The Day I was Reborn…

7th February…

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.

Wishes to Heaven

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.

September, 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).

October 2005…

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.

January 2006…

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.

Ananya @ Day 7

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.

Anu @ 6 months

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. 🙂

Yours lovingly,

Mamma

 

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Simplify your life…

Where are we heading?

Who’s responsible for all that is happening around us?

Technological advances coupled with high corporate expectations, have definitely improved our standard of living. But it has also brought in lots of perks with it. Like:

– High stress levels

– Lower energy levels

– Lack of display of emotions

– Feeling of isolation, neglect and uncared for

All this is bringing out the beast in us. Don’t you agree?

Wasn’t it beastial behavior that has brought the 2-year kid onto the AIIMS bed?

What was her sin? What wrong can a 2-year old do to anybody to have deserved such a punishment?

Do you think Falak should recover? I don’t think so.

If she recovers completely, with all her organs working properly, wudn’t she be struggling all her life with the memories of whatever has happened to her? If she recovers partially, won’t similar beasts pray upon her?

I guess these are some of the reasons, why people still don’t want a girl child to be born.

Sorry…I was born to a mother in the International Year of the Girl Child, 1979. I am a mother to two young girls. And I don’t think girls are any inferior to anyone. It’s only the bringing up that matters. No way, I am not talking about bringing up the girl child. That is definitely there. But, I believe these mishaps can only be avoided if we educate our boys since childhood. Every boy should learn to respect a girl for what she is. Comparisons should be constructive and not destructive. Can we do this?

Yes, we can.

Only by simplifying our lives. By spending more time with our kids (boys as well as girls). Spending time does not necessarily mean your physical presence. My mother used to be physically available to me at all time during my childhood and adolescence. But, it was my Dad who used to respond to all my stupid as well as valid queries thru letters. I could see my Dad in each alphabet in those letters. I could understand the real sense of what he meant thru those letters. So, I believe it is good to write to your kids once in a while. Be one amongst them whenever possible.

Penning down is easier, but it takes a lot of patience to actually implement all this. But, we should start somewhere…right??? I want a better, safer world for my kids…so, I am gonna act on this. Will you?