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I am Aryan Shehtanu and I have finally arrived. On the 11th of March, just two days shy of the 11th wedding anniversary of my parents, I made my appearance out of my mother’s womb and straight onto her chest for some essential skin-to-skin. Boy that was hell of a long journey of 40 weeks or so in my mummy’s tummy, but I must say that I was taken care of very well. Now that I have breathed my first in this world, I want to introduce myself to you and share with you the experience of my birth and the subsequent exciting few days.

 

As soon as I popped out of my mummy’s tummy at 3.24pm in the afternoon of 11th March at St. Mary’s Hospital at Paddington, London , I was crying like crazy. It was mostly because of the fact that I was already missing my cosy nest of last 40 weeks in my mother’s womb. Then this planet of yours was astonishingly too bright for me. And yes, I was frantically searching for my mother so my crying was very much justified.

 

Aryan's Birth Story

Still coming to terms with the feeling of landing safely, soon I saw my father approaching me with a pair of scissors for cutting my umbilical cord. My lifeline of last 40 weeks, my only physical connection between my body and that of my Maa’s – I wondered why this man I will call Daddy was so eager to snap that link known as the umbilical cord?

Aryan's Birth Story

I got lightly wiped by the midwives around and they put me on a weighing scale. I weighed some 3.44 kg and I wanted to ask them what was my luggage allowance? I didn’t have any carry on or hand luggage even, just me not even wearing any clothes to be very precise. Then they put me on my Maa’s chest and boy wasn’t she beautiful? I could barely open my eyes and all I could see was her beautiful and big eyes gazing at me with so much love, all I could hear was her voice calling my name, ‘Aryan, I love you, Aryan Shona…… you are so gorgeous!’. I thought “So! This is the woman who used to speak to me, sing to me and carry me everywhere inside her?” Honestly I was crying because I was so nervous in this new environment you call the World, but when I put my head on Maa’s chest, her warmth and her heart-beats calmed me down.

Aryan's Birth Story

Aryan's Birth Story

We had to stay in the hospital for a couple of nights and boy was that crazy! I was simply annoyed at the crying of other passengers like me who landed on this planet around same time as me with their own carriers they will call mom. I thought I was travelling in a child-free business class as a privileged passenger, but I was just so irked to hear other babies cry and disrupt my snooze.

Aryan's Birth Story

One of the greatest things that happened in my early days in this world was the arrival of Margarita auntie who is my Maa’s photographer of choice and rejoice too. So, within the 24 hours of my birth, I had my first professional photoshoot at the hospital. Maa changed my outfits a couple of times and Margarita auntie was very quick to capture some amazing photos of my face, my hands, feet and some sweet first moments with my parents. Still drowsy from my jetlag perhaps, I could still manage to hold onto their big fingers with my tiny ones. I could do a nose to nose with my Maa and my Daddy held pretty much my entire body in his one arm – wow!

Aryan's Birth StoryAryan's Birth Story

Aryan's Birth Story

I was so much looking forward to leaving the hospital and return to the place they call ‘home’. Coincidentally, it was 13th March- my parents’ wedding anniversary when 3 of us got discharged from the hospital and it was time to go home for the first time for me. When the moment arrived, my Maa made me wear my Ralph Lauren onesie as my home-coming attire. Tucked nicely in the car-seat and all warmed up in a ‘hello’ hat, I looked back briefly at the Cambridge Wing of the St. Mary’s Hospital at Paddington while my parents held me and swayed me back and forth while I made this transition from the hospital straight to the real world and into the city I was born in – London.

Aryan's Birth Story

So there you go! That’s me. My first ever ‘Hello World’ post. If you want to see me grow and enjoy every moment this life has to offer, instantly follow me now on Instagram @aryanshehtanu.

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