Dear Baby Z,
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Today you turn one week old.
In this time you have fed probably a bazillion times, familiarizing mamma with sleep deprivation, one day at a time. But mamma is alright with it as long as you grow up to be the strong warrior girl you are meant to be.
You have been poked and prodded so many times for blood tests and this test and that test. Each time you cry mamma realizes it’s possible to love someone so much that you are willing to take their pain or do anything to make them stop hurting.
In this one week you have been held and kissed by your grandparents and uncles and aunts and granduncles and grandaunts.
Yesterday (Friday) we sacrificed a goat for you. The meat was distributed among neighbours, family, and those who can’t afford to eat well.
Yesterday your umblical cord stump fell off finally and you had your first bath after a coconut oil massage (you are a mallu girl after all). You slept soooo well after it, not waking up to feed even after we tickled your tummy and toes.
In the last 7 days you have been photographed in every possible angle and pose. You so much as twitch and our hands reach for the phone to preserve the beautiful moment right then. You have gifted us so many smiles and make the cutest expressions in your sleep. Your yawns, your stretches, your squeaky toy hiccups… every thing you do manages to make us fall even more head over heels in love again.
What a blessing you are in our lives!
Love,
Mamma
Nazreen Fazal
Writer, Wife, Mother, Indian, Muslim. So many labels, one me. I write, I rant, I ramble in order to make sense of everything happening around. Join me on this journey as I share snippets of my life, going about work, my parenting wins and fails, and the murky waters that's long distance marriage.
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