I awaited your coming, alone on a bench, praying you and your mother would pull through inside that Theatre where you were born, that wet June morning. The midwife brought you out and my eyes fell upon you, you were as tiny as small can be, your eyes sparkled like an emerald, my little jewel draped in whites.
You were so nimble and tender, they wouldn't let me hold you, it hurts me so, but knowing we'd have a lifetime together gave me comfort. You were moved into a sterile room where you'd spend your first few months in incubation. I came to see you after tending your mother, who after giving birth to you was unwell. You were lying there waving your arms and kicking your legs, with eyes that seem to beckon me. I couldn't stay long with you because Men weren't allowed much, but being your father I always came in even if those senile people told me not to...I always was by your side. Washing your drapes was fun, I'd wash as fast as you can soil them, I'd put them out in the sun and watched for the rain, cause I know wet clothes aren't comfortable.
Just a few weeks after you were here, one night you choked and turned blue, your mom and I panicked so much but you were in good hands and in Almighty's grace you were fine. That night I realized how much more you meant to me, My Love, My Nadia.
(Nadia means Hope, your Grandpa gave you that beautiful name. Nadia has 14 variant forms: Nada, Nadege, Nadejda, Nadezhda, Nadie, Nadija, Nadiya, Nadja, Nady, Nadya, Nadyenka, Nadzia, Nata and Natka.)
You were so nimble and tender, they wouldn't let me hold you, it hurts me so, but knowing we'd have a lifetime together gave me comfort. You were moved into a sterile room where you'd spend your first few months in incubation. I came to see you after tending your mother, who after giving birth to you was unwell. You were lying there waving your arms and kicking your legs, with eyes that seem to beckon me. I couldn't stay long with you because Men weren't allowed much, but being your father I always came in even if those senile people told me not to...I always was by your side. Washing your drapes was fun, I'd wash as fast as you can soil them, I'd put them out in the sun and watched for the rain, cause I know wet clothes aren't comfortable.
Just a few weeks after you were here, one night you choked and turned blue, your mom and I panicked so much but you were in good hands and in Almighty's grace you were fine. That night I realized how much more you meant to me, My Love, My Nadia.
(Nadia means Hope, your Grandpa gave you that beautiful name. Nadia has 14 variant forms: Nada, Nadege, Nadejda, Nadezhda, Nadie, Nadija, Nadiya, Nadja, Nady, Nadya, Nadyenka, Nadzia, Nata and Natka.)
Your Mother and I waited 2 months for you to gain two kilograms from 1.25 kgs, until we could take you home.Yes, You came home one fine day in August, how happy we all were...I for one reason thanked God, cause I know how grueling it was for you in that hospital. Everyday I'd look upon you and know deep in my heart how blessed I am to have a beautiful daughter like you, My Nanu!
I remember you first babble, your sweet little smile, what a warm feeling it was and still is to hear your shrieks and laughter. A lump still wells up in my throat whenever I think back at the time when I first heard you call me "Apa", I still can't describe my feelings my love it was all that much amazing.
You grow so fast and I am missing out a lot on you, because I have to watch you from the sideline, the reason you'd not understand now, but when you will ask me I will let you know. But, whenever I see you and hear your babbles and when you call me 'Apa', all my pain disappears.
You are quite yet very very active and playful; you'd not leave things alone wonder where you get all that energy from. I get very worried and lost my sleep whenever you get sick, when I am away, It brings tears to my eyes, whenever I look back to how you were and what you've become. I love you so much.
Now it’s already a year to the day that I waited your becoming alone in the waiting room, knowing with you my daughter I'd never be alone again.
God bless you on your First B'day my love. Happy Birthday.
I long for the day when we'd sit by the window, you in my arms, and read you stories, hold your hand and walk through the worlds we'd have created in our minds, my dove, I'd wait for the day when you'd teach me thing I wouldn't have known and you telling me about the wonders of our lives, all that while you’d lean on my chest, hearts beating together and we’d both listen to the stories little birds sings in the air.
I remember you first babble, your sweet little smile, what a warm feeling it was and still is to hear your shrieks and laughter. A lump still wells up in my throat whenever I think back at the time when I first heard you call me "Apa", I still can't describe my feelings my love it was all that much amazing.
You grow so fast and I am missing out a lot on you, because I have to watch you from the sideline, the reason you'd not understand now, but when you will ask me I will let you know. But, whenever I see you and hear your babbles and when you call me 'Apa', all my pain disappears.
You are quite yet very very active and playful; you'd not leave things alone wonder where you get all that energy from. I get very worried and lost my sleep whenever you get sick, when I am away, It brings tears to my eyes, whenever I look back to how you were and what you've become. I love you so much.
Now it’s already a year to the day that I waited your becoming alone in the waiting room, knowing with you my daughter I'd never be alone again.
God bless you on your First B'day my love. Happy Birthday.
I long for the day when we'd sit by the window, you in my arms, and read you stories, hold your hand and walk through the worlds we'd have created in our minds, my dove, I'd wait for the day when you'd teach me thing I wouldn't have known and you telling me about the wonders of our lives, all that while you’d lean on my chest, hearts beating together and we’d both listen to the stories little birds sings in the air.
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