The first kick

Friday – 19’th June 2010 :
It was about 8.00 PM and a partially cloudy and pleasant day was almost to end and so was the week. My wife and me were sitting at home watching TV and dinner was still half cooked. All of a sudden, my wife ordered me to put my hand on her 7 months pregnant belly and for the first time in my life, I felt the little kick. Whether it was the hand or the leg that I felt, I don’t know. The feeling was heavenly.
I am sure the baby must have been happy too, as these initial days are the only days where you can actually kick your parents and they feel happy about it.
The discomfort that a lady goes through during pregnancy is unimaginable. I have seen it happening for the last 7 months. Vomits, mood swings, leg pains, hunger but not able to eat much and the list goes on. But that moment, when we both felt the little one kicking inside, all of them were forgotten and there were only smiles on the face. Little drops at the corner of the eyes that were confused – to come out or not to come, the light headed feeling and the joy in the hearts are feelings you rarely feel in life. That moment is etched in the memory like a monolith carving that stays for centuries.
Now that we have felt it kicking from the inside, we are waiting to feel the kick directly. Another 2 months away and the restlessness is growing each day. The hours at work go away so very quickly, but once we get home and realize there is going to be an addition soon, time ticks by at snail’s pace. Theory of Relativity I guess. Looks like it has its applications in day to day life and situations.
The elders say its all a matter of time. Days and months and years will pass. The baby will grow and have a baby of its own. But this first contact for a to be dad cannot be measured. It is like a photograph taken with added features of touch and feeling. It cannot be forgotten.