Bundle of Joy

When I think about bundle of joy the thought which strikes me instantly is my niece who actually for me righteously is the bundle of joy. I still remember both I and my eldest brother-in-law wanted a baby boy and we both would never talk about a girl child being born in the family. But my sister always wanted a girl and then came the day 24^th Aug 2004 when my sister was admitted in the hospital and the doctor told it would be cesarean and I still praying for a boy to be born.

My aunty being an anesthetist was allowed to be a part of the operation. I waited impatiently outside with my mom, dad, and grandpa waiting to hear the first cry and then I heard the cry was eager for the nurse to come and announce it clear and loud “IT’S A BABY BOY” but I was disheartened to hear “IT’S A BABY GIRL”. I know when my niece grows up and reads this she is going to kill me for it but she knows that I love her a lot and this just a blog dedicated for her and that would definitely bring a SMILE on her face any day!!!

I still can remember the broken smile on my face when the nurse revealed the news. The nurse then told me to get a oil bottle as the baby needed to be massaged so I rushed down to the medicine store of the hospital, came back and knocked the door of the Operation Theatre…that’s when my aunt came and asked me whether I wanted to see the baby…and prompt came the reply…YES and probably that YES changed everything around me…I saw a small girl crying out loud waiting for the umbilical cord to be cut…smeared with blood and white fluids…that day probably felt how elated a girl feels when she embraces motherhood. It’s an out of this world feeling though painful but a pain every woman would want to undergo.

Since that day life has never been the same for me. I always loved babies but felt this baby to be mine….wonder what I would do when I undergo the same. My brother-in-law was travelling back it was me who called and shared the news with him… I was damn sure once he sees the baby all the sadness of not being blessed with a boy would be gone and trust me readers...now she is the bundle of joy for both me and him. It’s not others are not attached to her but somehow we feel that we are the most attached at least that is what we would want to believe till our death ;-)

Each time she comes to the house and calls “LEENA MAASI” immediately a name pops out from me “YES PUCHU”. I always wonder why such a name comes from me but then maybe when you have so much of love and affection for someone you tend to call them with weird names…many may disagree but this is the only reason I could think off at the present.

I have so many memories in regard to her being a small baby in my lap till now that a blog’s space would definitely not suffice ;-) Many more memories probably is waiting to be written…Right now just have 2 photos to share from life since 2004 until now….

In case anyone wondering why PINK is only colour no prizes for guessing???