Musings of a newborn !
March 25th, 2010
I was born in the year 2009. It was a year when recession was at an all time low. A certain ” King of pop” had died in his home in California. An economist from no political background had returned to complete a second term as the Prime Minister of India. A certain movie actor who danced like a dream, mom’s favorite had died of pancreatic cancer. Also, countless arguements and discussions were taking place as the most influential and powerful man on this planet was awarded Nobel peace prize apparently a little too soon.
But, oblivious to all of this I was growing in mom’s belly. My mom says she had eagerly waited for me to arrive. She was carrying my little brother too along with me but he didn’t make it after the halfway mark. She constantly worried about how things would turn out with me. Would I make it or have a similar fate as that of my brother’s, she often wondered. She had scans week after week and day by day I kept kicking and growing & she continued to keep her fingers crossed and prayed hard.
She was worried about bringing me out the natural way as my brother was still there lying next to me. She often wondered if I was aware of his presence. I sure was. After all, because of that naughty boy, I had very little space to move around in her belly. I had no option but to lie breech. The doctor who saw my mom continued to say that I would turn eventually and it would be a normal delivery further increasing her anxiety.
But, I had other plans. I stubbornly continued to dangle my legs downwards till nearly term and the doctor resigned to perform an elective surgery on mom. So, I was born on second of December 2009 in Prince Charles of Wales Hospital in St. Elsewhere in the borough of Darwinshire. I was very tiny and measley and weighed about five pounds and looked frail. One look at me and people would have thought mom was starving herself during pregnancy but then my eyes were wide open and I gave a really loud cry seconds after coming out. That’s when mom says she knew that I was going to be a fiesty little one.
I was only little but I could cry for the country. I was born with quite a crown of hair. Often, mom says I would pull my own hair as a pastime and then would end up crying. On a couple of occasions as mom was very tired after the surgery in the hospital, I was taken over to the nursery for a few hours to be looked after so that mom could rest, but I was brought back sooner than expected. The reason given my cries were waking up the other babies in the nursery.
It turns out I was just a very hungry baby. I could drink (milk for now!) for the country too. So, much so that if mom lifted me up to kiss, I would think she was offering milk and I would suck her lips away. At which she would laugh and feed me again. When I came home, many people visited us. It made mom realise how many people cared about her. The old lady from across the street knitted a yellow sweater for me and mom was truly touched.
If am put on my tummy I look up these days. I can sit with support. I don’t cry as much now. I smile a lot especially when I see mom. My mom is so silly, I am growing by the day and she has to buy me new clothes often, yet spending all that money makes her so happy.
I gurgle, make all kinds of funny noises, squeal with joy and mom keeps watching me with a big smile.
Boy!! I am only three and half months old and I give her such joy…
How cool is that !!!!!
