Faith..My miracle baby!!!

                

     I was on cloud nine, my heart dancing in joy, my mind always dreaming about how my life will be filled with merry once my baby becomes part of it, I use to check my tummy every morning in the mirror hoping for the baby bump to show, I would imagine her small fingers, little toes and cute smile all day. Throughout the day and night I would only think about her, she became the center of my world. I was counting days, waiting anxiously to hold her in my hands and not just feel her in my womb. Every time my husband and I went for my regular check-ups and test, we would come out of the clinic with broad smile on our face like every other to-be parents.

     However, something went terribly wrong during fifth month of my pregnancy and thereafter every visit to the clinic was painful. On our way to the clinic both of us kept quiet in the car, trying hard to hide our tears and fears and praying that the visit will bear us some good news this time around. Every time we came out of the clinic, our fears only magnified and the tears would roll down our cheeks, both of us making no attempts to hide it this time. My BP was shooting up, I was having sleepless nights, my health was failing with every passing day and the baby inside me was suffering immensely.

     The baby was not responding as she should have, she was not growing the way doctors expected her to, sometimes there would be no moments from her for days at stretch, after innumerable tests the doctors declared that I was going to have a tough pregnancy and there were chances that my dreams will come shattering if things didn’t improve soon. One day the doctors announced that my body and the baby were not getting any better with the treatment and they may have to get the baby out if the treatment fails. On the other hand, even if the treatment shows any improvement than we can’t rule out the possibility of a still baby or that my baby would have a complicated life. Though the doctors were hoping that the worst may not come true, my heart sank completely.

     On hearing this news, I detached myself from the world, I would cry endlessly; I use to get up in the middle of the night soaked in sweat, fear and negative thoughts were overtaking my blissful life. My family and husband tried their best to pacify me even when they themselves were miserable but I could just not accept the fate of my baby. After a brief period of denial and weeping, one day as I sat in my balcony looking at people walking on the street, something in me triggered a thought of hope, my first positive thought after the dreadful news.

     As I was looking at countess life on the streets carrying on with their daily routine I wondered that not everyone walking on the street may be having cheerful life, yet they are going on as usual unlike me who is cribbing and being terrible. I got lost in my thoughts wondering what is it that they have and I am lacking and pat came the reply –FAITH.

     When nothing works in your favor, when the entire universe is against you, when there is not even slightest hope of things getting better than FAITH makes its entry in your heart. Faith is that magical thing that helps you sail through the storm. It makes you believe in the unbelievable, it gives you the strength to make impossible possible, it is such a strong feeling that it can change your world and thought process in no time. During those tiring times, I told myself to have faith in my motherly love, to have faith on my loving baby, to have faith on my weak body, to have faith on my dishearten heart and more importantly to have faith on my umbilical cord. I started developing positive thoughts, I started dreaming of my life ahead with my baby, I started believing in the love that my kid and I shared, I started living my days in hope, believing completely that one day I will give birth to a healthy baby who will give me plenty of happiness.

     My family was surprised with this sudden transformation in me. They too suppressed their own fears and started having faith in my faith. During the remaining few days of my pregnancy my faith became firm and my hopes became stronger. I realized the most amazing things in life tend to happen right at the moment you are about to give up hope. My days of labor finally bore sweet fruits, and I welcomed my little healthy baby in this world through normal delivery. I couldn’t believe the enormous power I had within me until I saw my baby crying in front of my eyes and my doctor smiling at me and declaring the baby as miracle baby.  I have named my baby FAITH – quiet unusual but just perfect for her.

     My baby hates her name and complaints about it to me often but the day she grows up to understand the significance of it, I am sure she will appreciate it.

“Faith is all about believing, you don’t know how it will happen, but you know it will.”