Nov 08 - Arrival
Category: Submission by Protima Sharma, Pune
The doctor confirmed the date. Our daughter had chosen the wettest Friday in July to arrive. The rains gods seemed immensely pleased, lavishing us with regular downpours. Monsoons were extra welcome this year. The heat had been too much to bear and another year of parched fields would have shattered the city’s morale.
The equally steady flow of well meaning advice on child rearing was pouring from every quarter. I dutifully listened to all. The bookshelves were lined with parenting books. As if my mother and Amazon didn't have enough recommendations, even the maid chimed in with suggestions. The nursery slowly filled up with every delivery. The wallpaper and curtains had taken the longest to decide till we realized that the baby would not care much and Facebook forgets eventually.
He worried about the size of our small car; a baby seat would not have enough room. A sedan would suit the princess but not our budget. It will have to wait but not for long, I hoped.
At work, my colleagues had been helpfully adjusting their schedules to accommodate my work from home requests. The news of a baby’s imminent arrival tends to make people nicer.