I am a proud and a happy dad but I am no hero. Actually I’m a side hero. I am the Circuit and not Munna. My wife is Munna!
A lot has been penned about motherhood and a woman’s promenade from pregnancy to eventually nurturing the nurslings into strong individuals. What this world seldom speaks about is “fatherhood”. What a man endures as the husband of a pregnant wife. The role is extremely important but the lion’s share goes to the mother and the male becomes the subservient “side hero”.
Now there are no arguments about the fact that the woman goes through a helluva lot during her pregnancy. Be that as it may, it is also important to be cognizant of a mans trial during his wife’s pregnancy.
Just a few weeks back my wife was in labour. She was in tremendous pain and was standing against the wall. I was standing right behind her in an inconvenient stance, trying to rub her back. After her 3 hour ordeal, the baby was delivered and suddenly my wife had no pain. She had this little cherub in her arms and she couldn’t stop smiling. I was so happy to witness this miracle of life. My wife was brave to give natural birth to a baby. I was so proud of this magnificent woman! My wife!
Then something struck me. I felt this terrible throbbing pain in my back and this pain had not reduced one ounce when the baby came out. So there I was a proud father with a smiling face, impassioned heart, a sense of achievement and a whopping backache. Quite a mixed bag of emotions. Only a man would know this. I was so proud of myself and all those fathers who stand by their wives during labour. It’s our labour too. If the wives are the heroes then we are the unsung heroes. Cheers to all dads.
As the second Innings of parenthood is set in motion, both Munna and Circuit start playing respective roles in nurturing the babies. Our first-born is 3 and a half years old and now we have one that’s only 20 days old. Yet again, a lot has been documented about breastfeeding. But what about the “burping” I don’t think burping has received its fair share of the limelight. Every time a baby feeds, it has to be carried in a particular fashion so that the baby burps, which is essential otherwise the baby is in discomfort. Mother breast feeds and the father carries the baby till it burps. Which could be anywhere between 5-20 mins. Poor “Burping” is completely overshadowed by “breastfeeding”. A baby has to be fed 10 times a day, but ladies and gentlemen a baby also has to burp 10 times a day. And who takes care of that! Yup it’s the dad a.k.a “The Side Hero”
I share a deep bond with my older daughter and we spend a lot of time together. We have our share of walks, dances, gags and escapades but the moment she is hungry or sleepy, I don’t exist anymore. She only wants her Mom. I keep making barren attempts to interfere in the this biological mother-daughter bond but nothing works. Suddenly reality knocks me over, I’m just “Circuit”. Then Munna takes over and she gives my daughter that jadu ki jhappi and puts her to sleep and ME?!…boss I have to maintain minimum 1 foot distance.
Hugs and kisses come down in buckets upon the hero and once in a while if I am lucky I might get one random kiss or a hug. All this has made me a conniving schemer. Let me give you an example. My daughter Savannah prefers to be carried around every time we hang out together or go on long nature walks. I have tricked her into this little act that each time we cross the road and she sees a car approaching us, she should hug me tight and now she does that habitually.She gives me a nice warm and tight hug whenever we cross the road. So I keep crossing the road as often as I can ! Hey don’t judge me, I need my hugs! It’s funny, the sight of a grown man repeatedly springing across the road with a kid in his arms. But trust me those are the best ten minutes of my day.
There are many such tricks that I have devised to make her spend more time with me and all this has made me damn creative.I believe someday this will be my ticket to my big break as the main hero. Or maybe not.Who knows!? But for now the main hero of this story is my real life heroine. Doesn’t that make me a HERO ! I can live with that.