This post is long overdue (looking at my
last post, I think any post here was long overdue in order to consider this
blog alive).
Last one year has truly been life-changing.
It all happened when it dawned on me last year that I would soon hit 30.
When I was doing my MBA, I was infatuated
by Advertising and I was lucky to land the only profile available in
advertising on campus, with nothing less than FCB Ulka! The first time I came
to know that I had been selected for that profile had been the highest point in
my life till then. An year or so in Mumbai doing Client Servicing, I
more-or-less realised that advertising, or rather client servicing, was not for
me. Moreover, life in Mumbai never appealed to me. Once you get the taste of Pune,
it is hard to get over it. So, I moved to Pune about 5 years back in a
Marketing Communication profile. I was asked, having worked in advertising,
would I be able to adjust in a corporate set-up. I never had doubts about it.
It was a great profile. But the only problem was that it was not my calling. It
was not something which would fill me with pride 20 years down the line, or in
short, it was not my passion.
The only little problem was that I had not
really figured out my ‘passion’. The dream of being a writer is still very much
there but no matter how easy it is now to become a writer, the kind of writing,
I want to do still needs a lot of thought and time.
So, the idea of finding my true passion and
doing what I really want to do and not wait for a lifetime to do it, I quit
from my wonderful job last year. There was no plan, and nobody believed me that
actually I had no plan on what I would be doing after quitting. Many assumed I
was pregnant. I thought well ‘that’ you cannot hide for long.
My husband’s friends warned him that it was
not such a great idea to let me stay at home. They assumed I would call him
every hour, disturb him on his meetings and pester to come home soon. My
husband can tell them all, I did not do that even for a day. From the past
eight years of knowing each other, we enjoy each other’s company but we don’t
need to sit on each other’s head all the time. We have different interests – I read,
he is into gaming.
Well, my original plan was to move around
Pune and check out several tiny shops which we never really go to, spend
leisurely hours at bookshops and even catch movies / film festival and plays.
We went to Mahabaleshwar on our anniversary
in December and it is then that we discovered that we were expecting. I was
already serving my notice period. Yes, having a baby in near future was
certainly part of the plan but we never knew it would happen so soon. It was a
moment of happiness as well as a lot of anxiety. We have never been able to
picture ourselves as parents. Atleast for me, I get scared by the idea of
having someone depend on you for everything – you more-or-less create an
individual for the society and your choices will have so much impact on that
individual’s life. I am more of a perfectionist and my husband is very hands-on
about everything. As usual, I wanted to do everything perfectly. I was glad and
thankful I did not have to run around for office and take it easy. I admire
those who can balance work, home and pregnancy perfectly; I can’t. Everyone said you could have resigned during
your last trimester but I really wanted to take it easy and take each day slowly.
I do not regret that decision even today, when I am sometimes overwhelmed by
the demands of a two month old baby J
I had terrible nausea not only during the
first Trimester but more or less during the entire nine months. Thankfully, I
never threw out any food. On certain occasions I used to wonder if I would ever
be able to relish food any more. Pregnancy can be overwhelming, especially the
first one. Of course, I had 3 books to refer but actually experience is
something else. I did not want either of our mums to be here till around delivery
time because mums could be very stuck-up on their ideas and if you argue, they
would always play the card of more experience!
I always went for my morning and evening
walks and spent the rest of the day reading books, watching movies or sleeping.
I wanted to have a normal delivery and I wanted to put in every effort in my
capacity to ensure that.
I was fortunate to have no issues during my
entire pregnancy but as the due date was approaching, I was getting scared. I
had already discussed about epidural with my doctor but I had no idea what to
expect. We even asked our doctor, ‘how are we supposed to know when to come to
hospital’. I mean, it is a valid question. Nobody wants to make a fool of oneself
by coming too soon or delivering anywhere except hospital; and delivery might
seem easy in movies, it isn’t so in real life. Doctors are the best people to
deal with it.
My water broke 12 days prior to my due date
and the same day when I had met doctor for examination. She had not anticipated
that I would be coming back in a couple of hours, neither had I. From what I
had read in books, it appeared that my water broke and we decided it is best to
go to hospital rather than rush in later. We carried our packed bag but we felt
at the back of our minds that we would be coming back home and that it would be
a false alarm. And thank god, we went when we went. I was admitted at 10 pm in
hospital. Initially, I was at the common labour room where there were 3 women
separated by curtains. Thankfully, we had checked out the labour room earlier
and I was shocked to know that husbands are not allowed inside. Fortunately,
there was a private labour room where husband is allowed the entire time. Of
course it came at a price. I was praying that it should be available when I
went into labour. The doctors at labour room had assured that usually it is
available.
So, anyways, initially I was in the common
labour room. Apart from the anxiety of not knowing what is going to happen in
the next couple of hours, I also had to listen to the cries of fellow women who
were already in labour. One lady who was next to me was crying out to get the
baby out immediately. And add to that she had an old relative with her who was
asking her to beg forgiveness from God for the pains the lady in labour might
have given to her parents or something. So, what I deduced was that according
to the old lady, the younger lady in labour was experiencing so much pain
because she had given troubles to her mother / parents. I don’t have words to
express myself here, on what kind of thoughts were coming to my mind for that
old lady. I even asked the attending doctor to ask that lady to be quiet (I
mean, the old lady). At the same time, I was also frantically messaging my
husband to get the private labour room. I knew if I stayed there any longer, I
would lose all my confidence.
I was lucky to get the private room. We
sent my mum-in-law home and my hubby settled on one of the chairs because my
contractions had not begun. My contractions began at 5 in the morning but they
were not strong enough, so they induced contractions etc. I will not get into
the process, but when the pain started it was almost unbearable. Since I had
asked for epidural, I got it and was able to endure for another couple of
hours. They let the effect wear off during the last part of labour so that I
would push properly. The whole thing was a frenzy and I finally delivered at
11.56 am. I had read in books that you would never forget the moment when you
first saw your child, and definitely, that moment was priceless. My baby’s eyes
were wide open and he was looking at my husband. It was such a sweet moment.
Today my baby is 2 months and 1 week old
(having born on 28th July) and every day is a wonder, every moment
cherishable. Both of us have never been too much into kids, but our baby has
transformed us. It is blissful to just look at him. Like every new parent, we
click hundreds of pictures and record smallest of new things that he does.
Attending to a baby is overwhelming and from what people say, it is just a
beginning.
So many women have delivered babies in the
past and so many would in the future. It is a natural process but now that I
have gone through it, it does not fail to amaze me. It is such an incredible
journey, and it seems so surreal to me now.
Sometimes when all three of us are
together, I get overwhelmed by looking at our baby. It was just yesterday, we
were just two of us, and now here is an adorable, tiny person, who has changed
our lives forever.
I will take a moment here to thank my
wonderful husband. I married my best friend. I have always considered him a
better human being and much more balanced than I am. I get agitated by smallest
of things but he never loses his patience. He took great care of me during entire
pregnancy, attended all appointments, cooked for me when I was too nauseous and
cheered me on when I used to get overwhelmed. I was extremely clear, I wanted
him during labour, and he held my hand the entire time. I always tell him, he
is so lucky to have seen the birth of his son, even I haven’t, and neither have
so many other people! He stayed with me in hospital. During initial few days,
ad even now, he would get up along with me to attend to baby, if he needs a
change. A couple of days before I delivered, I wrote him a small note that said
I would try to be a good mom, but I knew, he would be the greatest dad ever.
And now, with our son, we take each day at
a time.
