Giving birth is a magical thing. It is not just a thing that happen in a day it is all about a long wait with dreams spread all over inside every moment. Holding the little wonder in the hands for the very first time is something beyond miracles. No mother can resist her tears – the big relief after a toughest moment of fear.
All the days of connection with my daughter inside my womb, I have had uncountable dreams everyday. I didn’t know whether it was a girl or a boy. I was curious. Actually, a little more curious.
when it was the time for unveiling the secret, I couldn’t wait even a minute more. I was that excited. I delivered. It was a girl – a true Angel she was. She looked graceful. She seemed like an angel; she is still an angel and she will be throughout. I still can’t frame the moment when I delivered my girl. I still couldn’t recall the very moment and my thoughts on the moment when I was inside the surgery room.
I was blank and all blank except one thing – my baby. It was an emergency delivery, I had faith that my baby will do fine. I had no doubts on that. She was born and she added happiness everyday. Every morning is a fresh start with her. I see grace and love in her eyes. Especially, those deep looks on me, simply I can’t hold my hands off her. I’ll grab her immediately and will kiss her.
Since her birth, I have watched her every moment. I know all about her, her sleeps, her needs, her hungers, her signs, her smiles, her cries, her laughs and her looks. I say everything and I mean everything.
I really wished to buy something for her. A dress may be!
After her birth, I had become a full-time mother – I haven’t left her away for a moment. I bath her. I change her diapers. I dress her up and I do everything on my own for her. I haven’t left those things to others including my mom.
Whenever I dress her, I have had this feeling that I couldn’t get her any gift on my own. I wanted to buy her dresses. Means, I really wished to go for shopping, where I can touch, feel and buy what looks good on her and what is good for her.
I had undergone a cesarean and I was slowly recovering. I was not allowed outside for shopping and all of my little girl’s dresses where either a gift or the ones bought by our family members and not even a single of mine was there for her.
I couldn’t go out leaving her at home and I didn’t want to hurt her taking out for shopping. I waited and the longing was there everyday. Of course, I had the online shopping option. It is super privilege. But still, I felt I should go out and get something in my hands for my little charm.
After 3 months, I managed to leave my little girl at home for an hour. My in-laws resisted me from going for shopping. They even tried to stop me saying that they would buy whatever I need. I told them that I wish buy some gift for my daughter on my own.
I drove the bike after a year long gap for my daughter. I was happy actually very happy. I went to the shop – the shop exclusively had baby products. I did shopping. I touched those dresses. I imagined how would it look on my little girl. I was able to get her what I wished for. The colors and the texture of the material, I checked almost everything not because I am buying stuffs but because it was for my little girl, that too my first gift for her. It may not be the best but it is special.
Coming home, I showed everything to my little charm. I know she doesn’t know anything about it. She was just 3 months old. She just smiled. She smiled not for I bought her gifts but for a simple reason that I showed her some colors and I was talking with her. That time, she loved only colors. Her smile made me fly at heights with so much of joy.
The next day, I dressed up with all that I bought. She looked beautiful; even more beautiful. I clicked pictures. In 3 words, I was happy.
Buying the first gift for my daughter was the most beautiful moment in my life ever. I call it happiness – The pursuit of happiness.