And I’m not talking the usual bullshit here. I don’t mean that his eyes sparkle when he looks at me or that he got an apgar score (9!) I want to brag about to anyone who’ll listen or that he latches onto my breasts like an old pro or that everyone comments on how cute he is. (Sorry (not sorry), but I couldn’t not sneak a few of those things in.)
No, I’m talking magic here. The real deal:
- It was starting to get cold and, being enormously pregnant, I didn’t fit into any of my warm layers or winter coats, so I asked Abhi (then known as Danger) to either come before the real cold set in or keep it warm for longer. He provided on both accounts. We got a warm spell, and he was a week early.
- Like I said, he was a week early, and I had scheduled my personal care appointments for the last minute, basically. But since I had all of Monday and Tuesday before my water full on broke, I got a chance to take care of my nails and my eyebrows before we had to go to the hospital. If I had known how much time I actually had, I would have even been able to squeeze in a hair appointment. What an obliging guy!
- My mother had also cut it a bit fine in booking her flight from India. And I went into labor a couple days before she would board her flight. She and my dad sat in suspense, waiting for updates from my husband. Thankfully, Abhi made sure to come into the world before my mom was in the air. She could fly knowing that both of us were doing ok.
So yeah. We got a good one, I’d say.
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