A strange thing time is. A memory modifier so as to speak. It does for us muggles what ‘obliviate’ would do for wizards. Feelings, experiences, emotions which seem so extreme and profound at their time, seem to get hazy in the mist of time.
Pregnancy is a tough time for some. Though it is arguably one of the most beautiful feelings in the world to feel a life kick inside you, it has its set of challenges. When I went through 3 month of sickness losing 5kgs and not being able to eat (and keep in) more than two slices in a day, I closed my eyes and was convinced that it is the end of time. Morning, noon and night, I would be sick. I would try to sleep for 20 hours in the day, sort of go into hibernation so that time would pass quicker and I would still be alive in the morning.
My last 3 months of pregnancy brought with them another rare symptom whose sole purpose was to not allow me to lie down from 1am till 7am. Thus, it is safe to say that for 3 months I didn’t sleep for more than 3 hours in a day.
And don’t even get me started on childbirth. Anyone who knows me, knows that my biggest fear in life has always been childbirth. To willingly opt for normal delivery took courage worth a medal for me. For the sake of all those who still want to have kids, I’ll skip the details. But I survived to tell the tale.
And any mother will tell you how tough the 1st month is with a newborn. Sleep deprivation, healing stitches, being cooped up are just some things of a long list.
Yet, when I look back now, one year from when it all started, it all seems kind of hazy. The nights don’t seem as long in retrospect and was I really too ill to eat for months? I remember every moment of being in labour and delivering my baby yet I can’t reconstruct the agony and the pain. Science says that a hormone is released in our bodies during childbirth that makes us forget the pain later. Yet that wouldn’t account for forgetting the months that preceded it. Only the charm of time could do that. Have you never felt this way? Glorifying things in our memories….roses that were rosier than blush… relationships that seemed perfect…that amazing dish you once ate that blew your mind (even though it couldn’t live upto its memory when you returned years later). Are things really what we remember them to be or is it the memory charm at work?? Obliviate!!!