The song ‘I knew I loved you before I met you’ by Savage garden has some of the cheesiest lyrics of the past century. As a teenager, I always thought ‘really, would I believe these words in real life?’
As I started to write this piece though, I realised that I did indeed love this being before I met her, in fact, from the very first moment I knew she was coming into the world- our love story began 🙂
For nine months, this precious jewel was ‘carried’ around by her mommy. I have a ‘few’ things to say this little one.
I have a not so short tale with details about the journey thus far. You better learn to read by the time you are three. We plan on having you speak at least two other International languages so perhaps your reply to this shall be in French. Oui?
Your mommy is the life of the party you know, and even when she was rocking her bump, she made sure to rock the parties too. She was always the one suggesting where we should go and what to do while everyone was thinking “Shouldn’t you be resting.” We even went to one of her favourite places, Bule island and took part in some pretty daring activities. Of course my heart was somewhere in my foot but I had to force smiles and scream ‘yaay.’ Nonetheless it was a lot of fun.
When you grow older, we shall surely visit so you can enjoy the breeze and later take part.
When we went for the scans, I longed for the part when your heartbeat was on ‘loud speaker’ then grinned like a kid at Disney World. I even got my very own autographed picture of you at about 5 months, to say I had fomo would be an understatement.
As for the day I found out you were a girl, hehe, let’s just the hospital almost called security- sheer excitement!
Random Side note: Mommy has OCD and I can’t help with that because it is contagious so oba we accept early enough and deal with it? Deal?
Fast forward to your baby shower at the beginning on this month. See your mummy looking radiant, special food plus cake and excited aunts 🙂 It was a good day, and it was all in your honour. Stars are born or made or… I don’t even know where I am going with this but, you will understand the randomness with time.
Your arrival was slated for Sunday March 16th, it was for sleeping with phone volume on 100 and practicing calm responses each time I got a call from your mom, but alas, you were nowhere to be seen. It was so bad that I even visited her twice during that week and she was just ‘chilling.’ I guess you were also chilling 😛
We accepted that you were planning a grand entrance and pretended to go on with our lives. Meanwhile your poor mother was getting messages of ‘anything yet’ constantly. The pressure was killing her. The ‘sharp ones’ decided to stalk other ‘sources’ for the info. Hihi, it was hilarious.
My system decided to slowly crash and I carried around a migraine for 96 hours prior to your birth. I made a mistake and told your mom so even when the labour pains began, she said nothing. We would text and talk like everything was ‘normal.’
Sadly for her, I am an afande (story for another day) and was soon in on it.
Friday 21st March is when she was finally admitted at the hospital and I had to stalk your aunt Damalie for updates. Poor girl was also far from the hospital but she knew a guy who knew a guy who was the doctor 🙂 (another story we shall happily expound on)
When I finally sent your mummy a text I asked only one thing, that you wait till Saturday when I can be present. After planning to hold her hand through labour, how could I miss it? No please.
She barely slept that night, I was also there in between prayer, anxiety and excitement and before dawn arrived, I was up and ready to start my walk to hospital. Yes, you were born five minutes away from my home 🙂 These are destiny things 😉
Your mummy was in pain but I mastered the art of calmness. What my heart was going through, only God knows.
We had long awkward silences. At about 10 a.m the nurses said she was going to the theatre, asked me to get your clothes together. They later returned them ‘mbu we gave them a whole shop.’ smh
We said a prayer and then waited and waited and waited. The doctor finally came at 12.00 p.m and took your mommy in. That moment was pretty emotional for me but never to break (I practiced for this day)
I kept getting up each time a nurse came out carrying a baby, including a set of twins. The doctors told me to sit still. “How can you stand up after seeing a nurse in pink yet the one who went for your baby is wearing white?” I had to be fine.
The way your birth was being anticipated meanwhile, I was getting messages of ‘uh huh, any news?’ even from the diaspora.
Eventually the nurse came back to get your first clothes, socks and gloves and I knew it would only be a matter of minutes before I saw you. She obviously took forever but you were worth the wait!
It felt like hours but a little after 12.30 you were brought…to me!!! *shriek*When I held your not so little body (3.4kg) in my arms, the world became still for a moment. You were(are) so beautiful and peaceful and and…..sigh.
I asked about your mommy and the nurse said she would come out.
I handed you to one of your many grannies and she too was amazed. So we just sat and stared at you while complaining about your mum’s delay.
Eventually she came but was still drugged so we had to wait a little longer before unveiling her miracle.
When she awoke, the first thing she said was “Is she hot?” We burst into laughter and I knew in that instant, a wonderful story had began.
The first time she held you brought tears to my eyes, it was simply magical!
The bond between mother and daughter is surely the most amazing of them all.
Here we are, 8 days after your birth and I still think about you everyday. As for your mommy, you are without a doubt the best gift she has ever had.
Now let as talk about your names (coughs)
Estella Athena Karungi- Spanish origin, then Greek, then Ugandan 😉
Do we have to spell out that Estella is a version of Esther? No? Okay moving on…
Together, your names mean “A beautiful goddess – a star.” What more can we say?
Here is to years of watching you become the star that you were born to be.
We shall keep your photo for when Times or Forbes asks. People should visit and see the ‘live copy’ 😉
Much love from mommy, the endless queue of potential God parents, aunts and uncles.
Also, welcome to the 40-40 family 😉