Dear readers, things are a bit back to normal for us but I know there are many families who have gone through irreparable loss in recent times. Let’s be more kind to each other as the world needs healing from all the grief and tears. This blog post is a two-part series, first part was all about my struggle while this one will focus more on my pregnancy and our recovery.
My state of mind was reflecting the state of my physical health. I kept writing in my journal, every day and documenting these horrible days. Why? because times like these help me understand the strength of our minds and body. The days were bad and nights were absolutely horrifying. But we humans have come through this far with our spirit to love and compassion for our loved ones.
My loved ones kept messaging, asking for my health, sending their prayers, and made sure that one rope of hope was never away from me.
Pregnancy in itself is a whole new process for your body and then covid, of course, it made things difficult for me. This time fight wasn’t just physical but mental too. I kept rethinking about bringing a new life in these times and kept saying sorry for all the troubles my little one was going through within me.
All through this, one person who was standing like a rock was the man of the house. He was asymptomatic and had no physical discomfort. My brother lost his sense of smell too and fatigue was overwhelming both of us. My sister got her antibody test done as she was asymptomatic too but felt a bit tired all throughout the day. Her antibodies were skyrocketing signaling the exposure of this virus.
One of the most difficult parts of all this was avoiding talking to my parents. My one hello would show mom my state of health and I didn’t want that. There is a lot that changes within you when you go through tough times in life. I don’t think I am an atheist but I was never a human who believed in prayers. My maa on the other hand is a devotee of Radhaswami and I don’t even have to tell the kind of faith she holds towards this.
Amidst my health hurricane, my in-laws caught covid. The pain of looking at your parents through a video call when they are not well is unexplainable. I think, the one thing which took the most hit was our mental state. We all were in fear and every time the phone rang we said a little prayer because we knew the severity of this virus. Pregnancy complications didn’t let us travel there and they couldn’t come here.
Prayers, medicine, our faith, your good wished, our will to live, everything worked.
Quite a few years ago I read somewhere, that fear is sometimes an origin of faith, well, I don’t know how to explain it but it does remain your only hope when nothing else seems to be working. You turn to that one power when it becomes unbearable for you and you fear the bad would engulf your loved ones. You pray harder when that little life inside you starts to breathe a little slow.
Pregnancy hormones were kicking in hard. Every time, I would touch my bump, I felt a surge of strength within me. I had to be better for this little life that I chose to bring into this world. I don’t know how to explain this feeling of “I am a mother” and I won’t let anything happen to this little life of mine.
Here are a few things I learned and followed religiously, well, still do:
- Ask a doctor when in doubt especially, when it’s about medicines. I have seen so many people taking medicine without consulting doctors and I don’t have to tell you how dangerous it can get.
- A protein-rich diet, juices, water intake, and regular communication with the doctor helped me to avoid visiting hospitals.
- Pay attention to your mental state as much as you pay attention to your physical state. I cried buckets the day I could move on my own and sat on the balcony. Seeing a bird flying in the blue sky after spending 17 days in bed was overwhelming.
- Pregnancy is beautiful yet can get sometimes too much to handle. Write in your journal, talk to people. Ask for help when needed.
- Prayers work or not, I don’t know. Does it bring calmness to your heart, yes, it did for me. Meditation is a blessing even if it is just for a few minutes.
As I write this, we have celebrated a bit of happiness we felt in a long time looking at smiling faces by preparing “Jalebis” at home. Thank you to each and every one of you from the bottom of my heart. ❤️
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