It was decided, we will have the naming ceremony this week.Calls were made to invite all the important (not always loved) relatives and friends to bless the baby on that day.Now such rituals mean a lot of stress to Naani side people - it's like performance pressure - what all did Naani get for the baby.Even though people deny that and say that they do not make a fuss over these things but the fact is they do and they love to talk about it.Things you do out of love is great but when you end up doing things just because you have to...that just sucks out the fun part...but such is life.
So my mom had stuffed her house with all the possible things she could get hold off...barring some which I strictly told her not to as we had already bought it or were planning to buy it ourselves only.I was told to dress up for the day - dressing up for me was like a challenge and here's why - my stitches still hurt, my face wasn't exactly glowing, I had not been able to move out of the house for an eye brow even..so imagine all the unwanted stuff...and my lenses had expired..so I had 2 choices:
1) All dressed up with glasses and look like Jassi (Jassi jaisi koi nahi...rings a bell?? ) or
2) All dressed up and half blind guessing names by staring at faces from a distance as obviously everything will be hazy (I realized this one would have been fun :P..but much after the ceremony)
So I did the minimal thing - found a mix and match suit...kept the glasses handy (smart...isn't it) initially thought of opening my hair but given the heat I folded them in a bun in like half n hour flat!! Did some make up to make myself look better but again...the heat...plus the Pooja...double heat effect...all make up was swept away with my sweat.
I had to sit for the pooja holding the baby in my arms....on a stool (as I was not supposed to sit down) for the pooja...I was simply waiting for it get over...my arms had started to hurt in some time...my back was absolutely gone...and I was supposed to cover my head with the dupatta which was slipping down every 2 mins...I didn't listen to a word that Pandit was saying...the only thing I cared about was the cake at the end of the pooja...Hope the Gods didn't mind :P
Post the ceremony, I was officially allowed to go out of the house. Yes, there indeed is a official permission sorts you need to get to move out of the house once you've had a baby...I know it sounds funny...like visits to the doctor is allowed (People are generous in our country that ways :P ) but apart from that going out is a big NO.I agree till a certain time I wasn't really in a condition to go out...but post say a week or max 10 days I desperately wanted to go out..like just for a cup of coffee or a movie but I had to wait good 21 days...for some this confinement period lasts up to 40 days...so I should say I was lucky :D
My first outing was to CP...my fav place in Delhi perhaps...it was great to be back there feeling a bit normal...not having to worry about where will I find a place to pee (yes...that used to happen on every trip during pregnancy...I can almost recommend places now)...to just roam around with my husband...eating what I liked (no restrictions)...walking as much as I like...it was amazing...I just wish we could have got more time...I just wanted to stay there...for some time I had forgotten I am mother...it was just the girl in me who was out with the love of her life and she was happy :)
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