“Don’t
cry, I’m right here with you.”
When
he couldn’t sleep or when he was hungry or when he did potty, she used to know
it very well and quick. It was during breast-feeding time when he used to
knowingly shout on top of his voice as he didn’t want to leave her comfortable
and warm lap, may it be during freezing winter mornings or windy evenings. With
her warm smile, she used to pamper him. Then it used to diaper change time, she
used cotton cloth to avoid rashes in his soft and sensitive skin. Again, at
that very instant, my mom used to sing songs and make funny faces so that he
could cope up in the same way while he was wrapped around her arms.
I
still remember how much I pleaded to have my own brother when I was a third
grader. By few months I could see a bump in my mum’s tummy. As I learnt sex
education at school I had no curiosity about mum’s tummy or how it happened;
neither could my parents give me fantasizing answers as I could already tell
from her symptoms on pregnancy. I in fact closely witnessed her nine months due
to my excitement.
The
foods she used to crave on, amount of juice she used to drink in a day,
instrumental songs which used to soothe her pain, her maternity dress and papas
home cooked food. Her monthly check-ups and ultrasound images were the most
interesting part seeing my baby brother grow healthily.
By
her time of delivery we bought him cute little clothes from inner wear till
blankets of color blue, brown, orange and grey. We used to spend a lot of time
in the shopping centre trying to figure out the best print, color and sizes.
Finally,
it was the day, after school I went to the hospital where she was admitted.
There was a decline in temperature due to heavy snowfall. It was the month of
February. I got into the hospital which was a long way for cycling in the
slippery roads but still managed to get there as my happiness had no boundaries
to know how my brother would be.
Our
mum was lying there; tired and relaxed. With wires around her belly and hand
she was taken care by a pretty nurse. It started getting dark as soon as I got
there. After looking around the hospital the previous day, I spent some time
playing in the children section; walking in the colorful caterpillar chair.
I
quite don’t remember if I saw her in her labor pain but I was told to go out of
the delivery for a while and only papa was allowed. The nurse led me to out of
the room and I sat in the corridors chair. It was already past 15 minutes but
there was no sign of anyone. The corridor of the hospital was quite friendly as
there was a family inside the waiting room. The mother of that family in the
waiting room seemed to be noticing me since quite a while as I was dying of
boredom. She offered me a hot chocolate which was quite pleasing. After about
half an hour, papa happily called me inside the room.
I
could see pain in her face and a little shiver in her body while holding my
brother who was quietly resting on her chest. He wasn’t cleaned up properly but
I got the chance to hold him and he started making an irritating noise after a
while.
Days
and nights passed away and even years, and many more to go. I observed my
brothers infancy thinking about how much and what mum went through while making
me this big, a bold and a confident girl.
With her unconditional love, sometimes strict
but caring, showing a ray of light in the darkness when I am clueless and
helpless, supporting with full trust and strength and always guiding towards
happiness which comes along with success, she has been my pillar of strength as
well as an inspiration. Not only according to her emotional and psychological
support for us but also for becoming a strong and a sweet mum. We love you a
lot mum.
-Nani
& Aris
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