Our Isha

Dear baby,

There was no melodrama when I first saw you. I was too groggy; too exhausted to even check if your fingers were deformed or what. I didn’t even hold you in my arms until you were allowed to join your daddy and I in the recovery room (that was three days after you were born). I remember seeing you for the first time but it was too surreal for me at that point. I know I had about nine months to prepare myself to be a mom but being in the actual situation is a different story altogether.

I must admit that I was practically moving in the dark where caring for you as a newborn is concerned. I didn’t know how to bathe you. Aside from that, I was clueless about the proper way of cleaning your tongue. Your daddy and I did a lot of crazy stunts – a comedy of errors, really. Fortunately, we got around those quite well on our own. We did not break any of your limbs so I guess that’s a good sign. Seriously though, I can say that each day is a delight because we have you with us. You smile more often now. You stare a lot, too. You make cute kitten-like sounds when you’re afraid. You turn red when you cry. You sleep peacefully with your mouth open. You also pout a lot. You raise your legs when we change your nappies. You like to snuggle as you sleep. There are many other things that you do which make us smile in unexpected moments. You make us really happy. You are all worth it, sweetheart.

I’m still expecting a lot of bumps along the way but we’re confident that we can raise you well. You might not have been blessed with wealthy parents who can provide you a haven that is fit for the princess that you know you are, but you do have parents who love and care for you the best way they know how.

We love you, Isha.