The Waiting

I may not have the time to blog after the birth… so I thought of dropping in a few lines of what’s been going on with us. After our arrival in the US I hadn’t seen a doctor for three weeks because the necessary paper work had to get done before my visit to hospital. When we were finally there I had my third and hopefully last scan. It was comforting to know that everything was normal and going smooth. They had to take many tests for various reasons and legal procedures. At the end of the day we returned happy and relieved, Alhamdulillah. I have seen the gyno three times since then and I hope this week would be my last visit. The baby is active and she has brought me more knowledge than my degree ever did. I have read up so much on the whole process, attended birth classes and people now consider me experienced enough to even call for advice. Boy am I glad that I can help?

I wonder how are grandparents did it all. Bringing a life into this world is just a natural process… Sometimes I wonder why they make such a big fuss over here. May be there is a population growth problem. Coming to think of it I haven’t noticed very many kids, babies and pregnant ladies. People are sometimes thrilled to see my little bulge in supermarkets and malls. They fuss over it and ask me all kinds of questions.

The hospitals, doctors and nurses here are so friendly, caring and nice. I feel privileged and lucky to have the baby here. The hospital rooms are like hotel rooms and everything is just next to “great”. She is indeed a very gifted baby. MashaAllah

Ever since my parents and bro have arrived in the US I have had more time for myself… I’m relaxing, eating and not doing any house work. My mum cooks and cleans, my brother vacuums and I just laze around. I’ve gained weight but I don’t want to get used to it….

Now it’s a matter of waiting for that moment. My fears of the pain. My imagination of holding my very own baby for the first time. I am going to miss that she won’t be a part of my body anymore. I am always decorating her stuff and arranging her little cute clothes and belongings. I really cant wait to dress her up in those cute things and cuddle her. I hope that she would be all that we want and more.

Waiting… waiting…