This too is edited from one of my earlier posts on my old but now redundant blog!
That’s me! My daughter was born on almost three years back in October, 2005. After months of speculation and desiring a daughter, God finally made me the happiest guy around. Those nine months have been a roller coaster, more for me than Megs, my wife. I was the one who panicked at every small thing. And Megs has our good friend Ash Mo to blame. She thinks that he has drilled the concept of panicking in my otherwise ok head. But anyways, she has her right of opinion, and I am nobody to challenge that, hence I agree. You would too, if you were married to Megs. There’s no other way!!!
Anyways, there have been a lot of firsts in these months. First time Megs told me we were expecting a child was sometime in Feb, I guess. I had taken half day off from work and was taking a nap, when she gently woke me up and told me of the home test results. I was so happy; tears welled up in my eyes. That day, I guess we would have entered the Guinness book for the world’s best hug, but no one was watching! Old wives tales suggest that we don’t reveal this for three months, but we just had to tell Ash and Trups Mo about this. So we told them and then Ash sat me down and gave me the rundown on how to take and give tension! According to him it’s our right to panic and behave like that.
Time passed fairly quickly and before long Megs was making trips with her mom to finalise the hospital and she narrowed down on one. For some reason she asked me to have a look at it before they finalized it. Taking advantage of her asking me for once, I made a few grumbling noises on some miscellaneous non existing issues. I say non-existing because they didn’t exist in her mind. And as already pointed out I had to agree. Throughout the pregnancy, Megs was fed with stories and reasons on why she is going to have a boy. In fact a renowned astrologer whom she bumped into took a long look at her face and predicted that she was going to have a boy. Contrary to Megs, I was convinced I was having a daughter. (I‘d like to meet that man again and laugh at him!!).
Myra decided to make a grand entry into this world 5 days before the scheduled date. One day Megs was shopping at Food Bazaar and that’s when she had to be taken to the hospital and I was promptly called and told that the baby was ready. I was in office and was planning to be there till about 10 that night. But I had to cut short my plans and make a dash for hospital. I made it in 40 minutes flat from Worli to 4 Bunglows at 8.30 in the night. Hey does anybody clock these timings??
Anyways I was hanging outside the hospital trying very hard to behave like a expectant father, pace up and down and smoke cigarettes. And then when we heard it was a girl, I went in and saw this tiny little thing trying to understand where she was and why there was so much noise and light around. The feeling was overwhelming. I will never forget the first time I saw my daughter. Its there stuck in my mind for eternity. The first time I held her was on my birthday a week later, the first time I changed nappies was another week later, and the first time I patted her to sweet slumber on my lap was the same day. Its been a fantastic three years, with every day bringing greater joys watching Myra grow. But nothing compares to the moment when she looked at me directly in the eye and gave me the most wonderful, beautiful and cutest toothless smile in the world!
