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Newborn bonding

I was anxious, I think you might have guessed that yourself by seeing me roam here and there on the hospital floor. I kept on looking at the operation theatre’s door as if I can see right through that. People say that God alone is the final support at such times, So I placed my hands together in front of me and started praying. Oh, that’s better, I tried to calm my mind a little bit. I needed to be strong. I took my mobile to look at the time but began to stare at its wallpaper. There she was, smiling happily at me, my one and only daughter touching her tummy affectionately. My hands reflexively clutched the phone tight. I looked at the labour ward. I wish I was there with her inside holding her hands tight. She was a strong girl from childhood, she would be fine, I tried to console myself looking at my crossed fingers.

The doctor came out with a nurse, looked as if they were discussing something seriously and then he asked something to the nurse, She looked hither and thither and pointed towards me. They gestured me to come near them. I moved as fast as my legs could carry me. My heart beats increased and I could feel the tension in the air. 

“Doctor, how’s she ?” I asked in a shaky voice.

He looked up from the file and said with the practised smile “She’s fine and so is the child. She’s blessed with the baby girl. Congratulations Aninitha Ji”. I sighed in relief. Luckily nothing was serious as I expected few minutes back. I thanked the doctor holding my hands together at the same time looking up at God with teary eyes. I rushed inside to see them. My daughter was still unconscious. I went near her and wiped her tired sweaty face with my saree’s edge and kissed her forehead.
          
A nurse came in and handed me the baby. My joy had no boundary on that day. My eyes were shedding happy tears.  I remembered the moment when I got my daughter for the first time in my hands.  She looked exactly like her, same stubborn curly hair and big round eyes. I was lost in my memory. She was making some sounds as if trying to get my attention back to her. My heart was overwhelming with joy when her little hand clutched my finger with immense strength.  I sat down beside my daughter and kissed the baby’s forehead and held them both close to my body and silently promised myself to take care of these two until my last breath.

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