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The beginning

It all began when I started to grow curious at the whole idea of having a human being grow inside my tummy. Initially, I thought it was insane to actually have a life grow inside you (never mind the glaring fact that this is how we have preceded along generations). Yet, I was equally fascinated and dumbfounded at the very idea of carrying a life inside my tummy for a whole nine months!!! Gee, who does that? Duh, I told myself, practically most women on earth.

To beat the curiosity out of my head, I decided to take the plunge to see for myself and let the magic of nature work on me. Shortly enough, one early morning, I found myself staring at a stick with two faint pink lines that silently screamed ‘gal, you are pregnant’. I AM HAVING A BABY, I thought aloud as I tucked myself into bed after nodding at my husband who had been anxiously waiting for an answer.

We decided to take things really slow, to actually let the news seep into our heads. Nah, that didn’t work for long. We were super excited at the prospect of welcoming a miniature version that would be a fusion of us. We were ready for our next phase, parenthood.

For the first few months, I kept staring at my tummy that remained skinny as ever with no growing signs of a baby. I spent a lot of time disappointed, anxious, worried, bored, cranky, moody from time to time bombarding myself with endless questions to which google did provide some answers, most of which confused me further.

Once the food cravings set in, I set my mind on deciding the next meal. Food was all I could think about most of the time as my tongue seemed to have a say of its own. Thanks to my MIL who stepped in to decide my every course of meal. Trust me, when you’re pregnant, you have no idea what you want but you still want something. Confusing, eh? That’s how it is but it’s wonderful to have someone around.  And when you get really jumpy and moody, it surely helps to have partner around who can be your punching bag. Mine was perfect!

It gets even more jarring with the little foreign body moving inside you keeping you awake all night until he finally kicks hard to get out of your tummy to make the grand entrance. What really annoyed me was that nobody ever said that pregnancy was not 9 whole months. In fact, it was a little over 9 months which was perfect to test my patience. 

After the anxious agonized wait, the baby finally wheeled himself a day after the due date. When I finally held my newborn in my hands, I felt nothing but pure relief that it was over. Instead of cooing over the tiny baby, I was dealing with post-delivery mood swings as I let my mind adjust to the idea of having a baby of my own. But the small creature has a mind of its own who gets immense pleasure in high pitched cries.

After having my mum handle him for the first few days, I eventually got a hold of myself and also on how to soothe a crying baby. It’s been a slow start but the baby and I have learnt to love each other. 

We are a team now, for better and for worse. 

About the Author Chital Mehta loves to explore new books. After becoming a mother, she started this blog to share her experiences as a mother. Apart from being busy with her baby, she makes times for writing, reading and watching movies. She has authored 4 fiction novels. You can find details on her facebook page :Chital Mehta facebook

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  1. Awesome Chital , , !!! All the best for your team, , :) Keep writing more , , Love to hear from you, , God bless you both , ,

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