A dad was born

Pregnancy, child, birth, labour all these words are synonymous with women from ages. It's always about the mom and child. Their bond, her sacrifices, body and tensions. Have you ever thought about the man who is involved in the whole process? No, why do we when its a women thing!

During the past, pregnancy was obviously a women thing. Now, as the time went by men are equally involved in the entire process. Whether its a hospital visit or an evening walk or changing a diaper, they are ready to be with their wife. This small small acts from men are much more appreciated and it gives a reassuring feel to the exhausted new mom's.

As you guessed, this write up is about my hubby, the eight month old dad of my princess. A baby is always a surprise! When those two tiny pink lines appeared in the pregnancy detection kit, it was a surprise and from that moment our life changed! When you can find a quite confused mommy-to-be on one side, on the other there was a dad who wants to make everything perfect for his little one. The one who was curious about everything happening inside and outside his wife's body, mind and thoughts.

From day one he was there for me as a strong pillar. Being a sales professional, he lacks time for us and he was never on time to home. He doesn't miss a single visit to hospital with me. For anything and everything he was there. Even its my emotional trauma in the evenings or cravings in midnight he didnt disappoint me. He patiently dealt with me and even after a tiring day at office he doesn't bother to enter kitchen, when I was not feeling to cook. What else could a pregnant wife ask for!

Whenever I say I cant do this, he reassured me. Whenever I felt low, he made my spirits up. It was only because of him, I never gave up. With all the beautiful things happening inside my womb and the messy things outside my body, he made me believe that am glowing with our baby bump. He didn't left for job, without talking to our baby. He did that all the time, and you can imagine to which sound our baby reacted for the first time!

While the journey through those nine months was a mixed emotional for me, he enjoyed each second and tried to fill it with happiness. In our story, it was him who eagerly waited for her arrival. It was him who loved her before me. And am proud and happy to say that in our story dad was born first. Our little princess, Ofcourse she is daddy's girl. 

Dad - Mine & Her's

It's Father's Day. A day to say cheers to the most loving man in the world. The one who lives just for you and whose happiness and entire world sourrounds around your smile. 

My dad, am his princess. And i will be always. He is my first love. The one man I look upto. The man who is the reason for what am today. He trusted me and I gave him reasons to be proud of his daughter.

With that proud and unconditional love he gave my hands to the love of my life. While they exchanged my hands with eachother, they passed a silent promise too. To be there for me always. 

In my life there are two papa's now. My own dad and dad of my daughter. Early on this Father's Day, I was quite confused. Do I need to wish my hubby on his first father's day? Just because I haven't said it to my dad in the past twenty five years is it fine to wish him today?

For me dad is everything. From the childhood I have witnessed his silent care and love. He had bathed me, made me dress up, made me ate food, made my hair, drove me to school, sat with me to finish my homework, wake with me in early mornings during my exams and sat with me late at nights, he cooks for me, he gave me the first book, he walks with me, he criticizes me, scolds me and loves me endlessly.

While I was carrying my baby, I started to witness a new face of him. From my dad I witnessed his change to my kid's grandpa. The man who never scolded me on my diet, the way I travel, the dress I wear, the books I read...all of sudden he took control of so many things. For him I was becoming a baby once again.

On the other side, my husband gave me all the freedom to choose. While some of achan's decisions were hard for me to obey, he stood with me to disobey them and thus to maintain my mental strength and happiness. Remember,  the silent promise they exchanged!

Finally, on that day when I was in labour, there were two dads outside my labour room whose heartbeats were high. Mine and her's. While one dad was anxiously waiting for his new born, the other was praying for his girl to be fine through the entire process.

She was there in her dad's hands after a while. A kick on his hands, thats how she recognised him, while he was holding her for the first time. The happy new born dad was on cloud nine! My dad, he was there, pretty happy to see his grand child but didnt leave from varandae of labour room. His child was still inside!

I had heard from my mother, how my dad took care of me and my sister while we were newborns and kids. When my hubby changes the wet diapers of my kid, when he patiently dress her up, talks with the 93 days old like they are age old friends am witnessing how beautifully that relation is evolving! A father and daughter relation.