From Pregnancy to motherhood

One and a half months into her marriage, Nancy found out she was pregnant. Fear flickered in her heart — it felt a little early — but happiness quickly overtook her as she held the positive test in her hand, her heart leaping with joy. Two pink lines, a whisper of a new life, changed her world in an instant.
The months that followed were a whirlwind of emotions — endless cravings, sudden mood swings, tears over nothing, and laughter over everything. Her husband, Gagnish, sang softly to her and lovingly ran his hands over her growing belly. Every night, they would sit together, dreaming about their little one — talking about the crib, the toys, and the beautiful life they wanted to create for their child. Gagnish listened to every word she spoke, understanding her every emotion, fulfilling her cravings, and doing everything he could to make her feel loved and cherished.
By the fifth month of pregnancy, when the triple marker test came back positive twice, the doctor advised them to go for an amniocentesis. Fear gripped Nancy's heart, and tears welled up in her eyes as anxiety wrapped around her like a storm. As she lay there, preparing for the test, Gagnish gently squeezed her hand and whispered, "Don’t worry, I’m here with you." His words were an anchor, steadying her in a sea of fear.
A week later, the test results finally came — negative. Overwhelmed with happiness, Nancy danced around the room, tears streaming down her face as she laughed and smiled all at once. It felt as if life had been given back to her, as if the weight she had carried for days had suddenly lifted. She hugged Gagnish tightly, holding on as if she would never let go.
In that moment, she gasped and placed a hand on her belly.
"Owwww! I felt something in my tummy!" she cried out, her eyes wide with wonder.
"Is it... his kicks?"
Gagnish knelt down, resting his ear against her bump, smiling wider than ever before. Their little miracle was saying hello.
Every night, Nancy and Gagnish would gently rub their hands over her growing belly, whispering promises to their baby — promises to love, protect, and cherish him forever. They sang the Hanuman Chalisa softly, their voices blending with devotion, filling the room with a peaceful warmth. Some nights, they would hum Krishna bhajans, imagining their little one listening quietly, already surrounded by love, prayers, and the melodies of faith.
By the eighth month of pregnancy, another challenge appeared. During a routine check-up, the doctor informed them that there was less than the required amount of fluid in the placenta for the baby. Worry clouded Nancy’s face as she clutched Gagnish’s hand tightly, her voice trembling as she asked, "What can we do to fix it?"
The doctor calmly explained the solution — five shots of amino acids to help support the baby’s growth and well-being. Though fear lingered in the room like a shadow, Nancy and Gagnish clung to hope, ready to do whatever it took to protect their little one.
After undergoing all five shots, Nancy went for another scan, hoping for good news. But the results showed that the fluid levels were still low. The doctor gently advised them that it would be safest to go for an early delivery through a C-section.
Hearing this, Nancy felt a wave of nervousness wash over her. Was the baby ready? Was she ready? She clutched her belly, fear creeping into her heart. But Gagnish, ever her anchor, held her close, whispered reassuring words, and reminded her of the strength she carried within.
The next morning, hand in hand and hearts steady, they walked into the hospital, ready to meet the little soul they had been dreaming of for months.
As Nancy lay on the operation table, she was a bundle of emotions — nervous, excited, overwhelmed with the thought of finally meeting her baby. Her heartbeat raced wildly, faster than she had ever felt before. The doctors gently administered anaesthesia, and soon the surgery began.
Moments later, amidst the bright lights and quiet hum of the operating room, she heard it — a tiny, powerful cry that filled the air and touched her soul. Her little prince had arrived.
Tears streamed down Nancy’s cheeks as she lay there, smiling through the haze of emotion. In that moment, she dreamed of the beautiful life ahead — a life woven with laughter, love, and endless memories with her husband and their precious child.
Nancy felt emotions she had never experienced before — a love so deep it almost hurt, a tenderness that filled every corner of her being. Sleepless nights and endless worries became her new reality, but she wouldn’t have traded them for anything in the world.
She spent countless hours rocking her little prince to sleep, feeling his tiny fingers curl around hers, listening to the soft rhythm of his breathing. It was a feeling beyond words, a bond that grew stronger with every heartbeat.
For both Nancy and Gagnish, every moment was magical — feeding their baby, giving him his tiny baths, dressing him in the softest clothes. It never felt like she had just met him; it felt as if he had been a part of her forever, as if their souls had known each other for lifetimes.
Their hearts, once two, now beat as three — a family stitched together with pure, unconditional love.
Nancy lovingly called her little prince Madan Gopal, a name that carried all the devotion and tenderness she felt. Every time she whispered it, it was like a soft prayer, a song of love meant only for him. To her, he wasn’t just her baby — he was her Madan Gopal, her little blessing from the heavens.