Monthly Archives: May 2011

A package so tiny….

God has decided to give me the tiniest bundles of joy. They came packaged in the smallest packages but they gave me the most happiness. I can’t thank Him enough for the two gifts.

Handling a preemie and now a micro-preemie has taught me a lot. I could tap into a reserve of strength within me that I myself didn’t know existed. I am beginning a series of posts mostly memoirs of our NICU journey and hope to continue blogging my preemie’s small steps in the hopes of helping others like us, especially in India, dealing with the unknown in a NICU.

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Footprints…..

I will never forget you or your work, no matter where life takes me. After all, I  treasure and experience the beautiful gift you presented me everyday.

Then someone makes me ponder. A question about what real beauty means to me. I have to narrate to them, the beauty of the footprints. I see the beauty of your work every day. I feel the beauty of your dedication, living and breathing and feel an immense sense of gratitude for every treasured second.

Dear Doctors and Sisters – I started this note months ago but could never complete it because it leaves me in tears. When people talked about micro-preemies I never thought we would be the parents sitting in the NICU wondering if our Son would survive the night. We were there and you were there with us. I saw beauty in the courage you gave us….

For the next six weeks, every morning, I stood outside the NICU doors and sent a silent prayer up before opening those doors. I had no idea what awaited me in the world beyond those doors,  but every single day I got a big gracious smile from all of you as soon as I walked in. Those were the most beautiful smiles I have ever seen, they reassured a heart broken parent that there was still hope. I saw beauty in your kindness…

I have seen each one of you handle these tiny babies. How graciously you work on them, how well you manage their every need. It’s truly amazing to see you in action.  I have seen so many happy stories in the NICU. These tiny babies huddled in the incubators morph into beautiful babies and go home where they belong.  I saw beauty in your work…

I revel in the beauty of motherhood yet again thanks to you.

You understood what it is like to leave a hospital without my new born in hand. Each one of you took the trouble to be there for me and give me that beautiful smile every time I was down. I gave birth to my son but you gave him life. Through your dedication and hard work you give hope to parents like me.At the end of our journey together you gave us a new beginning, one which enriches our lives for as long as we may live. You gave us our miracle baby, to love and to cherish and treasure for the rest of our lives.   I saw beauty in your gift….

18122010192You showed me what real beauty is. You stayed in our lives for a very short duration but you remain in our hearts for ever. I see beauty everyday, beauty in the footprints you left on our soul…..

So here is to you and to real beauty.

Thanks to yahoo real beauty for helping me pen my thoughts after putting it off for so long. This post is my entry into the Yahoo India and Dove real beauty blogging contest. Do check out yahoo real beauty.

Post dedicated to the wonderful doctors and NICU nurses of The Cradle, Bangalore(now Cloud Nine, Bangalore).

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Ode to the unwritten blog post!

It’s high time I wrote again. I’ve been meaning to do this for such a long time. But what do I blog about? Our trips. We’ve been on so many wonderful trips, I can definitely come up with travel write ups. I start a post – Barcelona, a gem on the Mediterranean coast. 

Two lines and a few hours later, the post is just that, a two line ramble…… The baby decides to wake up and the next hour is gone in feeding and handling him. After his kisses and cuddles, it’s time for the older ones kisses and cuddles. Now, I can’t write when K is being neglected all along. I have to spend quality time with her. I spend a good amount of time with her and she happily skips downstairs to play. I love this about living in India. I don’t organize anything for her, everything is impromptu and the kids play in the play parks downstairs, content. All the classes I’ve enrolled her in are all within the community and she is pretty self sufficient. All this, so I can find some time for myself.

Back to my writing, I’ve been stuck at line #3 forever.  Now is the time, I’m free and can focus.  In walks DH, he’s back early this evening. It’s tea time, I better get tea and snacks going. I finish up with the tea and snacks and it’s feeding time again. Feeding, burping, cuddling all take time and it’s time for K to get back home. I can’t ignore her, so I have to put my writing away and spend some time with her.

Once that is done, it’s free time again. I get on the laptop intent on finishing the blog post about Barcelona. I decide to browse for a while to refresh myself. Before you know it, it’s dinner time.

An hour for dinner and clean up and then it’s time to start baby’s bed time routine. He is bathed, fed and burped. Both the kids are in bed after their good night hugs and kisses. All that took another hour and now my unedited line #3 beckons me. After a long day, I’m tired. I need something to pep me up. I get make myself a cup of lemon tea. I think I’m getting distracted because I don’t have a writing niche to sit at and ponder. I clean up the spare bed room and organize a cosy writing spot.

Now, everything is just right, kids are in bed, all my chores are done and I’m ready to write. I proof read line #3 and edit a few words.  Yawn…………….

I guess line #4 will have to wait till tomorrow. Good Night laptop, Good Night typing, Good night Grammar, Good night line #4, Good Night blog…..

zzzzzzzzzzzz………..