Friday, December 26, 2014

Thank you!

This year, I would like to thank the underpaid Chinese manufacturing workers - the real Santa's elves - for their unrecognized hard work in producing majority of the products my kids asked Santa to bring them. I would also like to thank the never-before-included-or-mentioned sailors on transoceanic merchant ships - the real reindeer - for delivering the said goods to our stores. I would also like to wholeheartedly thank us, the parents, grandparents and the like - the real Santa Claus - for indulging in the fantasy and enabling our childrens imagination to run wild and run our hard earned money right out of our pockets. An all for the sake of getting the best Christmas present of all - our children's smiling, lit-up faces and unrestrained joy they radiate when they open the presents on Christmas morning. “For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when its mighty Founder was a child Himself.” 

“God bless us, every one!”

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Nothing good comes easily

At this exact time a year ago, I was lying in a delivery room bed, hooked on a few of IV lines and blissfully void of pain. One was pushing antibiotics into my bloodstream which, at first, gave me a terrible itching sensation on my forehead and in the back of my neck, and made me and my doctor realize for the first time I had a syndrome with very unfortunate name of "red man" a.k.a. "red neck". Apparently, that particular "flavor" of antibiotics doesn't sit well with some of us who are obliged to take it. It's "to die of" (In extreme cases)!
The other was pumping the love hormone into my body which "plays a crucial part in enabling us to not just forge and strengthen our social relations, but in helping us to stave off a number of psychological and physiological problems as well [... and] is proving to be a crucial ingredient to what makes us human" (to learn more about why oxytocin "is simply the most incredible molecule on the planet", visit:, but which also produces some serious side-effects when overdosed - namely, huge powerful contractions. Men, don't say no one warned you if you decide to try the nasal spray!
The third IV was giving me the stuff that would make me forget the first two. I just had to press the button. The road to Nirvana is paved with epidural.

And finally, after 20 hours in delivery and many out-of-this-world moments and unbelievable coincidences, our baby boy was born adding to our blessings. But what is striking to me the most is that out of five deliveries, four of which resulted in live births, I remember this one most vividly and to the greatest level of detail. It was magical for so many remarkable reasons (and I promise you that epidural is NOT one of them!).

Happy first birthday, my love! May God grant you many blessed years and a fulfilling life.