The Real Story of Pregnancy Journey of thousands of girls

 

The Real Story of Pregnancy Journey of thousands of girls



The Real Story of Pregnancy Journey of thousands of girls
The Real Story of Pregnancy Journey of thousands of girls


When I was six months pregnant, my nun's eleven-year-old son suddenly punched me in the stomach and I went to bed later.

Palash came to the room and saw me in this condition and shouted a lot.

He rushed me to the doctor.

On that day, everyone smiled and said,

- So much? Didn't we have children?

From that day onwards, everyone seemed to be back.

I used to cry in secret when I heard this. I am the darling daughter of my parents. Arnas was only a second-year student when the marriage took place. I got pregnant in two months of marriage before I understood what family is.

I had low hemoglobin in the body from the beginning So the doctor gave me a lot of protein and bed rest. I got Palash as a shield from the beginning.

I don't know what happens to everyone during pregnancy. But I didn't like anything. I was scared all the time. Realizing this, someone said something.

I was more afraid of myself than the child, I realized this, the child will be harmed because of me.

Does anyone ever think that dominating is a matter for a new mother?

Suddenly I picked up the fish from the water and put it in a bottle. It was as if it would swell.

Being a mother was not a good thing, it all seemed like a thick black shackle to me.

I was drowning in the sand.

You can't wear a red sari, you have to pay attention.

Can't go private.

Can't go to any event.

Even if you don't sleep all night, you can't sleep during the day.

Do not sleep on this side.

Don't eat this, don't eat that.

Don't look at this.

The doctors did not interfere in anything. That said. The answer would come,

- The doctors say that if something happens, it will be to their advantage.

Fearing this, I began to accept everything myself. I was swallowing these rules in Gandepind with a little soul that grew a little bit consciously.

Palash was very helpful. He would take care of his own clothes. Because he used to do these things before. If he could, he would wash my clothes. I agree to be humble.

His mother used to say,

- Is that why I brought my son's wife?

I stood by the screen and listened to everything.

No one needs to know the importance of mood swings during pregnancy.

So suddenly I got angry. Or sitting on the verandah and crying in unison would be considered as the prerogative of extreme care.

Palash's cousin's marriage. A week ago I was happy that

- Let's meet after a long time. The chat will be 7 Will be a little makeup.

Everyone is getting ready since morning. When I went to show this saree?

Everyone says they are shocked to see ghosts.

- Emma, ​​where are you going? So many people there?

I said with injured eyes, what is it?

When I go to the doctor, people do not see?

And what if you see? This is not a bad thing. That's normal.

No, those words did not help. On the contrary, it scared me. I also went to the chicken like every time.

When Palash picked them up in their car and said,

- You go, Sapphire is home alone. And today, one day off, I stay with him.

I was a little upset. But, why would that be? Didn't anyone else have a baby?

They did not guard the house without performing their duties on any holiday.

What does Palash look like if he doesn't go, so he had to be taken away?

I left the big TV and sat on the verandah and cried.

I do not know, just what is mine? Or is everyone? Everyone wants that?

If everyone is, why do girls forget those times? The bad ones? Why do you repeatedly threaten others and say, we have children? I don't understand why everyone's body is not the same.

I put my favorite dress over and over again. He read the garland and stood in front of the mirror for a while. I swallowed the tears again and sat quietly. It stops as soon as it touches the growing abdomen. I try to be good, I deliberately stood under the sky and did not breathe.

I was separated from the rest of the world and put in a box. No one to talk to, no one to listen.

I just stare blankly at my child.

Why does it seem that he is coming to finish me? Is he coming to tie me up? Everyone says that being a mother is not so easy, but what does it mean to be a mother? He is just part of me. He has to go with me. Will he care more if he loses himself in her?

This thought haunted me day by day.

Why should I omit all choices? Why can't I read my favorite red sari?

After spending ten minutes in the washroom all night, why can't I get some sleep during the day?

Difficulty walking, difficulty sitting, difficulty sleeping, refusing to take medicine if you have any illness. After so much, why bother to give them a little time? They do not have time to understand?

Why are the educated people in our country, not just in my time, holding on to these grips? To take care of the future mother is not just to eat three meals a day.

A few days later I noticed that Palash started blaming me, his sister does not come for me.

I only said once, I have no enmity with my sister's son. He may have made a mistake. But it's not my fault.

In between, I occasionally start having nightmares. What an experience!

When someone in different groups seemed to share the problems, I understood this on my own. I understood that I am not the only one, many are going through all this.

But why do these people forget the time of their own pregnancy when it comes to other people's affairs? Why not stand by?

I didn't get over everything, but I started trying to keep myself well. My child came into it. After regular walks, a Caesarean section has to be done because the baby is on top.

Then I heard,

- He didn't have to do it, he didn't have to do it, it would have happened if he was lying like this.

I was silent or would keep the peace.

But even after so many things, I would take the girl in my arms and breathe a little.

Everyone is so busy with the baby. She stayed with me for three meals a day.

I know this is not just mine, the journey of thousands of girls in our country.


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