Celebrating Dr. K!

Its really simple for me to write this post for there is no thinking involved. My thumb merely types my mind instantaneously. A lot of people would know I am not exaggerating one bit. My first encounter with the man was not a good one for he was trying to explain to me what a brain bleed is. I then made a note that I should avoid talking to him for I didnt want to know the million things that could go wrong. Little did I know then what he really was. The human in me (or the pained mother?) took its time. Little did I know how passionate he was in what he did. Little did I know, when he made our boy breathe on his own for the first time, while I held his little left hand and watched him struggle for breath yet cheered him, the man would hold our boy's right hand and watch us in silence and stand by our side. Yes that's him. Dressed in blue with a bright red Littman steth around his neck.
Months after we came out of the NICU, a couple of mothers got together and one of the reason for all of us to get along easily was our mutual affection, respect and gratitude for him. A day would not pass between us without talking about our experiences with him or our goodwill. So nearly a month back we decide to give him a birthday surprise. Imagine what a miracle it is for seven women to agree upon something almost immediately. We had each of us giving in our ideas, planning all the details and executing it with sincerity.
Finally it's D-day. The weather report says rain but we silently wish for it to postpone by a couple of hours and thankfully yay! No rains. We meet at the car park. The early birds (Kalpana and I) walk up the stairs and ring the bell. He opens the door with a bright green t shirt and an even brighter expression on his face. I couldn't fully read if it was a surprise but I can say there was a small proportion of it. As we walk in, his wife greets us with a brighter smile and they immediately carry our babies from our arms with affection.
The rest of the morning was like a symphony. Shreeman anmouncing his entry with his high decibel wail. Aadhira warm and cozy on her father's shoulders. Aadhiran hopping from hand to hand thoroughly enjoying it. Little Veer on his grandma's lap with no clue on what's happening and wondering why was he not back home and tucked in his bed. Akshath transforming into a plaster and on top of it contributing to the decibel levels. Avyukth finding his way under the dining table and posing for paparazzis around.
Chaos. Pandemonium. Havoc. Riot. I could use a million synonyms more but for us the morning was perfect. Those beautiful heartfelt  smiles, those little conversations, the awesome cake, the exchange of affection, those wails in between and the arms that came up to calm, a million good wishes, the silent prayers as the candle was blown, those blushes as he fed a piece of cake to his girl. Perfect yes. Perfect indeed. For whom we celebrated is one in a million.

Happy birthday Dr. K!

Cheers,
Hopie