11th of this month, Joy turned two (Yay!). Now two, its a strange number. I mean, its hard to decide if he is a big boy which he claims to be (he has declared himself a biggg boy and also a suppperr boy!) or still a small baby. When he was born, he was small. When he turned one, he was big (but small). Now when he is two, he must be a big boy, isn’t it?
Anyways, there are times when I and PIC say, ‘When Joy was small, he would do this, do that’ and then realization would strike that he is still small.
Joy gifted himself to me on Mother’s day. I mean, I found out that I was pregnant on Mother’s day. Apart from my own family i.e, MIL and FIL, PIC (obviously!), I only shared this news with Visha. I did not share it with my mom, my family, my extended family and even my friends. How they found out (after two months) is a different and a sad story altogether.
My pregnancy journey was not an easy one. No one’s journey is easy during pregnancy but I am sure, atleast, its a happy journey. Well, mine was not. I lost my SIL, BIL, who were in their 30s and my neice (6), in a car accident and my nephew (8) was badly injured too. That is when my entire family found out about my pregnancy. The doctor had advised me complete bed rest and also asked me to step down, only when I had to use the loo. Two months I did exactly what she said. But after this accident, everything changed. My nephew was completely dependent on me and PIC. It took him two months to get down from the bed. Not only this, MIL lost her eyesight completely after hearing this news. Her vision earlier was only 80 percent but now she couldn’t see someone sitting next to her also. So, in short, everyone was dependent on me and PIC.
It was difficult but finally, Joy arrived on 11th January, 2013. I know it might be hard to digest for few, but before getting operated, I told the doctor not to show me the baby if it was a boy. They did exactly the same but I was not told the gender till then. I was still hoping it to be a girl. Little later, the doctor came and informed, ‘Congratulations! chokra hua hain! (its a boy).’
I was adamant on not seeing him(I was anyways not in my senses to see him properly!) but when I saw how everyone had already started ignoring me and were under ‘his’ spell, I wanted to see if ‘his’ magic worked on me. After all, it was only a baby who looked more like a cotton candy. What! I was hungry too!
And, then I realised, love at first sight do happen. I so badly wanted to hold him but damn the stitches! And, there was already a long queue (yeah, right!) to hold him and my number was yet to come. And, when it finally did come, all he did was open his eyes for a second, stared at me and passed a yawn as if I bored him.
P.S. This is how, in short, Joy arrived in my life.
P.P.S. This is a very small summary of what happened in nine months of my pregnancy and I have no idea if this makes sense or not to whoever is reading (ofcourse!). But I wanted it to document it here before everything was erased from my pea sized brain. I have written it in my diary too but these days, Joys takes away my books and diary saying, its his! I guess, I will have to either keep the diary in my bank locker or in some secret place before someone reaches it! *gulp*
P.P.P.S Don’t ask me about the smartness behind the title of the post! I am not smart, remember na!
P.P.P.P.S. I asked you not to ask me about the title of this post because PIC asked me and I thought you guys (whoever is reading) would also ask. So!