Julius Caesar & the birth of my baby boy…

On September 06, 2005 around 11.45p I got the first call confirming that my wife, back in India is starting to experience the pain – labor pain. It was an hour past of September 07, 2005 when I heard she has been admitted in to the hospital. I didn’t sleep the whole night, was always on the phone trying to get a blow-by-blow account of what is happening in the hospital. For the first time I played or at least tried playing an expectant father.

At 7.00a on September 07, 2005 as I was leaving Sharjah for office the wife was still at the hospital, still in her early stages of pain, they were talking jargons in inches and centimeters. When I managed to speak to them next, 9.00a the news was that the wife had just been carried in to the operation theatre. She developed some complication and the kid was finding it difficult inside, there was a dip in the kid’s heartbeat, which necessitated a caesarian.

It was about 9.45 in Dubai when I was congratulated by my pop in law on becoming a father. A son was born. I heard the mother and the kid were doing well. Now I had to book my tickets back to India to see my boy in person.

Julius Caesar was the first human born out of a caesarian operation, I was one of the next many that followed and now my son is another.

Join me welcoming my son to mother earth and wish him a great stay here.