Reality

Next morning, by 7 am, my mother woke up. My granny took me to her and showed me. Yes, this time she looked at my face and I could see the tears in her eyes. I didn't understand why she was crying. May be because of the pain, I thought. No, it was the happiness in her mind that burst out as tears. My granny said, look your kid is very beautiful. I again felt happy.


Then my grandma narrated my pathetic situation of last night. She also told my mother very sadly, that the bottle milk was given to me without any holes in it. She was actually started crying for that. Poor granny. I understood, that's the reason why I didn't get a single drop of milk from the bottle, even I used my entire strength to drink it. I knew how cruel it could be without food. That's the first lesson I learned from this world. Yes ! the value of food :).



I was eager to drink milk. I know it is something precious than the water I had. As an end to my longing, I was given milk for the first. Unfortunately, I didn't feel comfortable, for no reason and I stopped drinking milk. I felt that if she can give me this milk in my feeding bottle, it would be better. As I wished, after a few minutes, I got mother's milk in bottle. It was so tasty and easy to drink. There I started the attachment with my feeding bottle. I continued its usage till my LKG.


This time my father was permitted to see us. My granny gave me to his lap. He started drawing on my face with his long fingers. I thought in mind, what a lovely finger. Yeah ! I started feeling so happy. I would like to continue sitting there for so long. Then a nurse came and started scolding him in Telugu. In between, the first language I heard after coming to this world is Telugu, then only I heard Malayalam (my mothertounge). I understood, their custom is like, baby's father should not hold the new born before 7 days. But my father explained her in English, its our culture and custom. She left the room after saying something.


I again feel proud for my father, for his frankness. Again the nurse came with a bucket of hot water. I thought it was for my mother. NO! it was for me. Oh God, please save me, I do not want to bath in water boiled 100 degree. To protect myself, I again started crying. A few minutes later, I heard, my grandmother is quarreling with the nurse for bringing that hot water from me. She told the nurse to go out and she will take care of me. Then she mixed the water with cold water  and after confirming the temperature is apt for my soft body, she started showering me. Again I saw god in her. She saved me from boiling in hot water, else .... I can't imagine.   

A few more days passed, by this time, my mother become more healthy. She started caring me all time.  We got discharged after 16 days of hospital life.

Meanwhile, Dr. Syamala suggested to call me Syama, but none agreed, for the reason 'Syama' means black and it will not suite for a fair cutie girl like me.....!!