Hello World...
I am Lasya Dhulipala. I came into this world on the 27th of June, 2007 at 14:32 CDT. For those of you statistically inclined, I weighed 7 lb 9 oz and measured 20.5 inches at birth. For those of you medically trained, I was delivered normally with Apgar scores of 7 and 9. The neonatologist had to check me because I pooped while in mommy's tummy.
I love my mommy because she really really wanted me to come out early. But I was cross with daddy. He did not leave mommy's side to kiss me when the doctor with big spectacles and blue coat took me to check and clean.
And what a cleaning it was. I was scrubbed clean (yuk, I hate that), made to wear one of those white shirts with a pink lining. How did those people know that I liked pink? Anyway, as soon as that was done, one of the nurses carried me and thrust me into daddy's arms. Did I see a tiny tear in the corner of his eyes? Poor daddy.... maybe he was worried about mommy and that was why he didn't kiss me as soon as I came out. He then bent down and whispered in my ear... "I love you, LASYA". He seemed to be a nice chap. Maybe I will grow to love him too.
And mommy? Yes, I do love her. She has been absolutely fantastic the last 9 months and provided me with 5-star accomodation. Though it took her a while to recover and hold me in her hands, I was absolutely certain that she was the one I wanted as my mommy. She kissed me gently and hugged me.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Even before I could bond well with my mommy, the nurses took me away to the nursery. They stuck a couple of needles near my ankles (bad nurses!!!) to draw some blood. I overheard one of them saying that it was necessary to test my blood as the state government mandated it. I don't understand why those gaur-mental people wanted my blood... but I hope those nurses knew what they were doing.
The nurses then tagged me. Yes, you heard me right. They tagged me as if I were some camera in Circuit City that was at risk of theft. Any one in the hospital could see that I was the only baby with black hair and brown eyes - I inherited those from my parents :-)
Then I was put under some very bright lights. Were they meant to keep me warm? I didn't know it then. I wanted to go to my mommy (and daddy)... not these very warm and bright lights. So, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I hoped the nurses around would get concerned and return me to mommy. However, when one of the nurses said "That is a good, energetic kid. Maybe she will rub her enthusiasm off on the other kids", I decided to stop crying. I hope I understand these grown-ups one day!!!!
My hungry stomach and the warm light made me feel drowsy. How much I longed for mommy's tummy!!! I drifted into dreams.... of warm dreams, warm milk and warm hugs. Suddenly I awoke and found myself in my mommy's hands. My tummy was full... and I realized that I just had my first meal after birth. Daddy took me and held me close to his chest.... so close that I could smell his after-shave. I like that smell daddy....
Granny took me into her hands and told mommy that her thoughts went back to the days when mommy was a little kid. Where was I when mommy was like me? Granpa took me gingerly into his arms. Come on granpa, I like you. Hold me close to your heart.....
How much I wish my other grand-parents, my aunts and uncles were here too. I would have loved to be loved by all of you. Waiting for you all.....
I love my mommy because she really really wanted me to come out early. But I was cross with daddy. He did not leave mommy's side to kiss me when the doctor with big spectacles and blue coat took me to check and clean.
And what a cleaning it was. I was scrubbed clean (yuk, I hate that), made to wear one of those white shirts with a pink lining. How did those people know that I liked pink? Anyway, as soon as that was done, one of the nurses carried me and thrust me into daddy's arms. Did I see a tiny tear in the corner of his eyes? Poor daddy.... maybe he was worried about mommy and that was why he didn't kiss me as soon as I came out. He then bent down and whispered in my ear... "I love you, LASYA". He seemed to be a nice chap. Maybe I will grow to love him too.
And mommy? Yes, I do love her. She has been absolutely fantastic the last 9 months and provided me with 5-star accomodation. Though it took her a while to recover and hold me in her hands, I was absolutely certain that she was the one I wanted as my mommy. She kissed me gently and hugged me.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Even before I could bond well with my mommy, the nurses took me away to the nursery. They stuck a couple of needles near my ankles (bad nurses!!!) to draw some blood. I overheard one of them saying that it was necessary to test my blood as the state government mandated it. I don't understand why those gaur-mental people wanted my blood... but I hope those nurses knew what they were doing.
The nurses then tagged me. Yes, you heard me right. They tagged me as if I were some camera in Circuit City that was at risk of theft. Any one in the hospital could see that I was the only baby with black hair and brown eyes - I inherited those from my parents :-)
Then I was put under some very bright lights. Were they meant to keep me warm? I didn't know it then. I wanted to go to my mommy (and daddy)... not these very warm and bright lights. So, I started screaming at the top of my lungs. I hoped the nurses around would get concerned and return me to mommy. However, when one of the nurses said "That is a good, energetic kid. Maybe she will rub her enthusiasm off on the other kids", I decided to stop crying. I hope I understand these grown-ups one day!!!!
My hungry stomach and the warm light made me feel drowsy. How much I longed for mommy's tummy!!! I drifted into dreams.... of warm dreams, warm milk and warm hugs. Suddenly I awoke and found myself in my mommy's hands. My tummy was full... and I realized that I just had my first meal after birth. Daddy took me and held me close to his chest.... so close that I could smell his after-shave. I like that smell daddy....
Granny took me into her hands and told mommy that her thoughts went back to the days when mommy was a little kid. Where was I when mommy was like me? Granpa took me gingerly into his arms. Come on granpa, I like you. Hold me close to your heart.....
How much I wish my other grand-parents, my aunts and uncles were here too. I would have loved to be loved by all of you. Waiting for you all.....
Comments
I don't know if daddy has told you about me. Your daddy may have a tear in his eye, but behind that tear, he has a naughty look ; and with good reason too. He may tell you all sorts of things about me. He may not even tell you my name properly, so let me introduce myself.
My name is Jayarama Krishnan. And I'll be thrilled the day, when you can say all that without a mistake!
For now, I guess you'll call me Jayaram uncle.
I've known your dad for a long time. And like a good uncle, I look forward to telling you a lot of stories as you grow up. No doubt, your dad will be a main character, if not a 'hero' in many of those.
Ofcourse, I'm not sure if your mom will let you hear those stories till you're atleast a teen ;) I've known your mom for over five years too, and she's one of the sweetest ladies I know. So no doubt you've made a good choice in mommy.
I know you must be sleepy right now, so I won't keep you up for long, but I want to tell you that I love you too, and really really wish I was there to see you and spend time with you. Look forward to seeing you soon :)
- Jayaram uncle
PS->Your naughty dad isn't telling me when he's going to bring you to India. So you pee on him, poop on him, do whatever, but make sure he brings you here SOON!!!