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Even a normal pregnancy can be a difficult time, both physically and mentally. If there is a need for complete bed rest during pregnancy, things become tougher. Anju Jayaram shares her experience of just such a pregnancy.
Pregnancy, especially the first time around is a mixed bag of emotions. There are so many hormones doing all kinds of things and your body changing in ways you never imagined it could. Add to that being bed ridden for five months of your pregnancy, it is not easy but then again nothing good comes easily. This is a difficult topic for me to write about as it is personal and I am just thankful that I made through it. I write because I looked for something or someone to inspire me during that time and push me onwards when I was lying in bed being a human incubator. I hope that my experience reaches someone who needs to read it for that tiny little positive encouragement.
‘Motherhood is tough. It is not a job for everyone.’ Wise words said by my pediatrician on the second day of being a mother. I was whining about my sore nipples and looking at him in bewilderment as I thought the tough part is behind me. In the long run it has become just a memory and ceases to be the painful time it was then. Also ‘motherhood amnesia’ helps as I find moms quickly forget the troubles they had during pregnancy and bringing up a young child!
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As he stood in front of his door, Nishant prayed that his wife would be in a better mood. The baby thing was tearing them apart. When was the last time he had seen his wife smile?
Veena got into the lift. It was a festival day, and the space was crammed with little children dressed in bright yellow clothes, wearing fancy peacock feather crowns, and carrying flutes. Janmashtami gave her the jitters. She kept her face down, refusing to socialize with anyone.
They had moved to this new apartment three months ago. The whole point of shifting had been to get away from the ruthless questioning by ‘well-wishers’.
“You have been married for ten years! Why no child yet?”
I huffed, puffed and panted up the hill, taking many rest breaks along the way. My calf muscles pained, my heart protested, and my breathing became heavy at one stage.
“Let’s turn back,” my husband remarked. We stood at the foot of Shravanbelagola – one of the most revered Jain pilgrimage centres. “We will not climb the hill,” he continued.
My husband and I were vacationing in Karnataka. It was the month of May, and even at the early hour of 8 am in the morning, the sun scorched our backs. After visiting Bangalore and Mysore, we had made a planned stop at this holy site in the Southern part of the state en route to Hosur. Even while planning our vacation, my husband was very excited at the prospect of visiting this place and the 18 m high statue of Lord Gometeshwara, considered one of the world’s tallest free-standing monolithic statues.
What we hadn’t bargained for was there would be 1001 granite steps that needed to be climbed to have a close-up view of this colossal magic three thousand feet above sea level on a hilltop. It would be an understatement to term it as an arduous climb.
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