They say having a baby means saying goodbye to romance in your life, and I can understand why. Taking care of a tiny, delicate being is hard work, not to mention the pain you have to go through post delivery. I used to be permanently exhausted by the clustered feeding sessions and handling the pain due to C section stitches required every ounce of my willpower.
Then there is the forty day restriction period wherein you are expected to lie down all the time, eat bland food and absolutely no screen time. For someone who is not used to sitting idle, this was a difficult phase for me. The hormonal swings were already messing up my brain and to top it all, I was not allowed to read books or even peek at my mobile.
I am usually not the sort to pour out my frustration to anyone but this time I really, really vented out to the BH. In hindsight, I think it was such a trivial thing when you compare it to the miracle that was cradled in my arms. I talked, cried, talked again, and he played the part well of being the patient listener.
Roughly around three weeks postpartum, there were endless nursing sessions that worsened my back pain. During those days, he used to massage my back or sympathetically pat me. Needless to say, I melted away at his gesture.
Then the other day we were at a birthday party and I had to hurry through dinner lest Chikoo wakes up. BH then sat next to me and fed me the food items that I had missed to have in the buffet. I was so hungry that I sent him back for seconds multiple times and every time he patiently did so.
If anything, Chikoo has managed to make our relationship stronger by making us go through the tests of patience and understanding regularly. Both of us are keen to nurture and love our little one and that has us talking or debating endlessly on the best way to do so. We have our differences, of course, but in the end, we have the common goal of raising a good human being.
Then there is the forty day restriction period wherein you are expected to lie down all the time, eat bland food and absolutely no screen time. For someone who is not used to sitting idle, this was a difficult phase for me. The hormonal swings were already messing up my brain and to top it all, I was not allowed to read books or even peek at my mobile.
I am usually not the sort to pour out my frustration to anyone but this time I really, really vented out to the BH. In hindsight, I think it was such a trivial thing when you compare it to the miracle that was cradled in my arms. I talked, cried, talked again, and he played the part well of being the patient listener.
Roughly around three weeks postpartum, there were endless nursing sessions that worsened my back pain. During those days, he used to massage my back or sympathetically pat me. Needless to say, I melted away at his gesture.
Then the other day we were at a birthday party and I had to hurry through dinner lest Chikoo wakes up. BH then sat next to me and fed me the food items that I had missed to have in the buffet. I was so hungry that I sent him back for seconds multiple times and every time he patiently did so.
If anything, Chikoo has managed to make our relationship stronger by making us go through the tests of patience and understanding regularly. Both of us are keen to nurture and love our little one and that has us talking or debating endlessly on the best way to do so. We have our differences, of course, but in the end, we have the common goal of raising a good human being.
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