With just ten days to go for their birthday, I thought I should share a couple of moments with you. Firstly, thank you for being there, you made us stronger.
The first part of the story is from our hospital days. The days of lying down against gravity, the days when blood in my body found it easier to flow into my head than to my feet, perhaps. Our day began with a BP check at 530a.m. Every day was pretty much the same although we would differenciate the weekdays and weekends with two things - programmes on TV and the usual visit of Dr. Umbridge at 830a.m. We learnt about a lot of complications around pregnancy from her and I still remember, after the first week of crying about it, how we started mocking. We. Yes. I was blessed with a neighbour, who lied down parallel to me, and made 64 days of my life liveable, which I cannot imagine otherwise.
Although our routine was much like those in a prison, we had a cause that kept us going. A purpose. We were carrying our lifetime dreams inside us. And no matter what we would never complain. How entirely contrasting our lives were, and yet we made it through.
When sunlight was a far fetched dream and the closest we could get to was a sachet of D-rise, that too once a month! When going for a scan was like a picnic, we could see different walls, different faces, we always had that school-kid-on-an-excursion smile while dear sisters wheeled us to and back. We learnt to what extent mothers would go - how they smuggled a mini kitchen into our room and cooked yummy food for us. Those snores from Prem and how I always kept extra pillows to throw on him to wake him up at midnight. How prem used to mock us, Monday mornings, with his dear goodbyes of 'attender discharge'.
64 days that I can never forget in my life. Days that gave me strength and taught me what patience is - to pass every day seemed a blessing and an achievement. Days that built perseverance in me - that it was possible to remain within four walls, and not go mad. Days that made me realise that happiness isn't just about going out for movies or shopping, its all about being and talking with people you truly love. Days that pointed to me a million reasons I should be happy and thankful for. Days that taught to me what the real meaning of faith is - that when we truly believe in something with all our heart, the world will conspire itself and make it happen.
We shared a special part of our lives together, and today, thanks to God, we hold our prizes in our arms.
Thank you Evings. I can never forget you, for the connection we had was far beyond - how we connected beyond curtains, through the music of two tiny horses galloping from inside us.
Cheers,
Hopie
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