Friday, June 14, 2019

Meals for Two

February 20th
Three rounds around the Kochi stadium. Around 9 mins per km.

February 21st
Five rounds around the Kochi stadium. Around 9 mins per km.

February 22nd
Five round around the Kochi stadium. Around 9 mins per km.

February 24th, 6am
We start our 10km marathon from UC College, Aluva in the Kashi Periyar River Run. Going by my earlier averages, I expected to finish the marathon in an hour and a half. Ammu started running the moment we started. I was only lazily jogging. Usually, I would catch up to her in 700 odd metres when she would be jogging along. After half a kilometre or so, she would start running again. This routine would repeat. This was what happened on the earlier days.

Today, I couldn't reach her even after covering 2km. It was then I got a call from her. She apparently pulled something in her abdomen, and was only doing the walking part, and she was, in fact, way behind me. I waited so that she could catch up. Almost 90% of the fellow runners moved past me in this period. The best she could do was briskly walk. We finished the marathon, but only after one hour and forty five minutes.

February 25th, 7am
I'm deep in sleep, trying to forget about the aching joints. That's when she starts asking me to wake up. When I ask her why, she says that there are two lines.

We had been here before - when she claims to be able to see a second (almost invisible) line, and I nod along only to not disappoint. I prefer that honour to go to the next test, or the blood test. Mostly, it was because I hoped against hope that my lies were not lies.

But today, there was a line. We decided to get a blood test. The counter person told us that we can see the results online by 12. She kept pinging me. She was feeling a lot of things. I was practically numb. I couldn't think of anything to reply.

The result came at 12.15pm, after a few agitated calls. The values showed that she was three weeks pregnant. I was still hesitant to believe. We booked an appointment with our Doc for the evening. She was ecstatic, I was jittery. Evening finally came, and the Doc said it's a start.

We did blood tests two more times, the values kept increasing - along with that our hopes. We had our first scan in the first week of March, and there it was - all, but a dot on a flickering screen, which filled us up with warmth.

Sometime in the second week, she asked me if she's really pregnant. I went out and bought her a pregnancy kit from the same Lady, who had given me sad look on February 21st, when I had last brought this from her. This time though, I had a smile across my face, and the arrogance to say, "This is the last time."

I don't usually turn to self-serving on this platform, but I need to say this out loud for every husband out there. On February 25th, as the Doc was confirming the good news, she asked what she was doing to maintain her fitness. Ammu said that WE had been going to the gym for one month now, and that WE had prepared and WE had completed a 10km marathon just yesterday. The Doc said that the WE was really nice to hear.

We are into the sixth month now. She has been immense since the turn of the year. The way she keeps herself in check, so that the health of the kid is safe - she is a mother already. She is feeling all of this emotions and pains and what not, and the best I can do is be emphatic and nod. The next few weeks are going to be more hard for me, as I will be unable to comprehend the mental and physical state of my wife, as she is crushed internally by our growing baby.

All I can do is to pray to all known Gods, and unknown, that they let me see this piece of heaven in her arms, both of them safe and healthy.

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