She arrives with Aplomb, a la Goddess
It was almost a couple of days since my sister-in-law was admitted to the hospital for her much awaited delivery. Assumptions, predictions (about the delivery and sex of the baby) and visits by the gynaecologist to my sister in law’s room flew thick and fast. We were getting slightly edgy, as even induced labour pain did not seem to have had an effect on the little one inside. It was 5th June when my sister in law was admitted to the hospital and till morning of 7th June it was status quo. It was expected that most probably 7 th would be the day, but when we didn’t know. The would be born baby’s grandparents were stationed 24X7 in the hospital, while the father and aunt were doing periodic but regular rounds. It was again, a day of anticipation on 7th, as I got up in the morning, having come back the previous evening. I got up, did all my morning stuff, breakfast, etc and I settled down to write (in all readiness), as was my routine. I had just switched my laptop on and was getting into the groove, when my phone rang. I almost jumped with excitement. It was around 10 am, I remember, probably a few minutes to 10. “It is a girl”, my father and the proud grandpa exclaimed, excitement brimming in his voice. “Yay Whoo hoo”, I screamed on the phone, elated to no bounds. I was shaking with exhilaration and happiness. I told my dad I am off to the hospital and hung up.
Around 15 minutes later, I was there, outside the Operation theatre or ICU or whatever it was (I didn’t care) and saw my father waiting outside. My father briefed me on how the lil’ thing created quite a furor. My sis in law had to be wheeled in the OT urgently on account of a minor complication. And the little angel came out in a mere 25-30 minutes! The doctor, I was told, called her a naughty baby who was slated for a grand and rushed entry in this world. After that, I gestured to my dad, “where do I go?” my father pointed to a door and I just rushed in there. I was just too jumpy to wait. I went inside and there she was. The cutest, most chubby and amazing baby I had ever seen in my life. She was wrapped in a black blanket sort of a thing, her eyes half closed, rosy, chubby cheeks, a flat triangle for nose, loads of thick, black curly hair and beautiful nails (yes her nails looked as if she had done manicure inside). She was curled up snugly in her father’s arms, without a worry in the world.
I just kept looking at her. In my mind, I said, “this is unbelievable!” OH MY GOD! I am an aunt now! And this is the ‘thing’ we were waiting for, so eagerly. There were a couple of nurses there, and they were going absolutely gaga over that bundle of joy. They did not seem to have had enough of her and took my niece from her father’s arms. My mother, her grandmother too, appeared there, just then, after ensuring my sister in law was doing okay. Finally, after marveling over every detail of my new born niece, I took her in my arms. Whoa! Was she heavy or what? She weighed more than 4 kg, surpassing even her father, who was a heavy baby. But I didn’t care how much she weighed. I held her, with utmost care and looked at that bundle in my arms. It was the best feeling I had in a long time. Now this little bundle is almost 3 months old and every time I take her in my arms, the feeling prevails! Love you, my dearest niece!