waiting for Agastya Noor

We waited the stipulated nine months but nothing prepared me for the harrowing 36 hours preceding his arrival. His mom went into labour on a Tuesday morning and AN came into our world on Wednesday night. I spent those hours helpless and lost, waiting for the call that would tell me that the baby had arrived.

I must admit that it was my baby I was worried about.

I cannot recall the number of calls I made to my doctor asking him for advise and reassuring. Nothing seemed to be working the way one had planned. A few hurried phone calls to London with no news made it worse. I knew my little girl was brave, but then how brace do you expect anyone to be. My thoughts went back to the day I first held her. I had simply fallen in love with the little bundle. Nothing could ever make me forget that day. How much time had flown by. There she was at the threshold of experiencing the same feeling: the one you get when you first lay eyes on your first born.

Those thirty hours went sleepless. I had even forgotten the excitement of being at grand mom. All that mattered was to be told that my baby was well.

When the call finally came in the dead of night I barely listened to the whine of the baby that my other daughter held near the phone, I only wanted to know how his mom was. I was a mother, being a grandmother could wait