The most important day in our lives…
Vix and I got married after having known each other for over 3 years.
I have a friend list that can run into pages…but after my parents, and my lil sis,Vix is the only person on earth, who understands me so well. He’s been with me through the thick and thin of the journey called Life.
After a year and a half of our marriage, I was diagnosed with Endometriosis, a completely destroyed ovary, two ovarian cysts and two completely blocked fallopian tubes.
Endometriosis is a female health disorder that occurs when cells from the lining of the womb (uterus) grow in other areas of the body. This can lead to pain, irregular bleeding, and infertility.
I underwent a surgery in June, 2004. Life was tough for the next two years, with my continuous medications, societal questioning and self-accusation leading to occassional bouts of depression. But with Vix and my family by my side, I could get on with it. Depressed to the core, I was.
And then my prayers were answered.
Thanks to my gynae, Ms. Kamal Buckshee (a 65+; I envy her for the warm and wonderful person she is, the way she carries herself and for her positive attitude), I shared the good news with my family and friends in June 2005.
A sweet little butterfly often made me feel its presence by fluttering its wings in my womb. It was like my shadow, which used to be with me all the while. (The difference was this one didn’t disappear at sunset, rather was more active post sunset).
Oh, I just cherish the moment when you kicked me the very first time. A feeling no Mom can explain well enough. I used to talk to you all the time. I used to write to you regularly. My every breath knew your presence and wanted to protect you with all I had.
You were just weeks away from being there in my arms. Kicking, turning and punching hard all the time. Though a bit painful it was, I was loving it all. There are few things in the world as exciting as feeling your baby move inside your belly.
6th February 2006…
Your Dad had a travel assignment, he couldn’t cancel. But we were fine, coz you were to come on Valentine’s Day only. Dad left on the wee hours of 6th Feb to return on 13th Feb.
7th February, 2006…
Restless like you are even now, you couldn’t wait for long.
Yes, I was Reborn on the 7th of February, 2006 as a Mother. You put life back into me and after a long long time. I learned to live again, enjoy life and have fun.
There your were, a cute little bundle with curious eyes wide open, looking at all the docs, nurses, and pediatricians in the labour ward and finally started crying after you were able to locate me. My happiness then knew no bounds. Even today, I cherish every moment of that journey called Pregnancy.
A wonderful birthday to my baby girl Ananya, who’s turning 6 tomorrow.
This is to tell you once again…I Love You, my angel. 🙂