Celebrating the
Miracle of My Life
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| Mother's day at Kunal's Kindergarten class |
Today I am celebrating the 27th birthday of my
first-born son Kunal. Kunal was the first blessing for my positive attitude
towards life and the direct result of the power of intention.
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| Kunal all grown up! |
About 28 years ago, all I knew was that I had the intention
to stay positive and have a child despite being diagnosed with a tumor on my
pituitary gland. I was told that I would probably lose my eyesight, live only
20 more years and, worst of all, I was told that I would not be able to
conceive a child, and, if I did, I would not be able to carry it full term.
At that time, I wasn’t planning to have a child; I was busy
doing my Masters in Mechanical Engineering at the time. But, the probability that I would never have
a child broke my heart. Till that moment,
I did not know having a child and being a mom was so important to me. I didn’t care about only living 20 more years
or going blind, but I could not stop crying at the thought of dying without
ever being a mother.
I left the doctor’s office with the horrible news and went
straight to my husband’s office still crying.
This was a shock to him too. Even though we were not planning to start a
family yet - I was still in school and he had just started his new business –
we agreed we should start trying to get pregnant right away. Low and behold, 3 months later I was
pregnant. We overcame the first
prediction that I was not be able to conceive!
We started the journey of carrying the pregnancy to full
term under strict doctor’s observation.
At one checkup, the doctor could not hear the baby’s heart. The
nightmare seemed to be coming true. I was sent for an ultra sound and, to our
relief, the baby waved his hand as if saying “Mom, I am okay.” The technicians cheered with us at the sight
of that waving hand. I was placed on
strict easy life order by the doctor. No
stress, no travel, no hard work. It was great. I felt fine, I was not sick and I
had a forced vacation.
The baby was growing fine. We waited for the due date with
the option to have an emergency C-section at any sign of trouble. The plan was that the baby would grow in the
incubator and I would have brain surgery if we saw a problem with the baby or
my tumor.
The due date came and went and I was still good and healthy
except I gained a lot of weight. I was eating everything by the book, did not
want to deprive my baby of anything while he was waiting to come out into this
world. If I went to surgery after that he might have had to live without my
care for some time while I was ready to take care of him.
Six days past the due date on November 3, 1988, 27 years ago,
I gave birth to my beautiful and healthy son Kunal. We have been celebrating the ‘miracle’ of my
life, my son’s birth, for 27 years now, and every year I can’t help but think
of how much I wanted to be his mother. If I was scared or had given into the
negative thoughts of not being able to conceive, I would not be celebrating
this miracle and joy for the last 27 years. I wanted a baby at any cost. The
cost was inconsequential; my eye was only on the prize of holding my baby. I got it!
Incidentally, after Kunal’s birth, the tumor disappeared.
Two years later, we were blessed with another bundle of joy,
love and laughter, his brother Rahul. I
feel like I have been blessed with two sons because I wanted to be their mother
so much that nothing was going to get in the way of accomplishing that goal.
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| Kunal(5) with his brother Rahul(3) |
I am grateful to be celebrating my son’s birthday today and
being a mother!
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