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When my younger one was delivered, the hospital was crowded with around 20 of my own family members. Others came later to visit us. I was shocked to see so much crowd. My elder one being born in UK with only my parents being around, this was my first delivery in India.

Even after having two amazing kids I still cant get enough of being mother. Not that I want more kids. But to live those special moments again. Yet again, I am not talking about the pregnancy phase or the delivery one (absolutely not). But the one when the new born baby comes into your arms. Touching those tiny little fingers, the soft delicate skin. A little cooing. Soft cries, a moment when you forget all your physical pain, problems, mentally emotionally, your look. A new mum is probably the most ugly and tired person in the room, yet the most beautiful.

Its the moment when everyone is praising the beautiful child. Family comparing the baby with mother, father, some with grandparents and some with sibling. Parents sharing their own experiences. Some giving funny comments, some praying. Like angels gathered to bless your child. That moment makes you forget all the effort you took to carry your child in you for nine long months. Going through tremendous variations in your lifestyle, your looks, your likes, mood and what not. We know we are never gonna be the same henceforth, still determined to reach there, with lots of love and care filled in our hearts.

Now that I am a mother, I know I am not going to be previous me again. Well, I dont want to be, even if I like her the most. Because, I have given my heart out to my little ones and in return I get tonnes of hugs and love.

Kids grow really very fast. Like a flash of light. I still miss that precious moment - the moment of carrying your just born baby into your caring arms. The first cry, blabbering, crawling, walking and much more. I would like to live that moment again and again. Well, its a silly thought !

But thanks all my friends and families who invite us to meet and bless their baby.
It feels, though even for a while, that I get to live that special moment again.

To all those would be and new mothers:
Cherish all those exquisite times. No matter how hard it gets, those moments cannot replicate again.


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