Birth of a Mother
29th May 2011, I was all nervous and shaky. The Doctor had asked me to get myself admitted into the hospital for delivering the baby that was happily concealed in my womb for over 39 weeks. My husband wanted the best of the amenities to be provided for his baby. He booked an expensive suite room. Room No. 300. Coincidently, our baby was also to be born on 30th. Right from the day that the nurse in the hospital told me that I was pregnant (well from April 2008 - Sept 2011 I was expecting this news but surprisingly not in October 2011) to the day that doctor told me to get myself admitted, every day was a new day. Every move that I made was for my baby. Every morsel that I ate was for my baby. I did everything that was necessary to ensure that my baby was safe. I did everything that was said to be absolutely necessary to ensure that the baby's future was good and its thought process was channelised in the right way, right from the time it was in my womb (from reading good books to do...