When Life Had Different Plans for Me
After my marriage, I wanted to do a job and build my career. I was not thinking about having a child at that time. I had many dreams and plans for my future. But life, and maybe God, had a different plan for me.
One day, I went to the hospital with my husband for his X-ray. For a few days, I was feeling very low and tired. My husband noticed this and asked me to go for a checkup as well. When the doctor examined me, she suggested a few tests, including a pregnancy test. I agreed, without expecting anything.
After about half an hour, the reports came. I was completely shocked. I was one month pregnant. I could not understand anything at that moment. My mind went blank, and I stood there silently, trying to process the news.
I went near the X-ray room and called my husband with a small gesture. When he came to me, I handed him the report and started crying uncontrollably. At that moment, I felt like my career and my entire future were slipping away. I believed I would not be able to achieve anything in life anymore.
Seeing my condition, my husband spoke to me with so much love and patience. He comforted me and made me feel safe. That moment, filled with tears and fear, slowly became the beginning of a new journey—my journey from pregnancy to motherhood
When Pregnancy Taught Me the Meaning of Separation
After five months of my pregnancy, my husband had to leave me at my in-laws’ house and return to Mohali for his work. He is an IT professional, and because of his job responsibilities, he could not keep me with him at that time. Even though the decision was practical, it was extremely painful for me. I felt sad, upset, and emotionally broken. I was pregnant and did not want to live without him. My in-laws were with me and took care of me, but my heart wanted only my husband.
Living without him during my pregnancy felt incomplete. I missed him every single day and often wondered why life had put us in this situation. Even while being surrounded by family, I felt lonely. I kept thinking that if my husband were with me, we would have shared every small moment of this pregnancy together—feeling the baby’s movements, talking about the future, and dreaming as parents. I experienced these moments alone, and it hurt deeply.
My husband also missed these moments a lot, but he was helpless. He had many responsibilities on his shoulders. Together, we decided that my delivery would take place near my village at my in-laws’ home. He used to visit us every week or sometimes after two weeks. His arrival always filled me with happiness. When he was around, I felt alive again, as if my feet could not touch the ground because of joy. Even our baby seemed happy, responding to his father’s voice.
But when he had to leave the next day, my heart would break again. I cried a lot and felt empty. Many times, I asked him to take me along with him, but he always smiled and said, “We will go together—not just the two of us, but all three.” Every time, the same cycle repeated: I cried, he comforted me, and then he had to leave.
Slowly, the days passed, and the time for delivery came closer. That phase of my life was filled with love, pain, patience, and emotional strength. I will share what happened next in my motherhood journey—my delivery and the beginning of motherhood—in my next post
🔙 Go back and read my first post:Life Lessons from My Motherhood Journey.
