Friday, March 06, 2015

.... and I love him very much

And I love 
him very much........

My son, Vikram, he is my love, my undoing, my headache and my stress reliever. I always thought I was definitely not a mother material. I was utterly reckless and extremely irresponsible.
The moment I held him in my arms for the first time, I had super mixed feelings. I was excited... but I was nervous more. I was holding a wrinkly small weightless thing in my hand. What if I drop him? What if I unknowingly hurt him? What was I supposed to do with this thing?

It was nothing like we saw in films, mommies so happy and so ready for a baby. I knew I was not. If I could have my way, I would have pushed him back in my womb. He was safer there than in my hands.

Vikram was born in the month of June- a month where there is no sun just water everywhere. After almost 21 hours of long labour, I finally got him out. On the fourth day I returned back home, just to realize he was a pooping-peeing-crying machine. Within 3 hours all my mother's home made nappies were soiled. My husband and I had no energy left.

Soon my genius husband came up with a brilliant idea - Diapers. He immediately ran to the medical shop and got Pampers. The moment he wore pampers... for the first time I slept for 4 long hours, without even waking up once. Days were smooth thereafter, nights were smoother.

Vikram would sleep peacefully as Pamper would keep him dry all the time. Whenever he would wake up he was always ready to play. There is no one thing I could point that made him laugh. He was a happy-go-lucky kid. He found empty boxes to toys to chewing shoes to songs like "Pappu can't dance sala" fun.

I would like to specifically point to the above mentioned song, whenever the radio played "Pappu can't dance sala" he would start moving his hands and legs frantically- he still dances that ways. Apne pitaji pe gaya hai :D.

Thank you Pampers for making my motherhood fun and giving me a lot of memorable moments to cherish.

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