Being a Mom is the best feeling in this world and no one can deny this for sure. Motherhood itself is a journey which has an unparalleled joy of its own. But the joy comes wrapped with fear and anxiety. With a tiny life growing in your womb, it’s natural to become anxious with each passing second. But sometimes we Moms become way too superstitious too, like it happened in my case.
Repeating the same outfit for Doc visit – Once I came to know that I was pregnant, we shortlisted a reputed lady Gynac in our neighborhood and went to visit her. She did the initial check up and prescribed me some vitamin and Iron tablets. Then my initial scan was scheduled and it too went nicely. Coincidentally I was wearing a particular yellow kurta on both the occasions. My Doctor advised me to visit her after 6 weeks. I was super excited and so was my hubby. I was adhering to Doctor’s every single advice and was looking forward to catching a glimpse of my baby. My sonography was done but all hell broke loose, when the Doctor informed us that Baby’s weight wasn’t growing the way it should be. Our faces turned pale and white. But My Doc told us to be patient, prescribed some medicines and asked us to visit her after a month and half. Though I was nervous, I didn’t feel like showing it up. As soon as I sat in my car, something stuck me. I realized that I had worn a different outfit this time, not the one I wore on the last two occasions. I hardly pondered over it any further and kept on following my Physician’s advice to the hilt. After a month and half, when I was getting ready for my sonography, my heart pushed me to wear the same yellow kurta which I had worn previously. I repeated it and on the same day, we were told that our Baby has been doing really well and there’s nothing to worry. My faith on my pale yellow kurta increased in leaps and bounds; I repeated the same for all my subsequent Doctor appointments.
Not taking Doctor appointments on Thursdays – I had heard from my Mom,a couple of times before that doctor appointments shouldn’t be scheduled for Thursdays. I think there’s an Odiya saying that goes with it. Though I used to laugh at this saying of my Mom earlier, when the sword was on me, I adhered to this completely and prohibited my husband from scheduling any appointments on Thursdays.
Going with the same Doctor for my second one too – When I was carrying my second one, my husband told me to change to a different Doctor. As we had shifted to a different neighborhood in the same city, my hubby wanted me to change to a Gynecologist who would be near to our place. Though his words made absolute sense, the superstitious self in me kind of outrightly rejected the idea………….
“ I will continue with Dr…………..She was good and everything went on smoothly during Ary’s time. Don’t want to go to a different Doctor”
Poor fellow, he agreed to my words and my second pregnancy journey too continued under the care of my previous doctor.
Choosing the same room for both my boys – Now this one, topped all! My Doctor informed us that, chances of normal delivery were bleak and we could choose a day for a cesarean procedure once my full term was over. When the D Day came, the staff at the front desk offered us a room upstairs which was well ventilated and had all facilities. My husband was about to give his consent for the same but suddenly I interrupted,
“ Is room no. 203 available?”
My husband looked at me with curious eyes, as room no 203 in the same hospital had given us our first bundle of joy. He kind of smiled and said, “ Phir se wohi room…………….”
He knew I wouldn’t settle down for any other space and requested the staff to see if it was available. The staff replied in affirmative and I couldn’t have been happier. The Mom in me believed in one thing for sure………….
”Room no. 203 will once again fill our lives with happiness, by giving us our second bundle of joy”
Today, when I tell my boys that they were born in the same hospital and in the same room, the reply that I get is “ Wow, Mom!” No doubt I was way too superstitious then, but my inner self knows that it was all for my babies. Today, when I remember these things, my face automatically lights up with a smile. I think, when a woman is pregnant, her whole world revolves around the safety of her unborn child.Knowingly, unknowingly she practices every little thing,that she could to bring her baby safely into this world. The world may label her thinking as irrational or illusory, but she is that brave warrior who wears her heart on her sleeve and can resort to any damn thing only for the sake of her kid.
