INTRODUCING INAAYA
Having a child is quite insane! I mean I have a step son and all who has
taught me so much but when Inaaya came into our world 32 days ago I kind of had
to re-evaluate a lot of thing especially my writing! My writing is therapy for me – I have always
found it to be the most productive alternative to grabbing my personal arsenal
of semi-automatic and automatic weapons and going postal on anyone who just adds to my
problems. As of late when Inaaya or ever since she showed
up on the scene I do not hold in my hand a browning or a berretta I seem to be armed with
pampers and milk bottles. On a lighter
side of things just imagine me running into that socialite aunty at Aghas and after
5 minutes of listening to her catching and putting a doo doo ki bottle into her
mouth and shouting “ye le manhoos!” (now
that is a different kind of therapy all in all!)
Ok so this blog is basically all about fatherhood and how I
choose to deal with issues and basically my memoirs for my daughter when Inaaya
will be born as a human again (after her marriage to tell me that maybe we did
it right as parents) In this post I would like to tell you about her birth and
the first month. And then let’s see how
the story unfolds!
We named her “Inaaya” basically I fell in love with the name
when I heard a friend call his daughter that name and I swore to him that if we
had a daughter when I got married it would be after his daughter! When she was born or the day she took her own
sweet time coming out to say hello to the world (I know very woman like right!)
A simple cesarean turned into a 3 hour ordeal after a 9 month long tricky
pregnancy and my wife was exhausted after 5 admissions to the hospital. A
simple 20 minute procedure had me fighting with friends who I worked with at
Ziauddin Hospital and Dr. Rubina yet again held us all together and then Dr.
Zain introduced me to my daughter. I was
reborn when I set eyes upon her and somehow all the premonitions seemed to
vanish.
As I held my daughter all I did for 3 hours or so was look
at her and her at me and I just cried.
Now if you know me I have answers to everything – even when I don’t… “I
DO OK!” but this is one time that I was simply blank. My mind was at peace on many fronts and I
feel that her birth was an essential evolutionary process in my life that every
man should go through with his first born childs.
I know this first entry is a bit dry but then again what isn’t
and it is just the basics or the founding stone to tell you how mad our lives
really got from the time she entered into our life. Inaaya (means Gift of God) came and brought
with her joy to bother her grand fathers giving them a reason to see and walk
further than us emotionally, to both her grand mothers a sense of fulfillment
to all her chacha’s phupi’s khalas and mamoos a reason to forgive us parents
for how we had wronged them in the past and healed and covered up a lot of
scars that we only chose to keep looking at because there was nothing
else! Oh yes her brother thinks she is “cool”
and can’t wait for her to be in Streeton. (his house in KGS)
Now for us parents Inaaya gifted us with her ability to drop
fast asleep when she’s not supposed to (during the entire day) and keep wide
awake at night. All the habits that now
embarrass me but I was totally proud of in college like burping farting and
doing doo doo when we introduce her to anyone! And last but not least keeping
her mom and me awake by deciding to party all night wanting attention. (really
unfair for her mom and me)
All my three letter abbreviations have changed from TTYL –
CYA – GTG – TTFN to FMT / PamP / Powd / and anything pink or purple. My car seems to have lost its ability to
smell of colognes and smells like I am the top dog at a powder puff girls
convention and somehow I seem to be taking classes on how to love the baby channel
and anything pink and purple. My speed
dial also seems to have re worked itself out to anything baby and family and
then put that all else on the back burner.
Today I guess I am able to write after a long stayed away
from stint because I intend to make this blog about parenting issues how to
tackle them and how to deal with most problems that we all never talk about or
how to have that special talk with yourself first about the birds and the bees without
sounding too chirpy to your kids or getting stung by the rude outcome if not
handled with surgical precision. I hope
to make this blog funny and from a different perspective so that you will enjoy
reading it as it will be focused upon positivity and qwerky out takes on life
rather than people that don’t matter anyhow!
My next post will be about cats and dogs and babies - how to get your cat to not be jealous of your new born baby so that you don't have to part with the cat or your sanity!
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