Nurturing

The Golden Period

The golden period

Pregnancy is the most beautiful period in a woman’s existence and it is a life-changing event too. A span of draining labour pain and life is transformed. A woman is now a mother. I vividly remember the butterflies in my tummy as I walked out of the bathroom seeing those two pink lines. I clutched firmly onto my husband who was witnessing my mixed emotions. I was cheerful and nervous at the same time. “I am going to be a mother!” I exclaimed, as a tear trickled down my cheek.

It was not an easy journey. To begin with, the initial few weeks were normal, but suddenly I realized that things around me had altered. My loving and caring spouse had transformed into the extra concerned better half. Suggestions were pouring in, from maintaining a healthy diet to joining yoga classes and restrictions were allotted on my favourite foods. At first I was quite appreciative of the extra attention, but later it started to annoy me, till the time I realized that I was going through mood swings which I suppose are common during these days. I had heard tales about morning sickness, acidity issues, and many other difficulties but I believe I had the strongest bond with my baby from the time I conceived and I am happy to say that I never faced such problems. I guess my baby was quite comfortable in its sanctuary and had already adjusted. The first three months flew fast and I one could hardly find any changes in my figure or body. I could still fit into my old jeans.

It was not an easy journey. To begin with, the initial few weeks were normal, but suddenly I realized that things around me had altered. My loving and caring spouse had transformed into the extra concerned better half. Suggestions were pouring in, from maintaining a healthy diet to joining yoga classes and restrictions were allotted on my favourite foods. At first, I was quite appreciative of the extra attention, but later, it started to annoy me, till the time I realized that I was going through mood swings, which I suppose are common during these days. I had heard tales about morning sickness, acidity issues, and many other difficulties but I believe I had the strongest bond with my baby from the time I conceived and I am happy to say that I never faced such problems. I guess my baby was quite comfortable in it’s sanctuary and had already adjusted. The first three months flew fast and I still could hardly find any changes in my figure or body. I could still fit into my old jeans.

But here, I would like to mention, that I noticed a new motherly feeling seemed to have sprung up in me. From a confident, fearless girl, I changed into an alarmed mother because now there was one more life beating within me. I wanted to be sure that everything I was doing was right. What if I did something wrong?? Already creating in my imagination, the picture of my little one and feeling that soft, cuddly touch, I always carried a blush on my face.

As I entered the second trimester, I could see my tummy enlarging and was advised not to wear jeans. I settled in for the deal, as it was a matter of a few months. I recall myself posing in front of the mirror holding my tummy to get a feel of my baby. Reading is my hobby and I had made it a point to spend quality time reading good books and to complete the Krishna book was my target. Lying on the bed, I was engrossed, accomplishing my goal, when suddenly I felt a little flutter within me. It wasn’t a rumble from hunger or gas, it was fleeting and gentle. At first, it felt like bubbles or popcorn popping. I then realized with a start, that “It was the first movement of my baby!” It was the most spectacular feeling I had ever experienced and I kept waiting for it to happen over and over again. As my baby grew bigger, it turned to a definite feel of kicking or punching and I had become addicted to it. As weeks passed by, I could feel a sort of bumbling around. We would play this game where it would kick and I would push back a bit. I could feel the heaviness in my body and now I could not stand for long.

Almost at the beginning of the third trimester, my mother had gifted me a photo in which the little Krishna is posing with his hands on the cheek and quietly admiring a parrot sitting on the tree. It was one of my favourite pictures and I used to spend hours looking at it. While observing the photo, you could sometimes see myself stop and smile out of nowhere, or rub my belly with a comical grin on my face as if to say “alright buddy, I know you are in there.” I have no doubt that my son carries the same smile as the one I always imagined.

I would say that in future my son would turn out to be a travel freak (believe it or not, he is one!), as I used to get cravings of travelling out in the evenings, eating the spiciest of foods and always finishing with my much-loved gadbad ice-cream. And believe me, I had all my desires fulfilled. I was so excited and so bubbly that I even insisted on doing a full-fledged two day long photo-shoot.

I was spoilt and pampered by both our families and our relatives and friends and I felt like a child again. I had a hard time getting over that later. Blessings flowed in with my baby shower. At the function, I was asked to pick one from a plate of assorted sweets. They would secretly determine the sex of the baby based on the sweet that I chose (the sweets are actually shaped like small fruits). Everyone was watching eagerly, but I knew the trick and I selected accordingly. I was given the desired fruit later.

As the delivery date approached, the movements of the baby got stronger and more visible. Sometimes when it rolled around or stretched, it would feel like a wave in my stomach. Watching my tummy, my husband would say that it looked like there was an alien inside my belly. The big day was looming and the level of my patience was dropping rapidly. I had spent hours searching for possible names and a couple of hours after that, arguing with my husband to finalize one. I had heard lots of theories from my relatives, who were speculating about whether it was a boy or girl. But I always had a special yearning for a boy, not that I am biased, it’s just that we never had a boy in my family. On the other hand, my husband was more inclined towards a girl as they had no girls in his family. The baby seemed to be quite content in my stomach and showed no signs of wanting to come out. Maybe, it was just very comfortable and happy, getting whatever it wanted, till the morning when my water bag burst and I felt my first contraction. I still remember the day when I first came face -to- face with my child. I held him in my arms and felt his warm skin on mine. I marvelled at his small but mighty cries while staring in wonder and admiring this body that had grown inside me. That’s when I felt like a mother.

I must tell you, this whole episode has changed my life. From being a self-centred person, I was suddenly turned into a caring mother. Here, I would like to stress the way motherhood changes you from inside. It has made me a more humble person. It is time to cherish and celebrate the new and amazing person I have become. Being a Mom is the best thing that could have happened to me.  The amazing thing is that it has been a continuous journey of improvement from the moment that I conceived and it will continue to make me a better person throughout my life.