I missed most of the questions the elder one asked when she learned mommy dear is planning to bring another kid to family. Initially she was indifferent but later on took active interest in knowing what is happening on the baby front. One night while she was sleeping with her granny I smuggled her mother to the nearest hospital where the Missus was enrolled for the pregnancy.
Her Nanee sent her to school and called me to find out if everything is ok. She is in the OT I informed her. Soon the operation was over and the younger one came in our life.
I went home to bring the elder one and Nanee to hospital. The elder one screamed with joy on learning she has got a baby sister. Without even waiting for the newborn to come home, she made space for her in the room, designated some toys for her to be shared.
Soon we reached hospital and the elder one enjoyed holding the little one in her arms and named her Pinkette, for the bundle in her arms with the little face trying to focus eyes was all pink in color.
When I told her that it will be two years before they can play or sleep together she was a bit disappointed.
“Oh”, she remarked, “Can’t we get a slightly older baby? May be mom should have gone to hospital 2 years ago?”
She tried to give us some gyan based on her understanding about babies and hospital.
The Missus was still in a bit of haze due to all the drugs she was given during delivery, so all the questions of the elder one were addressed to me.
“Why can’t we get a bigger baby? Does it cost more? It would be better if we get a bigger baby this way we don’t have to clean her potty and wait for her to grow up?” More questions on why we cannot get a bigger ready to play baby followed. I was tired with running around since last night and was trying to keep my cool amongst the volley of questions
“So should we return her and get a new one?” I asked her with a smile.
This made the elder one go into deep thoughts she was silent for a long time and then she spoke,
“You know papa, although a bigger baby would have been better, but I love my sister and I would not like to send her back. It is ok; I can wait for her to grow up to play with me. AS she is my sister, I already love her and I have also given her a name so she is ours. Let us keep her, may be next time you can get a bigger baby.”
I just smiled looking at Missus still entrapped in all kind of tubes and mumbled in her ears.
“There will be no next time, our family is complete”. Even in her haze Missus pressed my hand and smiled weakly, and the whole universe smiled with her.
Sasha and Prasad Np are proud parents of 2 girls whom they fondly call Princess and Pinkette. He wears many hats after taking a break from being corner office critter for a long time. He is now an entrepreneur, blogger, photographer, traveler and a potential investor in start-ups with unique concepts especially if they are in travel related business. He blogs at Desi Traveler, and can be reached at Facebook and Twitter.