well..ya...after almost ten months of hibernation..here I am...
Still feels like am living on a treadmill...nevertheless... Feels like a new life force just paid me a visit today ...dragging me back to this space of mine...
Beautiful beautiful day it is today..and what's made it so beautiful
- Clothes shopping with Rits... we checked out some export houses and what a treasure we hit on..can u imagine...well-fitting pants for 150 bucks...:-)
- A chirpy pizza lunch..again just Rits and me... managed to gulp down some pizza slices amidst lots of school gossip about bad boys in his class...my boy seems grown up suddenly
- Weather has been so crisp....that it prompted me to take a nice long walk...all by myself...at 3 PM all that i can think of normally is a siesta..
- Experiencing Bangalore! - typical of namma bengaluru weather.....it started to pour heavens amidst my walk..Got drenched...to the skin...
Yes..i guess..its the magic of rain again... Thats manged to stalk the inertia...
I end this post..sipping a cup of hot camomile tea...and I promise myself...i'll see the colors of life all over again...in all its glory.
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Mom of the babe is ME…
Easily the most life-changing event when I became mommie second-time around in the most dramatic fashion.
The scene: A typical friday morning
Lights....camera....ACTION!
With about 10 mins to go for R’s school car to arrive, I instinctively feel "Its happening now." I tell C, let’s go as soon as possible.
C: "Whaaa???"
With his brain whizzing, C comes to term with the reality in store, after all Mother knows best. Finally the baby is locked and loaded. He/She is on her way out. OMG!
We reached the hospital around 9 am and checked into the Carnation deluxe room of the hospital. (note to self: C must negotiate harder with the insurance providers for coverage)
Then begins the wait!
TIME: 2PM
Gyny: "She is dilated but no progress...see you in soon."
Me: The contractions seem to be making me uncomfortable!
Gyny: "And so it should. See you in 3 hrs. Nurse - do the NST every two hours"
(Break for explanation:
NST: Stress test to check if the contractions result in the baby progressing down the delivery canal. End of break.)
TIME: 12 noon until next day
Gyny: "She continues to be at 2 cm. Normal delivery is still an option if you are motivated. Let’s not rush. However, if I find traces of distress for either the mother or baby during labor I’ll go in for a C-section"
Me:"Thanks doc" (Thinking: I love this woman. So in control. No rush for C-section.)
Gyny: "Keep those NSTs going nurse." ( note to Self: Each freaking NST is going to cost me a bomb!)
TIME: 7PM
I get this sudden craving for Gobi Manchurian. C rushes to pick them up a neighborhood hotel. Savor a delicious Chinese meal.
TIME: 11 PM
NSTs continue
TIME: 2.30 AM
Weird sensation in the abdomen, must be the Chinese meal.
Time: 3.00 AM
Crampy pain every five minutes, or am I hallucinating! May be it’s the contractions intensifying…Time to call the nurse….
Gyny: "You are having steady contractions, five minutes, but yet the baby isn’t descending. Ok, now we really need to ask ourselves - could we be doing something more fun. I know I could. I guess, we may have to move to option 2. I am going to recommend emergency c-section, considering it seems to be dysfunctional labour and a history of previous c-section! "
Me:"Ok."
Gyny:"Nurse.."
Nurse:"Yeah, yeah, i know. Freakin NST."
TIME: 5.30 AM
Braving the contractions, I ready myself for a cut up session (for the second-time..Phew!). At least…the wait is over…
TIM E: 5.51AM, Sunday, January 25, 2008, Shankarambal Hospital, 1st floor OT, Dsouza road, Bangalore, India.
Baby cry in the background...
Gyny: "Congratulations."
Me: "What is it? Boy or girl?"
Gyny:"Girl, of course"
Me: (with broad smile on my face, despite the cut up session in progress):"Wow!" (Thinking: Finally I have company at home…couldn’t have handled another boy at home. We didn’t have a good boy name short listed anyhow!)
Asst. Gyny (making tiny baby kiss my face): "Here's your beautiful daughter!"
Me: "Let me see her one more time please…" (Thinking: I need a strategy to keep boys away from my baby girl. She's got uber cool looks and boys are baaaad)
TIME: 7 AM, Back in the recovery room. C looks relieved as do the others. I am exhausted beyond comprehension.
The superstar- in- the- making is happily cuddled up in the incubator (it’s a practice with the hospital to have all kiddos in the incubator for a day… translates as another line time in the long bill we’d face shortly!)
My friends, I would like to introduce you to my beautiful daughter – Aahana. I refer to her with everything but her name – chinnu, bubbles, motsu… are some of the synonyms.
So, that’s the story of her entry into my life, the two days of part-time labour I endured, and the story of how a successful and confident MBA became a nappy-changing, baby-butt-powdering, 3am lullaby singing, mommie of the babe!
(PS: Aahana in Sanskrit means "First ray of the sun or Morning Glory.")
(PPS: chinnu, motsu, bubbles…. in Sanskrit mean absolutely nothing.)
More updates once I get some respite from diaper changes and feeding sessions...:-)
The scene: A typical friday morning
Lights....camera....ACTION!
With about 10 mins to go for R’s school car to arrive, I instinctively feel "Its happening now." I tell C, let’s go as soon as possible.
C: "Whaaa???"
With his brain whizzing, C comes to term with the reality in store, after all Mother knows best. Finally the baby is locked and loaded. He/She is on her way out. OMG!
We reached the hospital around 9 am and checked into the Carnation deluxe room of the hospital. (note to self: C must negotiate harder with the insurance providers for coverage)
Then begins the wait!
TIME: 2PM
Gyny: "She is dilated but no progress...see you in soon."
Me: The contractions seem to be making me uncomfortable!
Gyny: "And so it should. See you in 3 hrs. Nurse - do the NST every two hours"
(Break for explanation:
NST: Stress test to check if the contractions result in the baby progressing down the delivery canal. End of break.)
TIME: 12 noon until next day
Gyny: "She continues to be at 2 cm. Normal delivery is still an option if you are motivated. Let’s not rush. However, if I find traces of distress for either the mother or baby during labor I’ll go in for a C-section"
Me:"Thanks doc" (Thinking: I love this woman. So in control. No rush for C-section.)
Gyny: "Keep those NSTs going nurse." ( note to Self: Each freaking NST is going to cost me a bomb!)
TIME: 7PM
I get this sudden craving for Gobi Manchurian. C rushes to pick them up a neighborhood hotel. Savor a delicious Chinese meal.
TIME: 11 PM
NSTs continue
TIME: 2.30 AM
Weird sensation in the abdomen, must be the Chinese meal.
Time: 3.00 AM
Crampy pain every five minutes, or am I hallucinating! May be it’s the contractions intensifying…Time to call the nurse….
Gyny: "You are having steady contractions, five minutes, but yet the baby isn’t descending. Ok, now we really need to ask ourselves - could we be doing something more fun. I know I could. I guess, we may have to move to option 2. I am going to recommend emergency c-section, considering it seems to be dysfunctional labour and a history of previous c-section! "
Me:"Ok."
Gyny:"Nurse.."
Nurse:"Yeah, yeah, i know. Freakin NST."
TIME: 5.30 AM
Braving the contractions, I ready myself for a cut up session (for the second-time..Phew!). At least…the wait is over…
TIM E: 5.51AM, Sunday, January 25, 2008, Shankarambal Hospital, 1st floor OT, Dsouza road, Bangalore, India.
Baby cry in the background...
Gyny: "Congratulations."
Me: "What is it? Boy or girl?"
Gyny:"Girl, of course"
Me: (with broad smile on my face, despite the cut up session in progress):"Wow!" (Thinking: Finally I have company at home…couldn’t have handled another boy at home. We didn’t have a good boy name short listed anyhow!)
Asst. Gyny (making tiny baby kiss my face): "Here's your beautiful daughter!"
Me: "Let me see her one more time please…" (Thinking: I need a strategy to keep boys away from my baby girl. She's got uber cool looks and boys are baaaad)
TIME: 7 AM, Back in the recovery room. C looks relieved as do the others. I am exhausted beyond comprehension.
The superstar- in- the- making is happily cuddled up in the incubator (it’s a practice with the hospital to have all kiddos in the incubator for a day… translates as another line time in the long bill we’d face shortly!)
My friends, I would like to introduce you to my beautiful daughter – Aahana. I refer to her with everything but her name – chinnu, bubbles, motsu… are some of the synonyms.
So, that’s the story of her entry into my life, the two days of part-time labour I endured, and the story of how a successful and confident MBA became a nappy-changing, baby-butt-powdering, 3am lullaby singing, mommie of the babe!
(PS: Aahana in Sanskrit means "First ray of the sun or Morning Glory.")
(PPS: chinnu, motsu, bubbles…. in Sanskrit mean absolutely nothing.)
More updates once I get some respite from diaper changes and feeding sessions...:-)
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