And again its been a while…I just cant seem to keep up my resolve of being more consistent and frequent with my posts…
Well, to my defense, a lots been going on. Back to back travel to Shanghai and then to cold cold Stockholm. Getting back home from Shanghai for a day and half before I left again and trying to fit in baking a cake, going out shopping for party favors, repacking my suitcase, and just spending as much time as I could with my lil monkey! The cake got baked, ready for Kabir to take to school on his birthday. Party favors were bought and my suitcase was repacked to head out again. Who would have thought being born in the month of September and March would mean missing birthdays together!!! That both me and Kabir’s birthday months would coincide with season starts every year…basically ensuring I will be missing both my own and Kabir’s birthday every year at home!! Not nice. Birthdays are meant to be spent together with family…at home…:(
Thank God for technology…Facetime and Skype. At least I managed to be a part of Kabir’s cake cutting, together with daddy! Watch him light up at the sight of the cake, take great joy in blowing out the candles and sing along Happy Birthday to Kabu!!! And then getting all teary eyed by the end of it. Wanted so much to just get out and give my lil monkey a big hug and smother him with kisses.
By the end of the week, I was just counting days till I’d be back home. But finally my homecoming wasn’t quite what I had expected it to be. In transit trying to facetime home from Doha, with nobody answering my calls. My panic button already turned on …and then the news..Kabir has fallen on the table at home and is bleeding profusely and is being taken to the hospital. It’s the worst feeling ever…the final few hours till you get back home and then to hear this while you are still miles away. Can’t do anything to help….you just pray its not as bad your imagination is making it to be.
Finally I get back home after a few hours and find my baby sleeping peacefully with his lip still all bloody. Only an hour after I get back, we have to wake him to take him to the hospital once again to get stitches. He was so brave, it made me cry! He was obviously thrilled to see me after so long and the few gifts that I took with me to the hospital made him so happy!!
At a point when I was getting all emotional and sad on him losing his front two teeth…He pats me on my shoulder…and says..”Mamma…look at me!!..it’s ok…don’t be sad..” I wanted to cry!!
He was and is far more braver than I am …already. Poor baby came out all groggy after the surgery, still under effects of the anesthesia. I was just thanking God to at least have made sure I reached back in time to be there for him when he had the surgery and needed me most…
In a few hours though he was again up and about. Smashing around with Hulk and making a mess of the hospital sheets with play doh! ❤ After that he kept announcing its time to go home! “I want to go to the sand-pit…lets go…” Was a task convincing him to stay only a few more hours. Kept running out for a walk and even got me to play a lil hide n seek in the corridors of the ward!!
A restless night not getting much rest in the hospital, finally was time to go home around noon the next day. Back just in time to prepare for his birthday party. The show after all must go on….specially a three year old’s birthday party!