Baby shower, football, Kim Kardarshian ….. what’s common between these?
I’ll tell you in this episode of my mini series where I look back and relive the process of being a mother to a delightful pair of boys all over again.
Welcome onboard episode 2 of my Twin’talising Tales.
According to traditions, my Godh barai or the baby shower was held some where between the 6th or 7th months. The ceremony, also known as the seemantha in South India, is performed for the healthy pregnancy of the mother and safe delivery of the child. It is an elaborate ceremony involving a religious priest, several rituals and of course culminating in an authentic 15-course Udupi meal served on banana leaves.
By then, I was in such an advanced state of pregnancy I couldn’t sit on the floor and at my Seemantha, the bemused guests had the rare opportunity to see the mother-to-be sitting royally up on a chair while the poor husband performed his part of the rituals sitting timidly at her feet, on the floor.
Meanwhile, the boys had already begun to make their presence felt within and things began to look quite thrilling when I entered my 3rd trimester.
Both the boys are huge fans of the great game of football and they can show you some amazing skills on the football field today. Not surprising! I can trace those skills back to the days they treated the womb as one big football field with their enthusiastic kicks all through the day and well into the nights as well.
Altogether, the kicks which kept me awake, the breathing issues and other minor complications made me more than eager to see my babies anywhere else rather than in my stomach. They shared my sentiments too I guess, because when the Gynecologist finally announced that they had developed enough to be brought out into the world, both of them welcomed the news with a few back flips as if they were celebrating a huge win in the Euro Cup.
So, the boys were born at around 8.00 in the morning in the 3rd week of October. So yes that makes them librarians … oops, my bad, that should be librans. A slight pause here while I ponder on whether these two show any of the traits of people born under this particular zodiac sign. Serena Williams is a Libran apparently, so is Amitabh Bachchan, Shaan, Mahatma Gandhi, Vladimir Putin, Kim Kardarshian. Ahem! Big names yes, but the libran bar was certainly raised higher when my boys were born. Oh yeah! Was there a clap of thunder and rose petals showered from the Heavens at the precise moment when they were born? I don’t know, because I was out cold and nobody else is telling.
While we’re on the topic, I pause again to ponder on whether it is politically correct to say my babies were born! More like, extracted from within the depths of my stomach after a C-section. That’s exactly how it’s mentioned in the hospital records – T1 taken out at 8.01 am and T2 taken out at 8.02 am.
I’ll leave it to the language pundits to decide on such intricacies while we move on with our tale.
During the 10 days that I was in the hospital for post-operative care, I had a constant stream of visitors, some of whom were women patients from adjoining rooms accompanied by their relatives. Word had spread about the blockbuster in Room 12 and everyone wanted a 1st day 1st show glimpse of the twin babies and their harassed mother who looked as if she had just been hit by a meteor. Let’s make that two meteors.
On this dazed note, I shall leave you for now with the promise that I shall be back with more candid revelations on the next episode of my twintalising tales.
This is originally recorded for my on-going series on my podcast Bits and Pieces with Radhika.
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Stay safe, Stay healthy.