Baby Shower

A few days back, Outlook sent me an invitation to a Baby Shower in my University. I did not know the mother- to- be in person but thought if someone thought I was good enough to be invited to a party, I should make the effort to go. ( The fact that I have never attended a Baby Shower might have influenced my decision  a little).

At 12, we went into room 137, the room booked for the purpose. There were balloons galore, and food on the table and a cake too. A lot of women, some known and a few unknown moved around the room. Some were signing cards and some chatting in small groups around the room. There seemed to be a strange disunity in the group though all had come for the same purpose. And there was no mother- to- be !

Someone mentioned that the mother was going to get the surprise of her life for she hadn’t been told there was a party in her honor. I wondered how they were going to get her to come to the room. Did I mention the room had only women ?

A couple of the ladies, took up those long thin tube things that they shoot up  in the air to throw up confetti-type material on the person of honor and positioned themselves near the door. Someone opened the door when they saw a shadow on the glass door. The mother walked in with the chief organizer of the party. The gun person shot her gun and it rained confetti on the mother, who looked petrified at the scene and the gunshot.

She soon realised that there was a  party and the party was in her honor. Gathering her wits, she soon adjusted to the room and the various women, from different departments who came to wish her well. At least 25 women showed up and it was a gala affair.

The women were given small blobs of plastic clay and asked to model babies. It was a party game. Everyone participated manfully or should I say playfully. One of the women who made a unicolored baby won the prize. Her gift was a data bank. Someone went around asking people to guess the abdominal girth of the mother to be in inches. The mother is a small made woman with not too much of a tummy. I guessed 28  inches. She measured 39 inches, and I was way off. The woman who guessed 38 won as her entry was the closest to reality.

We then gathered around for cake cutting and wishing the mother the best. Some of the women shared their experiences with labor and pain and epidural anesthesia. Some described the process of “normal labor”. Most agreed that “labor pain” should not be endured when there was the option for alleviation of pain.

Soon all the women gathered around the conference table to eat food. Later photographs were taken for memories and finally good wishes conveyed to the mother who gave a speech thanking everyone who attended.

IT was a great party and a first for me.