Three’s Company

“I am not ready yet.”

“You will never be, not even at the age of 60.”

“But I don’t think I want this baby…………..” I broke off, hoping he would understand.

Three's Company by Vinita Bahl

He looked at me and then went on to give me a detailed explanation of an abortion. I almost threw up. Decision made, we were having a baby. The only bit, we did not know a thing about this parenting business! To give you the back-story, six months into my marriage I was expecting.

Funny thing about the human race, they find pleasure in your pain. This can be endorsed by the gay abandon with which people dance in front of the bridegroom’s horse. So it was when I announced my pregnancy. Neighbours claimed they knew it from my facial glow and relatives started sending recipes to ensure I had an ‘intelligent’ and ‘fair’ baby. Honestly, all that I was concerned with was a quick labour. I couldn’t be bothered if my baby’s complexion wasn’t peaches and cream.

My hubby’s cousin gave me a book on pregnancy do’s and don’ts. It had all the advice I’d need to sail through the trimesters with dedicated sections for both mother and father to be. Day in and day out, I prayed for the baby to pop out nice and easy. I kept myself active and urged hubby to read up to be ‘prepared’. Hubby wanted a girl. I told him to take whatever we got, coz it wasn’t going back to where it came from. The pregnancy was relatively peaceful. In fact, baby express was bang on time.

“So the baby coming now?” he asked.

“It really is my first time you know”, I hissed in between mild pains.

And then he said those three beautiful words, “Where’s the book?”

I could have killed him!

I took my revenge in the labour room and crushed his hands with every contraction. Technically I was here because of him. Every time he asked me to breathe, I wished I was a dragon. My male gynecologist had told me that labour pain would bring tears to my eyes. I was in the hospital for the past 4 hours, no sign of tears. Damn, this was going to be a long night….

Baby T was here in another hour and thirty six minutes. One wimper and was back to sleeping. Being a Bollywood generation, I expected the nurse to go ballistic announcing the arrival of my bundle of joy. But…..Nothing!

I then asked the doc, “So, is it a boy or a girl?”

“Ah, It’s a girl” he said.

“WOW……….I mean……wow”

“I thought you’d say that”, he added wisely.

10 years since, the tears always are overwritten by smiles. We’ve graduated from sports channels to cartoon network, from romantic movies to Disney, from fine dining to McDonalds and from exotic vacations to family time. Do we know what parenting is all about? Nah! But we are learning every single day. 

Vinita Bahl Crasto is a mother to a divalicious 10 year old. A freelance writer, she loves to be referred to as the Domestic Goddess. Read her at http://blogwatig.blogspot.in

  • janu

    Do you seriously need a comment?

    • BlogwatiG

      Yes, yes……………….oh please yes 😀

      • janu

        Awesome writing Lady.

        • BlogwatiG

          Muah right back at you 🙂 you are so good for my self esteem!

    • Bella

      Wonderfully written… A lot of women and men are going to relate to those words exactly as they are written…. I know I was smiling and nodding through the read.

      • Thanks Bella…….you would know for sure 🙂

  • “Hubby wanted a girl. I told him to take whatever we got, coz it wasn’t going back to where it came from. ”

    Hahaha, I so get you! But isnt it wonderful how they change you, these little things that you birth? It truly is a miracle

    • BlogwatiG

      Ritu,

      All our happy moments have her in them. The life prior to that is like a big blur……funny, no?

      They change you and how….I feel this is a new life altogether.

  • that was salaam Namaste in short and more real. Fantastic 🙂

    • BlogwatiG

      Ha ha ha yeah…..thankfully we were married……lol!

  • “the tears always are overwritten by smiles” – so very true. I love how tough times are temporary and fade away!

    Enjoyed this very much, Vinita!

    • BlogwatiG

      Thanks Vidya. Yes, true that, tough times don’t last……but the tough ones do. Thanks for dropping by 🙂

  • Hi Vinita,
    You conceived 6 months into marriage..I conceived in 3 ..yikes! There was a lot of new and crazy I went through in that labor room.
    This left me in splits- ‘Every time he asked me to breathe, I wished I was a dragon.’ cause girl…atleast your hubby asked you to breathe….mine refused to say a word….such was the state of shock the poor chap was in! I cant blame him…after a full 2 days into labor…I was going super mental too 😉
    But all’s well that ends well.
    Smiles do overtake the day now and none of us would have it any other way.
    Loved this post!!
    Z~
    p.s. just got back from McDonalds with little happy meal goodies …yay!

    • BlogwatiG

      Yeah Zeenat we women can be daft at times……thank god!! Left up to me……I still would be waiting for the ‘perfect moment’. God works in mysterious ways I tell you 🙂

  • Beautiful story full of wit and humor. And, I don’t know if any of us truly figure out the parenting thing . . . 🙂
    Blessings to you!

    • BlogwatiG

      Martha, it is a never ending journey I think. Of all the things I will never cease to be a mother. And so saying, I wear the crown with pride 🙂

  • Fab

    ‘Where’s the book?’ Hilarious!!!

    • BlogwatiG

      Oh now it sounds hilarious………………..back then I really could have killed him 😛

  • Sital

    Very nice!!!! Can relate to you exprience in the labour room!

    • Ha ha ha ha I’m sure you do Sital….with all your bundles of joy!

  • Guru Vig

    So, the worthy mom is on Parentous bandwagon. I am sure ‘parents to be’ will love reading your contributions, peppered with useful tips. Someday, let your readers throng with their babies like the last scene in Vicky Donor.

    • Guru Uncle you are as generous as ever…..:) Thank you!

  • I dont know what to say , Dont have the words that can describe …

    crushed his hand 🙂 where is the book .. 🙂

    awesome

    • You would have been on his side…..I should have guessed 😛

  • Awww this was adorable… Daddy dearest always has that tinge of fear and protective nature.. Being in my 20’s, I know how my Dad has that alarmed look on his face almost all the time 😀

    Loved reading this 🙂

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