I am coming into the privacy of my parents. I know this entry will be a happy as well as horrible moment to them. I heard several times mom telling that she had a bet with her doctor that she would get a baby girl and doctor said a baby boy and even the doctor asked for the name of the new born. My dad decided my name, Isha, when I was 3 months old in my mom’s womb.

 

 

 

I am born on 26th Jan, 2004 in ADK hospital in Maldives. It was a Monday around 6.45 P.M. In this snap I am just 8 days old and not only that this is my first snap ever taken after my birth.

 

 

 

Poor poor silly girl.  If you closely look at my snap you can see me having a bandage in my hand. I was born with an infection in my lungs. The doctor prescribed for antibiotics for 6 days.

 

 

 

For one month after I was born I was busy with sleeping and drinking milk. Normally I slept through out the day and I woke up when mom starts to sleep. Mom still says she used to sit and sleep by feeding me through out the night. I don’t think that I was a bit horrible baby.

 

 

 

I was very good at crying in order to get my needs fulfilled, even now. But my mom is adamant that she does not do anything until I stop crying. I think every child is the same when they are born.

 

 

 

 

After all, I was a pleasant and lively child.