This is the first baby we were seeing after our lil sisters, so many years ago. While V’s family spreads to half of Chennai (it’s true!!), mine is pretty small and M is the first baby in the family. At first our families didn’t get our decision of wanting to be alone, but soon they were on board, almost entertained at the idea of what was going to hit us soon!Four days before the due date, my water broke at a mall, right as I finished the last bite of the dessert.
It gave the restaurant guys and mall security team, a sense of reason and purpose to their jobs. They were operating as a team today – with their walki-talkies and arranging for the wheel chair for the pregnant lady whose water broke (and kept on leaking!!!! Yup. no one tells you that part!), whose husband ran around the mall to find a pharmacy, then needed help to get the car out of parking asap. It was all very dramatic and comical. Random people were excited and happy and worried for us. And so, as we left the mall with so much drama having taken place, there were about 20 people waving us goodbyes and goodluck to us.
And the next day Myra was born. She was beautiful and alert and perfect. We brought her home and figured out feeding, bathing, changed diapers, washed and sterilized bottles, and stared at her a lot. We were completely tired and sleep deprived. And so happy. It was amazing and exhausting, and I would it just the same if I had to again.
V is so hands on, so involved and so in love. I knew he would be an amazing dad, and he is, but what came as a bit of a pleasant surprise is how he is so amazing with M. He makes up amazing stories to tell her and sings and dances silly for her. And needless to say, she loves it all!