Climbing The Sky

53. Say hello to a mother

Warisha's POV

I closed my eyes, sobbing as the shrill cry of our baby filled the room.

"It's over, everything's fine, now calm down..." Alyan caressed my hair, repeating those words to soothe me. I was just sobbing miserably.

"Warisha, hey..heard that? Baby's crying. Warisha.." He tapped on my cheek. I nodded, trying to get a grip on myself.

Letting out a breathe which I was holding, I looked at Alyan who was looking down at me, smiling. The sign of the tension and anxiousness of last hour was barely visible on his face. He was literally beaming.

"Are you okay?" He asked, wiping my cheek.

"I want to hold my baby." I somehow managed to whisper, ignoring the mess my body was in.

"Thanks for letting me know that you're okay." He chuckled.

"Is the baby okay?" I asked, trying to see my baby who was with the doctor, crying miserably.

"As much as we see, yes." The doctor smiled.

"My baby is crying so much. Why don't they just hurry up?" I muttered anxiously. I held his arm to get a grip and peek when he glared at me, taking his arm off of my grip.

"I want to..."

"Patience." He kept his hand on my hair as my eyes were on my baby. These doctors seriously need to learn working fast.

Finally, she came beside me with my baby, wrapped in a towel. Wiping the tears which were constantly falling, I secured my arms around the little one whom she kept on my chest.

"Hi beautiful." I whispered, holding her tightly with my chest who just stopped crying, breathing heavily. Tears clouded my eyes as I held her, for the first time. After months of suffering, she was here.

Our daughter, our own little baby.

And the feeling, it is something I can't explain by words. A whirlpool of emotions was going on inside me. Tears after tears rolled down my cheeks. I was shaking and sniffling with my baby in my arms, safely snuggling.

I waited for this day for months. I woke up at nights, feeling my baby inside me but the thought of not being able to see her, to hold her made me impatient. From the day I got to know about our baby's presence, all I could think about was this day. Just the hope of this day made me patient throughout the suffering and pain of these months.

And now, she's in my arms, Alhamdulillah.

"It's fine..shh. See, ammis here. Don't cry." I slowly rubbed her back to calm her down as she was still whining.

"She's completely fine." Alyan said. I placed a kiss on her forehead, taking long time to admire my little angel.

"Are you fine?" Alyan again asked and I nodded. It's not the time to focus on me.

"You were right." I smiled, holding his hand. He bent down and placed a kiss on my forehead.

"It's not about me being right. It's about us having a healthy little baby." He said and I smiled, looking at our daughter.

We both were busy admiring the little one who just opened her eyes, trying to adjust in this new place. Her eyes were puffy, cheeks had a deep tint of red. Blood red lips were puckered upwards in a pout. She's so small, so delicate, it was like I was holding a bundle of cotton. Her adorable face made it nearly impossible to look away. I took one of her tiny hands around my finger and kissed at its back. Warm feeling filled my heart at her presence.