Sara got pregnant soon after we got married. She did not take pregnancy very well as she was tired all the time and was very moody. She did not like our traditional foods and mostly had no appetite. When she did, she would crave KFC. She started gaining weight quite rapidly and everyone thought it best to advise her to eat wisely. However, Sara ignored everyone’s advice.
After two months I decided to throw a big party to introduce my wife to my friends and family members. I planned a wonderful dinner party at the Address Hotel. It was a small function of 200 people. Sara chose a beautiful white wedding dress by Monique Lhullier from Frost in Palm Jumeira. The dress itself cost 40,000 dirhams minus the shoes and jewellery. I spent more than I planned but I did everything to please Sara. The dinner was superb and everyone enjoyed it. She looked amazing in the designer gown but of course a few nosy relatives asked if she was expecting, as there are no secrets in our community.
We settled very well in our new flat. Once she knew that she was going to have a girl she started painting the room pink and buying clothes, bed and toys. We had an argument on choosing the name of the baby, I wanted to name her Hessa after my grandmother but she wanted to name her Tamara. My sisters also liked the name Tamara so that is the name we ended up choosing.
Sara’s pregnancy turned out smoothly except in the last few months when she became diabetic. The doctor thought it would be best to have a C section. Her mother and aunt came over for the delivery so on the big day we went to City Hospital. Because she was having the baby by caesarean I was not allowed in the operating room buy as soon as I got the call telling me that I was a father I rushed to go see my little girl and I cannot express the joy I had when the nurse put the baby in my arms. She was quite red and started crying, I held her right ear and recited the athan and handed the baby back to the nurse.
My sisters and brothers were overjoyed with the birth of their first niece that they brought huge pink balloons and placed them outside the hospital room door, ans Patchi chocolates, edible fruit baskets were gifts for visitors.
My parents were very excited; they slaughtered a lamb and passed it to the poor. Tamara was their first grandchild. They bought everything for the baby I hardly did any shopping. Sara came out of the hospital five days later and when we went home, our apartment was decorated with large pink balloons and had a loads of presents for Tamara.
Life was not the same for us any more we had sleepless nights, it was very exhausting. Her mother helped her in bathing the baby and baby-sitting in the day as she had to sleep throughout the night because she was on some sort of medication. Though they never told me I suspected the mother was suffering from depression was on antidepressant drugs. My relationship with my mother-in-law was civil but to be honest I did not really like her that much. I felt she was a bad influence on Sara. Before her mother came Sara did not mind if my sister borrowed her car yet when her mother was here it was a big issue .She told me she did not like to lend her car to anyone and that I always thought of my family first. I was surprised, I could not believe that she would act this way after all my family loved her and were always willing to do a lot for her. I was praying her mother would leave soon; I didn’t want us to fight anymore. It was a great relief to see her go, it’s not right to say that about your mother-in-law but that is how I felt. Her aunt was very sweet and I really liked her, I didn’t mind her coming to visit us again but the less I see of the mother the better.
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