D Day - #BlogchatterA2ZChallenge

 

Nine years ago, D Day dawned for us, the day that our little Zo was born. April the 4th! I still remember the evening when P and V called us on a video call in which V's parents were also there. When they broke the news to us that they were going to be parents, our hearts swelled with joy and immense gratitude to the Almighty. We were to be grandparents for the first time, and it made us feel very special indeed. I remember crying profusely in joy.

I reached Johannesburg in March, determined to make the most of the time with P. My better half would join us later as he did not have leave. 

Those days were special when P and I would talk for hours together, on her childhood, the way she was when we were young parents, and how life had taught us the art of bringing up a child.

On April 3rd, we all sat together, our hearts beating in unison. Since it was to be a Caesarean delivery, we already knew that our little one would emerge the next morning. At 4 am, P felt some pain and off we went to the Olivedale Hospital. V's parents and siblings also reached there soon after.

P seemed calm, talking to all of us, not allowing the trepidation to reach her eyes. She was taken in for the surgery as we sat outside. V was allowed to be present, and he must have had butterflies in his stomach.

 My heart was in my mouth as I waited for the good news. I think every mother goes through this very same feeling when it comes to their daughters. Time had never gone by so slowly!

At 8 am, the doctor came to give us the joyful news. Our little granddaughter, Zo, had come into the world. It was the best news ever, and we all had tears of joy streaming down our faces as V came out, his grin the widest we had ever seen.

                                                                                                 VectorStock

There she came, a fat cheeked, wide-eyed princess in an incubator which was like a little carriage. My first glimpse of her was unforgettable. She had a mop of hair on her head and her large eyes stared out into a brand-new world. She crept into my heart at that moment, to stay there forever. Back in India, my better half was given the good news by V and his first question was, “How’s P? Is she ok?”

As we waited for P to be brought out, my heart was awash with emotion. Our baby girl with her own little baby! It was as though a new world had been born. When P was finally brought to the room, and little Z in our arms, our bubble of joy was complete.                           

 P was in a bit of a daze, but her happiness was palpable. 

Five days later, Z's brand-new grandfather landed up, the typical Army officer wary of holding a tiny mite in his arms. She felt too delicate. He needed much coaxing, and as he finally picked her up, she looked like a little kitten snuggled in his palm. He looked at me and we knew that this was a truly special moment.

Nine years have gone by and every year on D Day, we celebrate the arrival of our little Z with renewed zest and joy. She has numerous questions to ask and with every year, as her horizon widens, the questions only get more profound. But that is how the circle of life works, isn't it? 

                                                                   Happy 9th birthday, our Zoya - Freepik

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