I am Rhea Rajan. Born on 29 March, 2007…and yet with lots to share. My parents are Rekha & Rajan...and we now live in Gurgaon. Do let me know how I blog...

My mother was pregnant?

Posted: March 31st, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Father, Mother | No Comments »
Thats my mother when she was seven months pregnant with me. Trust me, when I was inside the womb I thought my mother would be pink.

Thats my mother when she was seven months pregnant with me. Trust me, when I was inside the womb I thought my mother would be pink.

Today I heard my father say that he was here in Kannur only for me. He called up his boss and told him that he needed to be with his wife (that’s my mom for a few days more). It felt good.

Father and mother were also discussing the pregnancy days.

Apparently, my mother was 61 Kgs when she was 6 weeks pregnant and gained 13 kilos and was at 74 Kgs when I was born. I feel my mother is using me as an excuse for gaining weight. Bceause I was only 3.5 Kgs when born. How does she explain the 10 odd Kgs she gained?

I also overheard that Dr Amudha Hari, who has a polyclinic in Adyar, Chennai was my mother gynecologist in Chennai and Dr Dinesh handled the delivery and pre-natal care in Kannur. I wish I can send them a rose to thank them for being good to me.

Apparently, my mother used to hare oil but after she became pregnant with me, she started loving pooris and other oily items. Some day, I intend to tell her that when I was in her stomach…I used to eat up all the pooris she would gobble up.

I also loved the ice creams and chocolate pastries (from Coffee Day & CakeWalk in Chennai) that my mother had.

Visitors kept streaming in today also. Wonder why they have to come so close to look at me. Sometimes I can smell sweat some times…a nice fragrance…wonder what that is. Is it something I can get for myself?

Today, I saw the band on my hand again….so is Rekha the name of my mother?


Gosh, smiling is easy

Posted: March 31st, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: My Firsts | No Comments »

Did I tell you I first smiled on March 31, 2007? That’s two days after my birth. While my mother hugged me tight after seeing me smile, my father just stood there dumb struck. Isn’t a girl supposed to smile at a man? How old fashioned can one get?

It isn’t my fault that my father was wearing a yellow shirt with a gray trouser – I mean, anybody would smile (or laugh, depending on how old you were) at such a color combination.

I had once tried smiling inside the womb. I think it was when my mother came across this quote by Al Capone while reading his biography: “You can go a long way with a smile. You can go a lot farther with a smile and a gun”.

I remember being confused about what both ‘smile’ and ‘gun’ were. But then, in the evening my father came home and said something to my mother which made me understand ‘smile’. He had said: “Rekha, everything will be fine. Now, just relax and give me a smile…show me some teeth.”

It can be seriously stifling inside the womb, but I tried to relax. I then showed my teeth to the blood-red wall I had right in front of my face….I had smiled. Just that I might have allowed a few drops of the amniotic fluid inside…for I felt pukish the whole day.

I still don’t know what a ‘gun’ means. Someday I intend to find out.


Day 2 in this World

Posted: March 30th, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Hospitals | Tags: , , | No Comments »
Who is this man taking my picture? Doesn’t he know that flash  isn’t good for newly borns? Why doesn’t he listen to my  mother? “Don’t touch my mother, I say!”

Who is this man taking my picture? Doesn’t he know that flash isn’t good for newly borns? Why doesn’t he listen to my mother? “Don’t touch my mother, I say!”

I woke up with a start when it started getting cold, and then realized my mother had got up. Didn’t know where she had gone so started crying. In case you didn’t know…I can only see up to 1-2 meters….everything else beyond that is a blur.

I did catch a glimpse of my father late last evening – one short, dark guy. With a big nose and unkempt hair (luckily I am not talking of the nose hair). For a long time, he kept telling my mom that I was way too delicate and he can’t lift me. I was upset and happy at the same time – happy because I didn’t want to go to that short, dark man and upset because he didn’t think I was strong.

All I need is some time in the gym…why don’t people understand that.

Later in the evening, Nisha came. Apparently Nisha used to be my mother’s classmate in college. Nisha found me really cute and…and for a moment I was scared that I would be sent away with her. Later, was glad to know when I over heard my mom ask Nisha: “So, how are your two kids doing?”

Savithri aunty, Lakshmi Kutty aunty, Raji aunty and Divya sister came to see me today. They were might excited to see me…but I couldn’t see them well.

With too much action in a single day, I fell asleep when Divya sister sang my first lullaby in this World.

*I have some concerns with feeding. I need to speak to my mother tomorrow.


Coming into this World

Posted: March 29th, 2007 | Author: | Filed under: Hospitals | Tags: , , , , | 1 Comment »
Thats me on day one. Notice the peace, the tranquility. Also notice the band on my hand saying Rekha Rajans daughter.

Thats me on day one. Notice the peace, the tranquility. Also notice the band on my hand saying "Rekha Rajan's daughter."

Like all big shots before me…Sri Krishna, Jesus etc…I was also born at 12 noon. The day was March 29, 2007. Unlike Sri Krishna & Jesus I didn’t get cool handyman as a father…my father was neither a carpenter nor a shepherd. More on this later.

My father might not be a cool handyman, but he definitely is stupid. I have such pretty features…but he had to remove my dress to find out if I was a boy or a girl.

From a loud nurse, I came to know that I was at St Martin De Porres Hospital in Cherukunnu, Kannur, Kerala. The same nurse also started announcing to the World (gosh! How much I hate these loud mouths) that I was 3.5 Kgs heavy and 50 cms long.

I think I am a little over weight for my height…maybe I should watch my diet over the next couple of months.

My mother is really pretty. I see a lot of love in her eyes…and she cries every time I look into her eyes. Wonder why?

Today my mom looked at my fingers (which are missing nail polish!) and said: “Rhea, did you know…you have long artistic fingers.”

I replied with a polite, “Thank you,” but wonder if she heard it.