January 26, 2017
Every couple and family that we work with has
a story many, many stories. There are happy ones and sad ones, long ones and short ones, stories that make us double over in laughter, and stories that let us see depths of despair. We love learning the story of each of our couples and families — it’s one of our favorite parts about our work. But we are not storytellers. We are story-documenters.
When we realized this, we knew that we should document ours as well. The Radian Story is the story of us, Radhika and Ian. From the day we were born to where we stand now, this is our story from babies to bride & groom.
Part 1: Happy Birthday! (Or How Our Parents Like to Tell It)
We knew that our story couldn’t start with us — it starts with our parents. We asked our parents to tell us about the day we were born: Ian, on a cold December day in North Carolina and a few months later, Radhika, on a hot April day an ocean away in Bombay.
From Radhika’s parents:
Radhika, whose nickname is Minka because Sanjeev thought that all newborns look like cute monkeys, was born on a warm April day in Bombay, India at 6.5 lbs and 20” long. She had beautiful brown curly hair.
After the surgery, I was wheeled into my room where the family was eagerly waiting for us. Radhika was brought in later after completing the newborn procedures. We had a new bassinet for her in my room. She was all bundled up like a doll and put in the bassinet where she slept peacefully. My mom, best friend, and I were listening to Sanjeev tell us about what went on in the OT when suddenly we heard a strange, loud noise coming from the bassinet. Upon looking closer, our darling daughter had taken her left hand out of the wrap and was sucking her thumb. My physician later told us that she was actually born sucking her thumb. (Side note from Radhika: if you find that your child is sucking his or her thumb, just let it go. They’ll be fine.)
From Ian’s parents:
It was a Friday night. Mark was cooking an omelette for dinner and I was talking to Susie Burchill on the phone. There were three more weeks until Ian’s due date, but Ian was ready. In an instant my water broke and we were headed to the hospital. Ian apparently got cold feet once we got to the hospital and I was there for 36 hours waiting for him to make an appearance.
We were supposed to meet friends for brunch, but they came to spend time at the hospital while we waited. Mark was going stir crazy and he and the nurse spent the afternoon watching football in the room. In the evening, with A Very Merry Brady Christmas special on the TV it was suddenly time to push. I’ll never forget the feeling I got when I saw Ian take his first breath. Mark was right there when he was delivered and was grinning from ear to ear. We took him home in a red and green onesie, tucked inside a red stocking. The first thing we did was put him under the tree for our first family Christmas photo.
Have you ever asked your parents about the story of the day you were born? How will you tell your kids about the story? Leave a comment and tell us below!