It's exactly one year since the last post. (technically one year and three days, but who's counting?) Finally found some time to sit down and give that past year a recap. Well here goes.. (This post may have lots of gory details)

The past year was not much less of a roller coaster ride. Exactly one week prior to that last post, I saw the most exciting and the scariest line I've ever seen on a stick. (It was actually two lines) I was freaking pregnant!! Everyone who knew was excited for the upcoming bundle of joy and mischief. It was actually double the excitement for our family as my sister was also four months pregnant when I found out.

The excitement wore off and morning sickness took its place. I was such a loser at that, that I wasn't able to keep any food down for at least three months. This led me to lose 9kg by the fourth month in the pregnancy. Skinny me with a baby inside was poked around so many times to give IV fluids to keep my body functioning. Everyone who has given birth was constantly giving their two cents about what and what not to do during this period. None of it worked. My rate of throwing up was gradually coming down by the fourth month, but it got stagnated at one or two times a day by the fifth month. So through out the rest of my pregnancy I was throwing up at least once a day.

However, during that dark period in my pregnancy I was able to do one thing that I was basically itching to do ever since day one. I finally gave up on my work life. This decision was received with so many negative remarks from almost everyone. My parents were mad for days and my in-laws still believe that their son has enforced this decision upon me. In truth, it was me all along. He just supported my decision after me constantly nagging at him.

It was mainly due to my laziness to drag myself to work every day. Knowing myself, I knew I would not be able to function if I was raising a kid and simultaneously working at that cut throat environment where you have to deliver constantly. So for better or for worse I said, I quit. It felt good saying it. Who am I kidding, it still feels wonderful saying it.

While dealing with all that criticism for my decision, October came and my delivery date came. And no sign of a baby coming out was given. Next day we got admitted as I was basically tired of waiting. Got induced, hoping that she will start things on her own with a slight push, but no, she had our genes and she didn't give a f***. So the next day I got a cesarean surgery to get the baby out.

In that operation theater even with my husband beside me I was practically pissing my pants. The time the doc said hug the pillow and bend for the epidural shot I was literally chanting ithipiso bagawa. Sometime after the shot and cutting my belly open I heard the most wonderful noise I've ever heard. I heard my baby girl crying as she was taken out of her comfort zone. That moment was so emotional and it had me gasping for air with tears in my eyes. I believe it was then, at that moment that it dawned on me that I was now a mother to a child. A tiny human has come to the world who's gonna rely on me for almost everything in her life, that I will be the rock to another human being.

Four months down with her, it's still unbelievable that she's our daughter. The world is one fascinating place for her that she's constantly staring at everything she sees and smiling at me the moment our eyes meet.