…..GHATTU!!!
At 8.27 p.m., in a mad rush after being 6 days late, Ghatotkachh B M, red, grimacing and all of 3.5 kilos, made his grand entry into the world.
Mommy J is doing fine, (she looked mighty relieved to me) , Daddy M’s face has split into a permanent grin, Grandmas and Grandpa are delighted in their sweet wise way, Aunty S has threatened to make tandoori kebabs out of him (already) and Aunty OJ has, among other things, tripped over her own feet, jumped until she jiggled and congratulated the gynecologist in her blubbering excitement.
Ghattu, of course, looked mighty pissed at our paparazziness, although we were granted an audience for a whole 3 minutes before he was whisked off for his first bath.
I have GOT to stop wanting to cry. The girl I met at 15 while standing in line to pay Junior College fees is a mommy now. That’s no reason to bawl. Is it?
Oh, and one last thing: those of you who know me personally know how badly I want girls if and when I have babies. After what I’m feeling now, not so much. Just give me an itty bitty cuddly wuddly cutie patootie ball of happy healthy squishyness and I’ll be bowing and scraping heavenward.
To my darling J, congratulations.
To the Lord, thank you for this biggest of birthdays.
To my uterus, shut up and await your turn.
Wisdom Wears Neon Pyjamas 
Hey there, OJ! JUst saw the announcement! Very excited for you and your friend. CONGRATULATIONS! Been waiting with bated breath for all of you and had to delurk…love the pic too! he is a lucky nephew!
“To my uterus, shut up and await your turn”…that made me giggle! I know the feeling..I have had similar conversations lately as my dearest friends show off their cuddlesome bundles of joys!
Congrats OJ, and all of Ghattu’s proud family!
Hurray, he’s here
Our Ghattu, the dear
We’re delirious for J
And her best buddy OJ
Come come, let’s ripple-effect the ring of good cheer!
Ghattu is one lucky guy, I can already tell, with so many people fussing over him. Congratulations to your friend and you!
And there’s nothing quite like a nice bawling session to express your joy 😉
the last line was hilarious!!! Congratulations to the proud parents and Aunty OJ.
🙂 squish him some more, from my side as well 🙂 Congrats Aunty OJ!!
he shall be your squishy and you shall call him squishy. squishy to be replaced with ghattu. congrats aunt oj
I feel happy for the parents and the grand-parents and uncles and aunties.
“Happiest are the days when babies come.” – Melanie Wilkes
Congratulations!! You post is so sweet and…well…squishy, it almost makes me want to have one. 🙂 Now I’m telling my uterus to shut up and await its turn. Heh.
Princess: Welcome. 🙂 Thank you for your wishes and for delurking.
Dipali: I’m hope you weren’t asleep when I messaged?
Aunty G: Biiiiiiiiiggggg hug.
D: I was on the phone with the Boy and the conversation went something like this:
OJ: I’m going to cry.
The Boy: Aww, baby, you don’t have to!
OJ: (bawling) Too late!
Sukanya: Thank you, Sukanya! It’s a happy feeling to see your name on my blog– because of my friend, remember?
Piper: He’s so little, I’m terrified. His feet are smaller than my palm!
MM: Nahiiiiin! You can’t take Ghattu away from me!
Dadoji: Hear, hear!
Anindita: They do get pesky sometimes, don’t they? Mine’s quite the nag.
Oh my, what a treat!
The 3-in-one musical beat
Lucky ole you
Deserve it too
If with the Boy, makes happiness complete!
Oh you soppy mushy girl you, get hold of yourself, shamelessly bawling like that….learn from me, I only cry at weddings, sometimes at birthdays and oh occasionally when babies are born, but then again I have been present at very few births…two to be precise…..
Mwah to Ghattu, he sounds so adorable and yes squishy squishy is just how I would describe them, what is even better, when they get to be five months old like my Ameya you can actually squish them and they squish you right back.
Hearty congratulations to the proud parents and the blubbering excited aunty-u-no-hoo 🙂
Aunty G: The Boy will be criss-crossing the continental United States right about then, but I’ll be thrilled regardless. 😉
Manju: The reason, Manjukins, that you and I are separated by a body of water, is the flood we’d cause, were we to bawl in harmony. 😛 Now when are you sending more pictures of Princess A?