To tell you in a nutshell...this was my first pregnancy and I wasn't prepared....I thought it will be fun because I'll have somebody to play with all day....
I had no idea what goes on during the pregnancy....it was difficult and I put on many many pounds....I was craving Marathi food and couldn't find any authentic Marathi restaurant to satisfy my taste buds....
Things became more and more difficult when in the third trimester I couldn't breathe well, couldn't sleep and couldn't eat well....I was so tired....and I thought it will be easy when baby arrives......don't you laugh!!!
I went to the hospital after a series of contractions and found out that I have meconium....my baby's heartbeat was stopped for few minutes and she couldn't get any oxygen....it was complicated and they had to rush me to the operation theater.....just like in the movies....all of a sudden 7-8 nurses and a doctor came in after few minutes of admission and they inserted various needles and what not into my body......gave me oxygen....and literally ran with the bed I was in to the operation theater....I had no idea what was going on.....I was just responding to whatever they were telling me to do....
All I thinking was to deliver a healthy child....in the operation theater doctor told me that they had to deliver the baby by C-section to save her life....one of the doctors gave me local anesthesia and started to loose the sensation in my body starting my tows....I asked one of the doctors or nurses or somebody in the uniform there that " I am going to fall a sleep now?" , he said "No"....at the same time the nurse was asking for my signature on some paper....they were holding up a cover so that I won't be able to see the operation....
I started shouting "call my husband, call my husband"...." I want my husband".....I was so scared...I had no idea what the hell were they doing behind the curtain....after few minutes my hubby came in and sat beside me....after few more minutes some nurse called him to hold my baby.....Oh boy!!! she was so cute...just like a little doll with a cute little hat and all covered up....I couldn't hold her or touch her at the moment because of the local anesthesia but I started crying....Oh my baby!!!
I was moved to one of the private rooms.....nurses cleaned me up....I kept asking about my baby....she couldn't be with me because of the complications....for four days she was in a Special Care Nursery.....for few more hours I was under anesthesia....I forced my husband many times to get a picture or a video of her.....(his mother was there and told him not to....long story but don't want to think about that woman ever)....finally he did get the video and she was very active and cute even with all the tubes running through the needles from her tiny little body.....after two days the doctor told us that she is having a jaundice and had to keep her under some kind of light for 24hrs....I just couldn't take it.....
But it was over soon and they handed her over to me.....I was so scared to hold her....oh!! how do I change her diaper? What do I do when she cries? How do I feed her? What do I do? But finally it all changed and I enjoyed time with her....she is my life....Can't imagine my life without her....Manimau !!! I love you so much!!!
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
majhi manu
मनु चार वर्ष्यांची झाली तरी अजुन थोड़े बोबडेच बोलते.......सकाळी उठल्याबरोबर बड बड बड सुरु होते...."आई it's sunny day get up", " I am hungry", "I want breakfast cereal" असे चालू होते.....आपण उठले की मग तिची भूक संपते अणि लगेच खेळायचे असते.....
" अग आधी दात घास, मग नंतर खेळ "
"पण मला खेळायचय , आत्ता,"
"शाळेत जायचय की नाही छोट्या मुलांबरोबर खेळायला ? "
"नाही.......मला T. V वर thomas लाव....."
हे रोजचेच आहे.....पण थोडेसे distract केल्यावर विसरते....आणि अगदी उड्या मारत गाडीत बसते....बेल्ट तिलाच लावायचा असतो.....काहीही करायचे झाले की कसे करायचे हे माहिती नसतानासुद्धा "मी, मी, मला करायचय, मी करते" असे चालू असते......ऐकूनतर काहीच घेणार नाही.....आरडा ओरडा करुन कधी गोड गोड बोलुन हवे ते करुन घेते....पक्की ड्यम्बिस आहे......एवढासा जिव पण आवाज मात्र अख्या San Jose ला ऐकू जाइल......कधी कशाला नाही म्हंटले की कोठेही असलो तरी ठणाणा करणार....
सगळ्याच गोष्टींचे कौतुक वाटते......मैत्री तर अगदी कोणाही बरोबर करते.......स्वताहाच खेळायला जाइल....खुप मस्ती लागते दिवसभर....दमत कशी नाही कोण जाणे......दुपारीही कधीच झोपत नाही....काही ना काही उद्योग चालूच असतो....कोणतीही गोष्ट पटकन आत्मसात करते....पण मनात असेल तरच करणार....आपण कौतुकाने काही कर म्हंटले तर करेलच असे नाही.....अगदी मनिमाऊच आहे....
प्रचंड प्रेमळ आहे......रोज हजारवेळातरी मला " आई, I Love you " असे गळ्यात पडून म्हणनार........काहीही करत असली तरी बघत बसावेसे वाटते.....बागेत सायकल खेळायला तर खुप आवडते.......
रोज चार तास शाळेत जाते पण विचारले शाळेत काय केले तर " काही नाही" असे उत्तर तयार.......काही ना काही उद्योग शाळेतही चालूच असतात.......creative आहे.....शिकलेली गोष्ट पटकन practical मधे उतरवते.....A -Z तर दोन वर्ष्यांची असतानाच शिकली.....ते सुद्धा t .v वर सुपर व्हाय बघून......मला तर चौथी पाचवीपर्यंत इंग्रजी येत नव्हते......
असो....अगदी डोक्यावर नाही बसवणार पण तिच्या इच्छा ज्या आवाक्यात आहेत अणि योग्य वाटतात त्या निश्चितच पूर्ण करणार.....God belss her .....
" अग आधी दात घास, मग नंतर खेळ "
"पण मला खेळायचय , आत्ता,"
"शाळेत जायचय की नाही छोट्या मुलांबरोबर खेळायला ? "
"नाही.......मला T. V वर thomas लाव....."
हे रोजचेच आहे.....पण थोडेसे distract केल्यावर विसरते....आणि अगदी उड्या मारत गाडीत बसते....बेल्ट तिलाच लावायचा असतो.....काहीही करायचे झाले की कसे करायचे हे माहिती नसतानासुद्धा "मी, मी, मला करायचय, मी करते" असे चालू असते......ऐकूनतर काहीच घेणार नाही.....आरडा ओरडा करुन कधी गोड गोड बोलुन हवे ते करुन घेते....पक्की ड्यम्बिस आहे......एवढासा जिव पण आवाज मात्र अख्या San Jose ला ऐकू जाइल......कधी कशाला नाही म्हंटले की कोठेही असलो तरी ठणाणा करणार....
सगळ्याच गोष्टींचे कौतुक वाटते......मैत्री तर अगदी कोणाही बरोबर करते.......स्वताहाच खेळायला जाइल....खुप मस्ती लागते दिवसभर....दमत कशी नाही कोण जाणे......दुपारीही कधीच झोपत नाही....काही ना काही उद्योग चालूच असतो....कोणतीही गोष्ट पटकन आत्मसात करते....पण मनात असेल तरच करणार....आपण कौतुकाने काही कर म्हंटले तर करेलच असे नाही.....अगदी मनिमाऊच आहे....
प्रचंड प्रेमळ आहे......रोज हजारवेळातरी मला " आई, I Love you " असे गळ्यात पडून म्हणनार........काहीही करत असली तरी बघत बसावेसे वाटते.....बागेत सायकल खेळायला तर खुप आवडते.......
रोज चार तास शाळेत जाते पण विचारले शाळेत काय केले तर " काही नाही" असे उत्तर तयार.......काही ना काही उद्योग शाळेतही चालूच असतात.......creative आहे.....शिकलेली गोष्ट पटकन practical मधे उतरवते.....A -Z तर दोन वर्ष्यांची असतानाच शिकली.....ते सुद्धा t .v वर सुपर व्हाय बघून......मला तर चौथी पाचवीपर्यंत इंग्रजी येत नव्हते......
असो....अगदी डोक्यावर नाही बसवणार पण तिच्या इच्छा ज्या आवाक्यात आहेत अणि योग्य वाटतात त्या निश्चितच पूर्ण करणार.....God belss her .....
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
An elephant & two kids
Sometimes some events just don't get out of your head....couple of things happened to me or should I say I witnessed that I can never forget.....
I was may be 20-22 yrs old.....I was coming from college or work I don't remember......It was as usual very hot day in Mumabi....I was very thirsty too.....I was walking down the road to the house and I saw one very old elephant with two people on him.....they were having fun and the elephant was collecting money and stuff that people were giving him.....
As I was walking I looked at the elephant's eyes and saw tears coming out .....lather on his mouth...looked very tired too.....for one moment I thought he is looking at me and asking for help...saying "I am very tired and thirsty. Please help me get out of this misery..", I was stunned for a moment but like a heartless person I kept walking.....definitely I could have gotten bucket or two water for him.....but I didn't and I still feel guilty....
The other and very disturbing thing happened in the train at around 11pm.....I was coming home from my shift......I was very tired of all day work and study and mainly traveling.....the compartment was little bit crowded but everyone had a seat....on the bench beside me I noticed a muslim woman with around 8month old and 4-5yr old girl.....she clearly wasn't their mother.....the infant was unaware of anything but the girl was little bit scared and hit the woman......the woman yelled "why are you hitting your mother?", I said to the lady beside me that the woman doesn't look their mother at all....she just smiled but the woman with kids heard and looked at me as if I caught her......
I couldn't decide what to do....there was one police hawaldar in the compartment but he didn't look concerned about anything....I thought may be I should tell him but I didn't....my station arrived and stepped out of the train....but couldn't get those kids out of my head......I was walking thinking and I saw one PCO open and decided to call the police.....I called 100 and told them about the woman and where they were headed.....the policeman on the phone told me that I should call railway police and it doesn't come under his authority.....I was stunned and so was the man on the PCO.....he didn't charge me for the phone call but did say that police is no help ......that's true....people who lived in Mumbai would know....
So no action was taken to rescue those kids.....two lives were ruined.....can't imagine what their mothers had to go through.....I am ashamed of myself.....lot of times I put myself through difficult situations to help women and kids in trouble.....but I can't forgive myself for not helping these two innocent kids.....what can do now but to wish that, that woman should suffer insufferable pain in her life....
I was may be 20-22 yrs old.....I was coming from college or work I don't remember......It was as usual very hot day in Mumabi....I was very thirsty too.....I was walking down the road to the house and I saw one very old elephant with two people on him.....they were having fun and the elephant was collecting money and stuff that people were giving him.....
As I was walking I looked at the elephant's eyes and saw tears coming out .....lather on his mouth...looked very tired too.....for one moment I thought he is looking at me and asking for help...saying "I am very tired and thirsty. Please help me get out of this misery..", I was stunned for a moment but like a heartless person I kept walking.....definitely I could have gotten bucket or two water for him.....but I didn't and I still feel guilty....
The other and very disturbing thing happened in the train at around 11pm.....I was coming home from my shift......I was very tired of all day work and study and mainly traveling.....the compartment was little bit crowded but everyone had a seat....on the bench beside me I noticed a muslim woman with around 8month old and 4-5yr old girl.....she clearly wasn't their mother.....the infant was unaware of anything but the girl was little bit scared and hit the woman......the woman yelled "why are you hitting your mother?", I said to the lady beside me that the woman doesn't look their mother at all....she just smiled but the woman with kids heard and looked at me as if I caught her......
I couldn't decide what to do....there was one police hawaldar in the compartment but he didn't look concerned about anything....I thought may be I should tell him but I didn't....my station arrived and stepped out of the train....but couldn't get those kids out of my head......I was walking thinking and I saw one PCO open and decided to call the police.....I called 100 and told them about the woman and where they were headed.....the policeman on the phone told me that I should call railway police and it doesn't come under his authority.....I was stunned and so was the man on the PCO.....he didn't charge me for the phone call but did say that police is no help ......that's true....people who lived in Mumbai would know....
So no action was taken to rescue those kids.....two lives were ruined.....can't imagine what their mothers had to go through.....I am ashamed of myself.....lot of times I put myself through difficult situations to help women and kids in trouble.....but I can't forgive myself for not helping these two innocent kids.....what can do now but to wish that, that woman should suffer insufferable pain in her life....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)