The moment I waited for nine long months was just around the corner. I am in the hospital ready for the surgery. In between the 4 minutes apart contractions, I manage to call up a close friend (Have I mentioned I am blessed with wonderful friends! What do I do without ya’ll?? ) and asked her to drop D in the day care. After all the drama in the delivery room and successful delivery of Dlittle, am heading back to the recovery room. Friend and her sis arrive in no time with my mom. H takes a break to pick D up from day care, takes her home, gives her a bath and brings her to the hospital.

D walks into the recovery room, startled at the setup. She looks at the IV needle in my hands and says ‘Hi mummy, gocker(doctor) gave you jection(injection)’ and looks around the room. She has not spotted Dlittle inside the bassinet yet. I break the news to her. Dlittle has come out of mummy’s tummy, D. ‘Weear(Where?) mummy? I not find aanything’ says D. By then H lifts Dlittle out of the bassinet holds her in one arm, kneels down and holds D in another arm. The three of them hugging each other, tears of joy rolling H’s eyes, there was silence for about a minute. Surprisingly, D who cannot stand or sit still for more than 10 seconds in one place, was hugging H for a whole minute as though she understood the emotions. Maybe she does!
It was another memorable moment captured in heart.

D comes to me, gives me a hug and says, ‘Mummy, Dlittle has comeoutted yours tummy. That’s why yours tummy is small now?’ How sweet of her to say my tummy is small. My mom could learn to be a little more subtle from her since a week later she commented that I look six months pregnant! Just then the nurse walks in to check the baby’s temperature. The minute the cold thermometer touches Dlittle, the little one screams with all the energy she has in store. D comes near me and whispers, Auntie is urting(hurting) my sister, mummy. She is crying. Nurse asks D if she is the big sister. D says ‘Yes. I am D didi. Shes name is Dlittle. You know, I am 2 years old. I went to my pink school today’. Please don’t ask me how these statements are connected. This weirdness comes from her fathers genes.

We were home on Monday. Docs wanted to chuck me out on Sunday which was the third day. I refused as I was dreading the day with both the kids home. Also, could hardly stand up for more than 30 seconds as the hemoglobin level was very low. I needed some time, figured Monday would be more manageable as D would be in day care. We reached home that afternoon. Mom received us with aarti. I enjoyed homecoming for a moment, the next moment I am shedding tears as I did not let D witness all this. Was it the harmones again? I guess I felt a sense of guilt the last few days as D has not been talking to me as she normally does.

Monday – Friday was manageable, we would finish everything before D comes home. We have family time when she reaches home, dinner and sleep. We are all making sure D gets enough attention and does not feel left out. We try to involve her in everything we do with Dlittle. Works for the most part except for the early morning drama when she gets frantic. 3 times this past week she woke up between 4 and 5 with a scowl. Then the drama starts and lasts for couple of hours. Hold me in the arm and swing like you do with Dlittle, demands the big sister. Don’t want Dlittle in my house. I am not a big girl, I am a very small girl. H even tried fulfilling her request couple of times, but could not carry her for more than 5 minutes. Only way to calm her down is to put Barney. Not a pretty sight, but was manageable.

Then comes Saturday, I wake up with the thought that D would be home for next 2 days, sure my blood pressure was at its high. Am trying to take it easy and trying to give D as much attention as I can. To my surprise, D was this responsible cute little big sister. To our surprise, D is ok with me and H holding Dlittle, she screams her lungs out if my mom holds her. Thats when I realised this little sweetie has come to terms with herself that naani has come to take care of her and mummy and papa are going to take care of Dlittle. Was overwhelming to see a 2 and a half year old behave that way. On another note, My mom’s leaving in a month, just booked her tickets today. What will I do when she leaves? Lets not talk about that. Will see when it happens.

Its amazing to see how the older one adjusts to the newcomer and automagically feels a sense of relationship and responsibility. I can see her genuinely wanting to participate in everything relating to Dlittle. Be it a family chat about Dlittle, diaper change or nursing. For a little humor, few days back Dlittle was crying. D comes to me and says Mummy, Dlittle is crying. Can you feed her milk. She had just nursed, so I told D that Dlittle is probably just a little sleepy. If she would be quite, the baby might sleep. Don’t know what crossed her mind, this little one is pulling her shirt down on one sleeve, goes near Dlittle and says, hey Dlittle, this is D didi here, I will feed you. Was amazed and shocked at the same time.

Its almost midnight, am sitting besides Dlittle and writing this post, almost time for Dlittle’s next feed. D is sleeping in her room with naani. H is working in his office room, waiting for me to scream thats its time to sleep. Its a wonderful feeling to have kids, and 2 of them make it complete. I can spend hours watching my kids, searching my little me somewhere in them

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