One of the physios invited us to see his new 2 day old baby in the hospital. Honoured to be invited to share such a precious moment with him and his wife (who we never met before by the way), we went. His wife was so warm and welcoming, even after having had a caesarian. This beautiful and pristine hospital had some pretty strict policies. Visiting hours were 1 hour in the morning and 1 hour in the evening. Fathers are not invited into the delivery rooms. Mothers feed the baby twice a day for 15 minutes each time and the babies are kept in the nursery the rest of the day behind a curtained glass window where no one but the nurses are allowed to touch them. At 6pm exactly, the curtains are opened for the hoards of family members to glimpse their new family additions and snap photos. We went down for the baby viewing and shared in this chaotic mosh pit of happy and smiling aunties, uncles, grandmas and grandpas pushing their way through to the baby window. No hard feelings here, just general Indian pushiness with laughter and warm happy smiles, people pointing out their babies to other baby viewers and vice versa. We joined in and laughed an awed with the rest of the group, happy to be included in such a joyous affair. *Sigh*, I love India.
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