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After six years of being married, our little miracle of life made her appearance inside my womb. I had read that it was rare for a woman to feel the actual moment of conception, and I am lucky to be one of those. I animatedly remember that sweet pain that lasted for may be a few micro seconds. My husband was sitting next to me, and I told him with a smile that I knew I was pregnant. We waited for my monthly date to pass, and then a home pregnancy test confirmed the news of the arrival of our mini bundle of happiness in a few months from then.
It took me a while, or may be a lot of “while”, for the feeling to sink in. Then, I started my regular visits to the doctor. I was 34 at that time, and the doctor henceforth kept a close watch on the baby’s growth and my health. I downloaded a baby tracking app on the phone, and started reading “what to expect when you are expecting”.
With God’s grace, I kept excellent health, barring the usual bouts of indigestion and constipation. My happiness kept growing faster than my belly! I kept active with house work and office work. The doctor advised me to attend office for as long as I was comfortable.
It was at the beginning of the ninth month that our assistant doctor told my husband that the baby is likely to make its debut in the next ten days. I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t nervous upon hearing this. After a couple of days, I started with my six months’ maternity leave, so that I could get some time to myself before the tiny storm made its appearance. This was on the 4th of December, 2018. In this time, I shopped online for the baby and for myself, kept busy with house work, and listened to devotional songs as well as fun, upbeat songs.
Little did I know then, that was only the start of what turned out to be the “longest wait of my life”. Ten days passed, and then fifteen, and then twenty. Still, there were no signs of the baby even trying to pop out! My due date was 28 December, 2018, and on that very day, I was sitting on the sofa with my legs flexed on the table, eating parathas from a plate that rested nicely on my enormous baby bump.
We visited the doctor that day, and he advised us to wait for two more days. It is really easy to guess what happened after those two days! On 31 December, 2018, a detailed sonography was carried out, and we saw the baby nicely snuggled up inside me, enjoying her stay in her first home.
Finally, on the last night of the year of 2018, and in the 41st week of my pregnancy, I was admitted in the hospital. My husband and I lay awake the entire night with the sound of fire crackers, and people rejoicing on the streets.
On the first day of the New Year, with the crack of the dawn, I heard a cry. It was the cry of the most beautiful baby to be ever born, and that cry sounded a lot like the word “mamma”!
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