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Rekha and I are proud parents of a baby girl

Today – 29th March 2007 – at 12 noon my wife gave birth to a baby girl. Now I know why babies are considered a bundle of joy – they come wrapped as a bundle in a white, soft, cotton wrap-around (doesn`t look as good on the baby girl as it does on other 18 year olds) for which I was asked to pay later – Rs 40.

It wasn`t a normal delivery. She was born via a C-section operation, where ‘C` stands for Caesarean. Legend has it that Caesar`s mother delivered him thus but there are doubts over the same. Read more about Caesarean deliveries.

I was just thinking about Caesarean deliveries – kind of different. If one were to look for an example in day to day living…it is like choosing to walk out of the window when the door is still available. Simple.

RSS Feed IconThis incident has made me realize that childbirth is the only time one visits the hospital in a happy frame of mind. Doctors are an exclusion to this rule – why wouldn`t one be happy making money?

Rekha is still under observation. I am told that`s routine after a C-section. I am not complaining for it gives me ample time to mingle with the pretty nurses. Pity, one is forced to addressed them as “Sister”. I did try a Johnny Bravo line on one of the nurses. I walked up to her and said: “You smell kind of pretty. Want to smell me?”

She gave me a stare. Then smiled at me before saying: “Sure. First, let me clean the gooey mess you daughter has delivered on our operation table.”

Just when I was making some headway, the gynecologist walked into the scene. I have a feeling the nurses are not allowed to flirt with the patrons, for the nurse ignored me thereafter.

I did look thro` the glass window of the Isolation Ward (they could have chosen a better name – it is as if Rekha had been abducted by the aliens) and whispered “I love you,” to Rekha. She in turn said something which I couldn`t hear. When I called my hands and legs to the rescue and conveyed to her that I didn`t understand, she asked the nurse to write something in a paper and hand it over to me. It was the nurse I had flirted with, so I gave my million dollar smile as I took the piece of paper from her hand.

The piece of paper said: “Now you have got what you have always wanted – a second woman in your life. You better behave.”

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