Here come the babies…

Life is nothing but a loving meow.
That one I coined, I confess.

And motherhood is the most beautiful feeling on earth.
This one is likely to get more people to nod I guess.

I watched my kids being born, Kit Kit’s water bag burst when she was seated on my lap. And just like that a new phase of my life began.

She went back to flirting almost immediately and I had two little funny looking mouse like things, with their eyes tightly shut and ears flattened, in a green bath tub to raise.

The first step was just watching them in awe. Rolling over and over again, both of them sort of wrapped together. And then falling asleep. I actually used to just watch this and get those strange feelings that I guess people get when their children go up to get their degrees after passing out. “They are mine.”
And like irritating first time mothers, I had no stories to narrate apart from what my kids did. Guess I lost a few friends then, but I didn’t notice.

Dumby with Spotty dada

When their eyes started opening, a new thrill of joy ran through me. It wasn’t an overnight thing, and every progress was new. They no longer rolled on their belly. There could walk though their little tummys touched the base of the tub.

Fragile though they were, I instinctively knew how to handle them. I fed them five times a day or more, three syringes of watered milk. Their stomachs would bloat up and it was pretty amusing to see it flatten out almost immediately if they peed.

And boy!! Can kids squeak!

A few days later they were all over the room, running over me while I lay on the bed, tucking themselves into my sweator, climbing up my jeans till they reached my shoulder.. They slept next to me, ate in my room, used the bathtub for “potty” reasons now, scratched out all my books and made me a soft gooey mess of a person.

Kids grow up.
So did they.

They chose to move out of my room, the world was much larger now, and a fun play ground to explore.

Even though I missed them, I didn’t force them back to the place where they were born.

Motherhood is about sacrifice.
I learnt that too.

My kids are lazy full grown cats now. Dee and Dum.  After Tweedledee and Tweedledum 🙂

Like I said, life is nothing but a loving meow. Ask anyone who has been lucky, they might give a big nod to this one too.