On a quiet, little warm
Monday morning at 10.05 AM on October 24th, I joined a quiet uncommon and
unassuming league of men in the world who are fathers. She was in a
hurry and despite a chance to be born on a more famous day like Children’s Day
(her original due date), she chose to gate crash into earth and throw all our
schedules out of gear. A night earlier, as I spoke to S, there were no
indications that she had decided to be born to us ahead of schedule but then
who has ever said that Family Planning was an accurate scientific pursuit.
Under normal
circumstances, the points of emotional crisis for a man and a woman are probably
different – for a man, it is when he retires and for a non-working woman, when
her kid leaves the home in pursuit of a job or more critically, a marriage; so
the child leaving the parent will always happen, so some of us may wonder
whether this ‘perceived happiness’ is worth it? I remember asking S a long time
back why women ever wanted to be mothers when there was so much pain involved
and she tried to reason something about maternal emotions and joy which I have
never really understood.
I know couples who
have opted out of parenthood and I don’t want to stand on a pedestal and claim
that they are missing out on something that we are experiencing. We take
informed decisions based on what we want out of life and we can be happy even
if we don’t have to follow suit like everyone else – this is not a right or
wrong decision but make sure that you are fully aware of the consequences of
the decision either way. Parental and relatives’ compulsions always exist in
India but you must go for it if both of you want it and not someone else. After
all, you are primarily responsible for taking care of the child and the baby
should not be a way to buy peace.
Anyway, in Feb this
year, after we had agreed to expand our two member family, we realized that we
were expecting a visit from the stork in the second week of November. S was
happy while I remained in my normal state of blissful stoicism; by now
thankfully, she had understood that this was not a negative reaction but more
in tune with the way I approach such moments.
The moment the doctor
confirmed the news of our impending parenthood, we were showered with advice
from all quarters – some glad that we were joining the band wagon, some
wondering why we wanted to do so and others indifferent about but still
advising us as a matter of formality. Ss iron levels were quite low; most women
in India are anaemic so it’s not exactly a bolt from the blue discovery but
iron levels of 5.5 are still pretty low and needs iron pumping. So, she was
injected iron through IV regularly to boost iron levels and leafy vegetables
made a more conspicuous presence in our diets.
The first 3 months had
its share of morning sickness which can be distressing as a young husband to
see, especially when S was alone at home but I think we did ride through it
without too many difficulties. Helping extensively in the household is important during these times (not to suggest that this should not be done otherwise) and except
for the occasion of the passing away of her grandfather, it was largely
manageable even though it was just the two of us in Bombay. As they say, keep
the wife happier during these times so that the entire process goes through
smoothly and the baby comes through under pleasant circumstances. Eventually,
in July, I left her in Palakkad to spend a prolonged relapse into bachelorhood
in Bombay.
Oct 23rd was a Sunday
whose only claim to fame was that it was our marriage anniversary (2nd). S was
quite tired that day and when we spoke
at night, she mentioned experiencing pain in her legs but this was not
out of the ordinary and so we left it at that. The next day morning, FIL suddenly called
up at around 6 AM saying that S had been admitted in the hospital due to
bleeding early in the morning and that the doctor suspected that she was experiencing labour pains. It
woke me up amidst not so happy dreams after a late night viewing of Oru Minnaminunginte Nurunguvettam where the female protagonist dies during pregnancy!!! But I was still unsure on what to do; I had heard of women staying in
hospital for a week or so and returning without anything happening and so I wondered what
if it were the same situation?
I went
about my daily work until at around 10.20, FIL called again and informed that
it was a normal delivery and it was a baby girl! And just like that I was now a father!!! S was fine but the network was
poor in the hospital room and so I could talk to her only once I reach the
hospital. Of all the people, I wanted to tell my father first that I had become
a father but unfortunately, he was not contactable and by the time, I could
reach him, he had got the news…
I reached Palakkad the
next day morning but I spent a lot of time during the journey imagining how I had to react. Would
she look at me, smile at me, show any signs of recognition? When I hold the
baby, would I panic or would there be joy – an unprecedented event had happened
in our lives but was I up to the moment? S had already written-off my reaction
to the event; she strongly suspected my ability to embrace moments of
happiness (she reckons that the Lokpal Bill has a greater chance to get me animated than seeing the baby)!!! Life would never be the same again as she takes centre stage in our lives; was I ready to step back from being individualistic?
I entered the room
a little before she turned a day old and there she lay in front of me - a tiny
lump of pink flesh in a huddled state, blissfully unaware of the commotion of
people trooping in and out at regular intervals in adjacent rooms and ours. A
soft, fluffy mass of flesh of 3 kg who had been created by HIM from absolutely
nothing was in deep slumber. But of course, this was no defining cinematic melodramatic moment; I felt completely normal, concerned more at the condition of S than the
baby.
I had never seen such
a young baby in my life so far and was more scared of hurting her than feeling
her. During the course of the next week after being discharged, I held her
occasionally on my lap (holding in my hands needs one more leap of courage) and
spent a lot of time observing her as she kicked wildly in the air and performed
complex yogic postures with ease – sweet little moments!!!
The common reaction
that you get from people other than congratulations is asking how you feel now.
I am unsure on how to answer the question; honestly, there is no seventh heaven
feeling, no inclination to break into a jig and shout aloud but a state of
quiet little happiness and even relief that the end of the delivery, both are
safe and sound and there’s nothing to worry. But this is not dismissive of the
thought of fathering a child – as DJ had told me earlier, let her recognize you
and then you realize how different the perspective becomes.
This is not a sudden
feeling, bonding comes through with time and rushing into passing judgments on
how one must feel is not proper. But you can’t deny it, it was my..our baby
and even with closed eyes, she drew herself to me. It’s kind of unexplainable
but babies do manage to quieten you and absorb your senses when they are
present – there is no umbilical cord between a father and a baby, it probably
forms gradually as she recognizes you as the man responsible for her existence
on this earth.
When I wondered about
what does it mean to be a dad, this conversation between Lal and Nedumudi Venu in
Dasharatham came to my mind – can’t explain this better, especially when he says ...ente makkal appachannu villikumbol swargathil irikkinu poleya....
While I am constrained
to use words like ‘our bundle of joy’
and ‘cute’ (who’s ever seen or heard of a baby who isn’t cute - even I was cute when young, can you beat that???), there was a
tinge of happiness on seeing her – this little thing will call me ‘Achcha’ (yes
Achcha only and not Dad!!!) and look to me in future to guide her in her life (will she?). I
realise that I still keep referring to her as ‘it’ which will fade only once we
decide a name for her (which is probably the only parental privilege that modern day parents may have - giving a name to their kids!!!).
Many of us are
inclined to attribute a lot of our failings to our upbringing but when we have
our children, we realise how skewed an assessment it is. It is pretty easy to
blame someone else for our problems than take responsibility for our actions, I
presume…Time will tell us how well we were able to justice to this responsibility...
