The lost one

Dear Precious,

April last year, your papa and I chanced upon a webpage which had the advertisement of an ovulation calculator. On a whim I entered the required dates and there it showed, that I had a ‘window’ of 5 days and that particular day was the last of the 5. Planning for a kid was not in the agenda. But that night, something clicked somewhere and we entered into the baby making business.

The start of May showed no sign of you. Then my mind went into an overdrive. If I happen to conceive in May, that would result you in February – our favourite month of the year. Triple celebrations would have followed. After all the scheming, plotting and the threatening have-to-do-it-tonight emotional blackmailings to the husband, you finally had me anticipated and on my toes when I did not get my periods in June. On the day your maternal grandparents were to arrive at home after a long train journey of 2 days, I could contain my excitement no longer. In the morning before picking them up from the railway station, I saw a faint line in the home pregnancy test. It was not very dark and so we made a trip to a gynec’s to get it confirmed. The doc poked around and showed me a little coin shaped sac in my belly – your nest. As I welcomed your grandparents with a mischievous smile announcing you, the twinkle and shock in their eyes remains to be treasured.  One week of full pampering by two sets of grandparents and you made your presence all the more felt by the repeated nausea and fatigue. I shivered a little when I found that I had some spotting in the morning the return train journey was scheduled. I could not in any way discuss anything in front of the happy faces departing from home. A quick call to your pediatrician uncle made me fix the next available appointment at the radiologist’s. All through the waiting time at the reception the next day at the scan centre, your papa kept pacifying the agitated and nervous me. The radiologist asked me thrice if this was my first pregnancy, making me confused. Then he showed me the screen and said I see no evidence of a pregnancy. I insisted otherwise, showing the previous scan reports. We had lost you.

The gynec is a no-nonsense lady and said as a matter-of-fact tone that it is quite normal for first timers and we will have plenty of time and chances later. All through the day I kept getting calls from your uncles and aunts having words of comfort for me. Your papa was the rockstar during this time – always keeping my spirits up. The five days following your disappearance had me suffer the worst of my cramps. And then I thought – you had a good life after all 🙂 Till the time you were there, there was never a dull moment for you and me. I had access to the yummiest of foods, no work at all and so much of relaxation! Dear one, you are and always will be a blessing to me – teaching so many things about life, people, hope and patience.

Your papa and I decided that we will stop trying for a few months and focus on healing myself physically and being happy in general. I got a beautiful surprise in the form of a birthday vacation and I welcomed the new year quite adventurously.

Can you imagine the shock of surprise when I saw two pink lines on a home pregnancy test at 4 in the morning a couple of months down the line?

You were planned – prim and proper.

And this little monkey made its presence without any kind of following the ‘to-do’ list – checking the ovulation calendar, eating the right foods, taking prenatal vitamins, best positions for baby making, yadda yadda and all the guidelines which make so many websites mint money like anything. I was so shocked that I shook up the deep-in-slumber husband and showed him the stick. Guess what he said. “Oh wow, congrats Visha” And then goes to sleep. Just. Like. That. In the morning I am made to listen to his ‘dream’ about me doing out this previous scene. But since mamma knows your papa so well, she had already foreseen this and clicked a picture of the stick. It was his turn to be in a state of shock :mrgreen: And in that state of disbelief he was, until he heard the heartbeat at the radiologist’s. And how was I? The same.

You know me. Things have to go according to my plan. I am skeptical to things taking me off-guard. So when this pregnancy started becoming more and more real with the morning+noon+night sickness, I also counted the day when the monkey will finally come into this world. It turned out to be May. The hottest month of the year. There I was, planning for your arrival in February, and here I am expecting a summer baby.

So how is the monkey doing?

Well, I think I will face a mega-faceoff once he/she comes to know that I am referring to her/him as monkey. So we will be a bit kind and give a short and sweet name, like, umm…Moo? Yeah, Moo it shall be.

So Moo is now 25 weeks old, sitting pretty in the tummy having made all the arrangements conducive to itself without even 1% of regard to mummy. Moo does not like me sitting or sleeping, I should always be vertical or walking. As soon as I sit in the office seat, I get a hello from Moo by the way of a well-aimed kick. Post lunch is the play time, where the tummy becomes a playground – playing occurs up, down, right, left, whichever direction is possible. Already there are food preferences, you know? Strawberry shakes are welcome, but beetroot juice is not.

Ah well, this is just the tip of the tip of the iceberg I think.

Yours, craving-to-sleep-on-the-stomach mummy.

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60 thoughts on “The lost one

  1. You are a sweet heart 🙂 What a lovely lovely post.
    Glad you are back..LOL at Zack thinking it was a dream 😀
    Hugs hugs .. Take good care.. Can’t wait for Moo tales 🙂

    • I was just too wound up with work Tharani…I had an early February deadline, and the first thing I did after it got over was log in to WP 😀

      He behaved the most stupid way possible 😉

  2. Awww! A big hug sweetheart! From now on, everything will just go good and baby moo will coo soon (I feel like TR! :P).

    ” craving-to-sleep-on-the-stomach mummy.” LOL! I pity you Visha 😛

  3. Oh 🙂 🙂 happy feeeling eh 🙂 🙂 way to go 🙂 🙂 wishing moo to grow real stronger 🙂 🙂 now you gotta give up feb and start planning whether it is boy or girl 🙂 🙂 oh the color blue and pink fight will start pretty soon 🙂 🙂 🙂 i love the name moo 😀 😀 congrats guys 🙂

      • lol yea 🙂 🙂 happy time starts 🙂 eat till you feel enough!!! after moo comes, boy you will have no time to eat!!! its a very good phase that you are experiencing now 🙂 🙂 Keep writing, willing to read your happy moments vish 🙂 really happy for you guys 🙂 let moo comes all strong and happy 🙂 🙂

  4. Awww!! Cuteness overload I say!!! Totally!!!

    Be blessed and take good care of urself and Moo 🙂

    Hugs to the lost one!!! U almost gave me a scare with the Title!! Seriously!

  5. You scared me with the title Visha!
    Wish Moo and her Mama healthy and happy days ahead 🙂
    My son was called ‘Brr Brr’ when in tummy.. ya he got some weird parents.. 🙂

  6. I was too scared to read the post as your title threw me off Visha…Hug Hugs.

    And Awww, Moo, I’m already loving you to pieces 🙂 Curiously, I have the habit of naming things Moo! Be blessed and Stay safe both of you 🙂

  7. Awww.. What a heart warming post Visha! My first time here and I am loving your posts.
    I fell in love with Moo instantly! ❤

    Take care! Lots of warm hugs and belly rubs to Moo! :-*

  8. So Moo it is and very shortly making way in this world, eh? Visha, I’m so glad I came to your blog today, feeling elated!

    Wishing you all the good luck sweetheart, you’re a brave girl and you’ll do well at the finale, I know 🙂

    Moo, aww, such a cute name! Love it! Say Hi to Moo for me 🙂

    Much Love!

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