Aadya Diaries - She Turns 3_Mini Blog 5

Sequence 5: April 4, 2020. 7.50am

A nurse comes out of the ward. Caring Aadya in a pink towel. She gives her to me. ❤️

I take her in my arms and I look at life’s best gift ever. I had no idea how to hold her, no idea what to think, or say or feel. This was surreal. This was magic. Sheer joy, incredible ecstasy. And in that instance nothing else mattered. It was just me and her... ❤️❤️

She was incredibly beautiful. Small, pink, she had lovely hair styled in spikes 🤣, she was fuzzy and warm. Still steaming. Till date the only description i have is she looked like bowl of hot Idlies🍵. Fluffy, warm and just incredibly soft.

She opened her eyes a tiny bit, looked at me and cooed. Oh that voice! The power in that tiny cooing. It melted me right then, inflated my heart with hope, Joy and peace. She got cozy and settled in my elbows. But she didn’t take her eyes off me. This moment I realised would become the moment I’ll remember when I finally close my eyes in this world. Nothing else would be purer or happier...

I looked into her eyes and the last 28 hours flashed by. The power of womanhood, the joy and pain for a mother, my journey from this moment on as a husband and a father became suddenly clear... I made 3 promises to Aadya that day. Promises I’ll not share with this world, not even with her.. but promises that will change me as a person... 

She’s made this world an incredible place already. If you’re reading this, you love Aadya for sure. By getting love out of you and this world, she’s making it a better place.

I’ve remembered and rejoiced every moment with Aadya. Oh there is loads to talk. We’ll talk them through her life. For now, thank you for enjoying these posts. My day has been incredible today, I hope you’ve had some positivity in it too.

Give her some love. She’ll give you tremendously in return!
 
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Aadya Diaries - She Turns 3_Mini Blog 4

Sequence 4 : April 4, 2017. 1am ish..

I was back in the hospital room. Alone. Totally defeated, all my ego gone to dust... The helplessness was killing. I realized my contribution to the birth of our child has been almost next to nothing. I’ve had only happy experiences the last 9 months while Myts has undergone mood swings, pain bouts, hunger pangs, hormonal changes and now incredible physical pain.

Needing distraction I switch on my laptop and play a movie, a silly one, “Kavan”. It rambles on journalists, love and betrayal. A nurse comes in around 3am with Mytri’s bangles. I get excited and ask if my child has arrived. She says no, she’s just returning bangles.

Then an hour later she comes with Mytri’s anklets. Again I question her, again she says just bringing jewellery.After an hour Mytri herself walks out again. Completely tired, still in pain. She says “I need a hug” and I hold her and we share a moment that is indescribable... She walks back in soon after and I stand with no words....


Around 7am the elderly nurse comes back again and says doctors are inspecting my wife. By now it’s been 27 odd hours. I’m physically and emotionally drained. My mind is blank And I just nod.

I walk out and sit in the common area for some fresh air and sunlight. Less excited And more worried than I was 24 hours earlier.

A Male voice, strong And loud calls my name. The voice reverberates across the floor. I hurry to the voice. A tall gentleman walks up, grabs my hand and says - “Congratulations Mr. Raghavan. You’ve a girl”



I blink at him. I heard him, but I didn’t realise what it meant. And slowly, from Deep within the adrenaline kicks in and an emotion surges through, pushing away the fatigue. I break into an ecstatic smile and thank the doctor. “Is my wife ok?” I ask.

“Oh she’s absolutely fine. She’s normal. The child was born 7.38am. Congrats once again” says the doctor and walks off... His name is Dr. Tarun Joseph Kurian and this is him...

<To be continued>

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Aadya Diaries - She Turns 3_Mini Blog 3

Sequence 3: April 3, 8pm ish...

Mytri and I were in the confines of our room at the hospital. There was silence all around us but in our hearts there was pandemonium. We kept looking at each other, speaking in silence. Worry lines all over our faces. The morning had dawned with a lot of promise but the day had only disappointment and frustration for us. After a forgetful dinner we sat back holding our hands and that’s when it started.

The pain, of an extreme kind. Mytri would feel a constructing pain, the like of which she had never faced before, for 10 seconds. It constricted her entire body and brought tears to her eyes. And then just as suddenly as it appeared, it’ll go off. 15 seconds later, the process repeats. 

Unbelievable pain for 10 seconds, a breather then the pain again.

I stood right next to her completely lost and useless. There was nothing I could do to make it better. All I could do was stand by her, holding her in my arms and watching her. Mytri had silent tears and was bearing incredible pain and I was standing uselessly...

This went on for 2 hours and I couldn’t take it anymore. I rushed to the doctor and pleaded him to take care of Mytri. He calmly replied, “This is what a mother faces before delivering. I can take your wife into a room but we will have to wait until she’s ready to deliver. Is that OK?”

“As long as I don’t have to watch her in this pain, standing helplessly, I’m OK doctor.” - I said. They took her in and I realized how unimaginably helpless I was. I had lost track of time and I guess I grew old and up in the ensuing few hours...

<To be continued >
 
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Aadya Diaries - She Turns 3_Mini Blog 2

Sequence 2: 3rd April 2017, 3.30am ish..

We reach the hospital by 3.30am. It is sparsely populated but our minds and hearts are filled to the brim with joy and anticipation. The duty doc takes Mytri in for inspection and 15-20 mts later come back and tell us she’s not yet into labor and ask us to be patient.

We wait... after a while Mytri walks out and joins us in the waiting room. The doc tells us we’ll have to wait. We wait. The morning dawns bright. It’s a Monday and it’s bursting with activity soon. Everyone from work gets in touch and wishes me, friends and family enquire.

The day peters on. None of us have any idea what to do, what to feel. The excitement and the adrenaline reach a peak around noon but Aadya is still sleeping inside her mom ❤️

As the afternoon turns into dusk I tell my parents to go home and that I’ll call them when it’s time. My mom is unmoved. She won’t go home. She can’t wait to hold her grandchild.

Among us, she’s always been the least expressive/emotional but I could see in front of my eyes that she was changing. Aadya was converting the most stoic of us even before birth and it was beautiful to see❤️. 

After 15 hours of waiting we’re all physically and emotionally tired. And I finally convince my parents to go home.

And then begins the 10 hours that I’ll never ever forget in my life. Those 10 hours with Mytri will forever be the foundation on which our married life will flourish for decades to come...

<To be continued>
 
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Aadya Diaries - She Turns 3_Mini Blog 1

3 years ago... that day is fresh in my mind... as a lock-down special I’ll write about the entire day in small parts today... celebratory writing. I hope you enjoy this series of writings, don't forget to wish her as you read these :)

Sequence 1: 2nd April 2017. 9pm ish...

We sat down to watch the Mohan Lal movie - “Puli Murugan” late evening on 2nd April, 2017. By the time we retired for the night, it was almost 12am. We slept for a few hours when Mytri woke me up and flashed the news “My water broke”. Ecstasy and Anxiety enveloped me in equal measure. I had no clue what to do next😀

 

 

We were in triplicane at my parents’ place. I woke them up, got ready hastily, grabbed the maternity kit that we had made ready just a day back and ran out to get my car. Near our house In triplicane the roads are so cramped that you can’t park close to my house. I had to go to a nearby railway station where I had parked the car and came rushing back.

All the while my mind was racing. I was elated beyond belief. I was thinking of all the names we had discussed and living a future in mind with the little one. By the time I reached my house my “Daughter” and I had lived till her high school 😃 (yes i was sure it’ll be a daughter)

I picked up Mytri and my parents who were equally ecstatic. It was 3.15am on 3rd April when we drove to the hospital and at that moment we were the happiest 4 people in the world...💓💓💓

<To be continued >

Even before Aadya came into this world, she made us tremendously happy. Life has been such an amazing experience ever since she came to us.

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Aadya Diaries Part 5 - You are the Reason - Mytri Krishnamurthy

Here's a post on Aadya from the mother :)


When I open the refrigerator, for the 100th time and stare at it with amazement at all the stuff inside, deeply contemplating what was THE ingredient I'd actually opened it for, silently praying to overcome this phase of short term memory loss ,look up and see a lovely photo of you smiling like a winged cherub, dear baby " you are the reason I've turned forgetful"

When for the fifth time your dad says " you should learn to arrange things more neatly, learn from your MIL" and I agree with a half nod knowing that its next to impossible with the little brat who enjoys kitchen utensils, charging cables more than innumerable toys, my little girl ,"you are the reason, the house is clean as per my standards"

When I prostrate in front of God, deep in prayer thanking Him for THE little gift, only to wake up to the fact my head just received the blow from the bell that slipped from your little hand, my dd "you are the reason my prayers are short

 

When someone fondly says, " wow she's just a Xerox of her dad" and I go digging every childhood photo of mine hoping to find at least one similarity between us, my dd " you are the reason I've started to relive my childhood again"

When at the end of your nap, you wake up cranky and fussy and whine to glory sending cacophonic delta waves to my otherwise sluggish brain, jolting me from my deep sleep, my little monkey, " you are the reason I've mastered the art of power nap"

When I finally sit with a book to my hand, hoping to complete reading it at least by the end of this year, midway realize some pages to be missing and it dawns to me that the half-bitten pages are in your tummy, my little devil, " you are the reason I've moved to eBooks"

Having said all of it my baby girl " you are the reason, my days are better, my nights are longer but above all my life is beautiful, thank you.