April 29, 11.48am, 2008, baby Yash finally emerges, healthy and alert. (Thank God!) Mother is doing great too. I cried! Wow, what an experience. We believe that we control so much, that we can do things, worry about things, create fears, all in the name of 'taking care' of what we believe is in our control. Nonsense. The baby is born. Everything functions. We didn't do anything - I didn't put his finger in its place. I didn't ensure all his genes, DNA would create a baby. I didn't take care of the umbilical cord. I wish we could easily re-program ourselves so that automatic worry and fears are replaced by automatic positivity and confidence. Why did we forget this? Can we revert to our homeostasis state, of happiness, consciousness, bliss?
