  Like I don’t eat spicy food at all. But when I was expecting,  I craved spicy food all the time. No wonder my girl is a teekhi mirchi 😉

And finally the last semester, full of leg cramps,  swollen feet, full bladder, tummy the size of an earthen pot and the anxiety of the impending big day. Will it be normal?  Will it be a c-section?  Will it be painful?  Have we stocked up everything we need?  Are we really prepared for this?

Despite all this, now I understand why people gush so much about pregnancy.  It’s not just about birthing a child. It’s about the miracle of a woman’s body to nurture a child,  a living being inside her body,  take care of all its needs, and yet go on  about her life as non chalantly as ever. It’s about doing things she would otherwise never do only for the sake of the child. And bear that pain, which I don’t think can be described in words, to welcome the child in this world.

Ever since the birth of my little one, I feel like a super woman. Like God’s blessed child to have experienced this enigma,  this mystery. And the gift is mine to keep for the rest of my life 🙂

 

The fruit of my labor!!

This post is dedicated to all my friends who are in the family way and want to know my delivery experience. You see, it’s not something I can sum up in a few words. It’s a long drawn out experience. So sit back and enjoy. Better if you can haul in a tub of popcorn.

So I was in my 39th week of pregnancy and there were still no signs of  labor. The doc had asked us to wait for another week.
It was a friday, and I was feeling pretty exhausted. I decided to make it my last working day in office. As luck would have it, I woke up with mild pains on saturday morning. Inspite of the pain, I was happy because finally something was happening. H was informed, and we both decided to get ready and head to the hospital. By the time we had groomed ourselves for the little one’s arrival, the pains had subsided too. We thought they would come back. We were in for disappointment. 6 hours of labor pain had amounted to nothing. Quite obviously, I was upset.

The rest of  Saturday passed without any drama. Sunday was pretty much the same. I went for my regular walk on sunday evening and that’s when I felt mild contractions. I ignored them as signs of false labor again. By 10 in the night, the contractions were still mild but regular. But the disappointed me went off to sleep. I slept fitfully for a couple of hours as the contractions continued.  By 3 in the morning, the pains were harder and woke up H 😛 I still belived this was not real, and decided to see the gynae closer home before heading to the hospital.  😛

The gynae at the hospital confirmed that indeed I was in active labor. In pain, but happy again, we set
out for the hospital at 4 in the morning. I was in a lot of pain by the time we started for hospital and  I was worried if we would reach the hospital in time. Reach the hospital we did and I was duly admitted at 5 in the morning.

What followed was hours and hours of gruelling, mind numbing pain. I cried and cried and requested the doctor and nurses to do a C-sec. But the doc knew it was the pain talking, not me. After a couple of hours, the nurses weren’t sympathetic either. I got a good hearing from the nurses many a times but nothing mattered. The pain loomed large over everything. I was sure I was going to die 😛

Finally around 2 pm, after 16 hours of excruciatingly  maddening pains, little S finally made a grand entry in this world. The scene inside the labor room was quite filmy though. There I was, crying from the pain, quite like how they show in the movies. The gynae and the nurses were, quite film-ily asking me to push harder and harder. In the final moments, when I literally pushed the life out of me,
and S was born, I fell back tired and relived. And a couple of seconds later, i heard the typical “uaan uaan” crying of the infant. I think I smiled in my heart 🙂

But filmy or not, it’s true that the sight of your newborn at that moment is enough to make you forget all the pain.

Little S makes me happy 🙂

 

On the way to….

There are times when you stop writing for a while because there is no inspiration. People come back and ask if everything’s fine. You shrug and say “Writer’s block, you see”. And they understand and wait for your next post.

And then there are times when you have so much inspiration in your life that no amount of words and phrases can conjure up even an iota of the feeling and experience you are going through. It’s been some time and people have stopped asking me why I don’t write here more often. I don’t mind any longer. And I don’t miss this space as I have missed it in the past.

H and I are are expecting our first baby. And no, I am not talking about a car, a pup or a kitten aor a long lost wish. We are expecting a real baby! 😛 Go on and congratulate us 😀

It’s been a hell of a ride so far and I have had an amazing experience. Just a month to go before the little one makes a grand entry. And don’t even ask me how excited we both are.

H has always been the sweetheart and I never thought he could get any better. But he has stumped me. With his never ending patience, perseverance, and most importantly his love and care in this very emotionally and physically challenging journey for all of us.

Feeling loved. And blessed. And super excited.

I think I will be back here once I think I can get a hold on my super charged hormones and feelings.
Until then, take care guys.

 

A pony sized surprise!

“Congratulations. It’s a horse”, says the doctor.

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They both look at each other. Exasperated. How could it be? How could they have possibly borne a horse? He went around in his head thinking of all her relatives who had any connections with the species of the stallion kind. She was tying yo join the dots. Probably that’s the reason why the baby used to kicked so much. They caught each other looking at each other and smiled uncomfortably.

The nurse said it was time for the baby to feed.

“How the hell are the doctors treating this as some kind of normal or daily occurrence?” shrieked the wife in helplessness as she heard the nurse walking out.
The husband shrugged his shoulders and wiped his brow.

She heard the door click. Now was the moment of truth they had been waiting for 9 months. To see their horse errr….baby!

As soon as the nurse came close to her, the alarm screeched beside her.
She woke up and checked on the husband sleeping beside her.

She wrote down No.20 and began to write in her diary marked “Crazy Pregnancy Dreams”!.