Irony hurts

I couldn’t be happier – Rani called just now to say that the doc informed her that the level of Billirubin has improved and Josh doesn’t need photo-therapy anymore.

I know you would ask, then what’s ironic?

I returned to Delhi in the evening. I cleaned the house; got ready for tomorrow; and then I realised there is nothing at home dinner. I went out to near-by restaurants. Guess what? Today is a festive day here and restaurants are full with families. In fact some of them are so full there was queue outside.

Isn’t it ironic that in the season that I’ve gotten my beautiful & lovely boy, I have to spend the festive day alone?

Higher Billirubin is a concern

Normal levels of Billirubin should be 11, but its 18 for Josh. So the body is little pale. Docs are providing photo-therapy and are monitoring the levels in blood every 24 hours.

I got to return to Delhi tomorrow. It isn’t a happy thought for two counts: (a) I got to leave Rani & Josh here and go; (b) I’ll be returning alone – my parents are going to Bangalore. My parents have been a tremendous support during this time.

Friends & Family, here I present Josh Garrett

Biblical tradition tells us that kid’s were named signifying a meaning to the family. Thats what names like Benjamin, Jesus, Solomon and host of others signify.

Its also a catholic tradition to have 3 names denoting the Christian trinity – Father, Son & Holy Spirit.

I’m following one & letting go of another. But hopefully am also starting another.

Old testament stories reveal that Moses brought the Israelites out of Egyptian slavery. Though he led them through the desert he didn’t lead them into the final destination. It was Joshua who led them into the promised land.

Have you ever moved into a new city and into new house. Its one thing to search for a house but its entirely another matter to settle comfortably in there. Thats the difference between Moses & Joshua.

I’ve come to believe that symbolic interpretations are better (and lot more practical) than literal ones. And talking of symbols, we – as a family – went through our times of slavery & walk-through-desert. But I believe that this birth will transform our family in a way to inherit our promises. So is the name Josh – a shorter version of Joshua.

As I mentioned in an earlier post, I consider its only fair to recognize the pain & the agony that a mother goes through. Is there a better way to do it than to name the kid with mother’s name? So comes the name ‘Garrett’, a derivative of Margerat. Garrett is a Germanic derivative of Gerard, which means ‘one who is with a spear’.

There you go my friends, here is my lovely boy – Josh Garrett.

Can you please open your eyes?

So small and sleeping all the time – thats how baby is. He opened his eyes only when his aunt – my sister, came along. Otherwise he is always sleeping. He smiles sometimes though – I read somewhere that babies dream, guess my son is dreaming sweet dreams. 🙂

I haven’t yet carried him. Both my mom & sister carried him. I don’t want to disturb the soft body too much.

I didn’t bring the laptop, so photos will be uploaded only after I reach Delhi, on Monday.

All roads & air lead to Coimbatore

I’m in a Jetlite flight enroute to Coimbatore from Delhi. We – dad, mom & I – are of course excited. Since he is the first grand child in family our enthusiasm is high.

Joy & Mady are driving via Salem to Coimbatore. Joy says she has loaded the trunk with gifts. I’m waiting to see all of Aunt’s gifts too.

We’ll be choosing a name this weekend. The naming ceremony may happen only in December though.