<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792</id><updated>2011-10-06T08:29:54.542-07:00</updated><category term='parents'/><category term='birth'/><category term='talk'/><title type='text'>Sonny Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>Viewing my son's life through my eyes.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988390811396242179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4598/2030/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792.post-4206976011158001281</id><published>2011-02-05T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T05:29:52.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talk'/><title type='text'>Sentences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sonny has now learned to form sentences. Some tit bits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me: Ayyo... I am having a terrible back pain.. don't know why (I sit on the stool, and there is a bag behind me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sonny: (Thinking that because of the bag I have back pain) yaake? Amma Abbu...? oooohoooo! And hits the bag!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me: Kanna, why do you always want to play with kitchen utensils? Why can't you play with normal toys? You always spread everything...blah..blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sonny: (Interrupts in-between) Amma.... peeashe... Saaku! (Meaning stop your gyan :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Me: (Getting ready to go to office)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sonny: Amma... Beda... Gabbu... (He does not like the dress I am wearing! He says its yukkk.. !!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Children really grow fast. And mine is no exception. Its a treat to see him everyday come up with a new thing. Most of the times its NOT the things that we teach... but the things that we don't want them to learn is what they pick up faster ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;When we (me and my sis) were kids, everybody used to appreciate us for our behavior. We ofcourse did not realize the worth of that praise. But today looking back if I am able to instill half the values which my mom had instilled in us in my son then I can consider myself to be a successful mother :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280170672079044792-4206976011158001281?l=sonnytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4206976011158001281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2011/02/sentences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/4206976011158001281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/4206976011158001281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2011/02/sentences.html' title='Sentences'/><author><name>Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988390811396242179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4598/2030/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792.post-1196504395116629893</id><published>2011-01-07T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T09:58:31.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do we have children?&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are they our  future insurance?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are they  stress-busters?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are they play-mates?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are they a status symbol?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think any parent these days will say NO to all of these.. think again. Somehow directly or indirectly the answer to one of these questions will be YES. Unfortunate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280170672079044792-1196504395116629893?l=sonnytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1196504395116629893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/1196504395116629893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/1196504395116629893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2011/01/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988390811396242179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4598/2030/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792.post-1447216471161265821</id><published>2010-12-20T09:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T10:01:46.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My grown up man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know I have not done justice to this blog. I have hardly posted. Sonny is 1.8 years old now. He sure has grown up :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was waiting for him to start talking the moment he was born! And now finally my wait is over. He talks NON-STOP! though its all only one syllable words till now :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The best part of children (yes he is not longer a baby now) is that they will imitate what you DON'T want them to and they will NEVER do what you want them to do. I am sure all parents will agree with me on this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;R has now grown into a cute little man. He has now learnt to tell me when he has to pee which itself is a major achievement for me ;-) Otherwise our washing machine used to run atleast twice a day with his su-su clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is still quite shy about going to others. If I take him and go out with any of my friends he refuses to get down lest they take him away with them :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He is not too fussy about food (touch wood) but has now learnt to demand! He specifically says whether he wants to eat rice or chapathi. Try giving him anything other than what he has asked for....!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He has also now learnt to play by himself. He goes around in his cycle... can play with soft-toys all by himself for a while.. keeps talking to himself also in a language understandable only to him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From a 4th month old with almost no interaction to a 1.8 year old boy, R sure has grown more cuter :) He sure is a stress buster. No amount of work or tension at office can make me not to play with him. He is a bundle of joy and I love him a lot :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280170672079044792-1447216471161265821?l=sonnytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/feeds/1447216471161265821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-grown-up-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/1447216471161265821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/1447216471161265821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-grown-up-man.html' title='My grown up man'/><author><name>Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988390811396242179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4598/2030/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792.post-5007623344807513196</id><published>2009-06-13T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:54:54.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Sonny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Babies.. who can understand them? Most of them behave the same way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;upto&lt;/span&gt; a certain age and yet each one is unique in its own way. Here are some unique things about my son. I am sure some other babies may also have these characteristics, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; I haven't seen any other baby with these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;He likes to be left alone before he sleeps. No amount of rocking/cuddling/singing puts him to sleep. Just leave him alone and he will drift off to sleep provided his stomach is full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;He makes a weird face when he is about to pee or poop, its almost like a warning if you are carrying him without a rubber-sheet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;He sleeps next to me in the night. So when he gets hungry he just makes a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unhuh&lt;/span&gt;" sound and looks at me intently... waits for 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; for me to get up. If I don't he again makes that sound and looks at me... this can go on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; for half an hour... after that only he starts crying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;He is very very fond of sleeping in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;somebody's&lt;/span&gt; lap... so much so that he doesn't mind not having a feed as well! He is the first baby I have seen who doesn't cry when he is hungry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;He easily drifts to sleep if there is some noise around, like music playing or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt; running or even somebody talking! But just try and put him to sleep when there is pin-drop silence... not possible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;Most babies that I have seen kind of get very irritated when you are dressing them up. But my sonny.. no.. he nicely lets you do whatever you want to do with him :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;I am sure there will be more to come later.. but as of now this is what it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280170672079044792-5007623344807513196?l=sonnytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/feeds/5007623344807513196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-sonny.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/5007623344807513196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/5007623344807513196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/introducing-sonny.html' title='Introducing Sonny'/><author><name>Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988390811396242179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4598/2030/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792.post-4690977961585747025</id><published>2009-06-10T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:11:57.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life has changed in many ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never thought I could be with one person 24 hours in a day and never get enough of it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I never in my wildest dreams imagined that I would be interested in somebody's "poop" so much! Everytime he poops, I check the smell, the color, the texture etc etc and hit the net even if I see a slightest difference!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If he is silent I wonder if thats ok.. if he cries I wonder if thats ok.. if he plays for too long a time and does not sleep I wonder if thats ok.. if he sleeps for more than 2 hours then also I wonder if thats ok... basically I keep wondering all the time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Initially I was being over protective.. never let my mom to change even his nappy... now have finally got over it ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish sometimes he was a girl though... :-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My daily itenary revolves around his feeding time. Each of my tasks have to be completed in the 2 hour breaks I get inbetween feeding him. Take bath, sleep, eat, read, surf the net.. even my loo breaks!... everything has to be in these 2 hour breaks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always wonder if he was actually inside me? This little thing? Is he actually my son? Am I a mom already?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When he was born, I kept wondering when he will be a month old... when he was a month old.. I was expecting when he would be 2 months old... Now finally when he is 2 months old I keep thinking when he will be 6 months old so that I can carry him and go around town ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My whole day is a snooze-feed-clean cycle!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;More than anything else, I love his hands and legs.. for that matter I love any baby's hands and legs.. They are simply minute and utterly cute!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5280170672079044792-4690977961585747025?l=sonnytales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/feeds/4690977961585747025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-has-changed-in-many-ways.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/4690977961585747025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5280170672079044792/posts/default/4690977961585747025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonnytales.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-has-changed-in-many-ways.html' title='Life has changed in many ways'/><author><name>Shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08988390811396242179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4598/2030/1600/Me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5280170672079044792.post-7726764868052137991</id><published>2009-06-09T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T10:35:31.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><title type='text'>The first day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;After waiting anxiously for almost a month (we do tend to get a bit gittery from the 8th month) finally he decided to arrive on 7th of April. The pain started early in the morning around 7am. But I didn't realise that it was "the" pain. I thought it was one of those "Braxton Hicks" contractions and since anywayI was due for a doc visit the same day, I decided to take it easy. But by the time I went to the doc at around 10am things were worse, meaning the pain had really increased. The doc did a check-up and was quite surprised, 'coz according to her I was already 10% into labor and surprisingly not screaming as people generally do ;-). Before that they did a scan and figured that a normal delivery would be difficult becasue his head was not in the right position. He had lifted it up and was trying to come out chin first which is not exactly an easy thing to do. Neither for him nor for me!&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing much to do except wait for him to turn his face by himself, so I was in the labour room staring at infinity and enduring the pain. Nobody was allowed inside as yet so it was all the more miserable. Finally at 3pm the doc checked again but sonny had not budged. He had decided that his chin would be the first thing to see the world ;-)&lt;br /&gt;At this time his pulse rate was coming down so was my water level, so the doc decided that it was time for a c-section. I was moved to the OT. I could get a glimpse of my family now.. my husband, my sister and my mil... all anxiously waiting. My mom was on her way from Mysore to Bangalore was equally anxious and getting minute by minute updates from my sis over the phone ;-)&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ready, and just before giving the aneastesia, my doc again tried to move the baby to the normal position, so that I can have a normal delivery.. but unfortunately he was so stuborn he refused to put his head down!&lt;br /&gt;Then the normal proceedings of an operation went on... When the moment came, and he was pulled out of me.. I felt as though air has been sucked out of my body. And lo and behold he was born! The light of my eye and darling of my life :-)&lt;br /&gt;I never had imagined that a baby's cry would be so soothing. I was so overcome with emotion.. I could see him being cleaned by the pediatric and I kept asking "Is he ok? is he ok?". Ofcourse the doc gave a green signal of all was well. He had 2 bruises in his face.. one on his nose and one on his eye.. this was because he had hit himself to my pelvic bones when he was trying to come chin first! Thank god it was only a small bruise which went off after some days! I wonder what would have happened if he had hit more hard :-(&lt;br /&gt;The hospital folk took some pics of me with him and he was taken out into the real world! I was put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;He was first handed over to my husband and later on I heard from my sis that he was so overcome with joy that he started crying for the first time in his life!&lt;br /&gt;So thats how our bundle of joy came into this beautiful world.&lt;br /&gt;He is 2 months old today and he has slowly started to recognise people and gives a smile when he wishes to. Its a treat to see him smile and it makes me smile everytime he does that!&lt;br /&gt;Sonny, I will do whatever I can to let that smile be on your face forever! 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