The delivery of happiness

The Nurse with thick spectacles came out of the Labor Theater at Mangalore Nursing Home at 9.10PM and said, "A baby has been born, the pediatrician is looking after the child and will detail you soon" and closed the door. Me, my mother-in-law, her sister and my father-in-law, got anxious and waited for the opening of the door again. I was thinking that, day of birth of my baby and mine will be the same, since I also was born on a 'Monday'.
The previous Thursday, my wife Shwetha had been admitted to the hospital, as she was expecting a delivery soon. Until Monday she seldom felt the delivery pain and that too weakly. So, finally on Monday, at 11.00 AM, the doctor instructed to inject drips which would increase the delivery pain and hence increase the possibility of normal delivery. We waited for the delivery till night 8:40PM, when finally the doctor suggested for a cesarean, since she foresaw complications if waited for normal delivery.
Now it was around 9.15, the door opened again, the same nurse instructed us to enter into the room where, pediatrician had kept my little champ on a stool. The boy was desperately moving his hands and legs. I saw him for a minute and touched him at his cheek, with my fingers. I took great care that, my nail wont touch his cheek. After waiting for long time, my treasure was unleashed. I started dipping into a deep sea of happiness. I was looking at the boy as if, I was looking at the most beautiful scenery in my entire life. Shwetha had given me the biggest gift to me on the occasion of our wedding anniversary.
The Pediatrician said that the boy was healthy and weighed 3.1Kg. I came out, as others were eagerly waiting for seeing the baby, we were instructed to go in, one by one. All of them went in and came out one after the other. My mother-in-law shouted after she came out, "why don't you call your father up and tell the news". I woke up from the ocean of happiness, and called my father's cell. He wont pick up his cell. I called my home land-line number, and my father picked up. I shouted at him,"Why don't you pick the call. I wanted to tell you the news that you have become grandfather of a baby boy". I had already created a contact group in my cell, named "Good news group". I sent group SMS, as the battery of my cell was running out. Suddenly calls from all my friends and relatives started flooding in. I ran to our ward and brought the cell phone charger and sweet box. All of us, ate laddu's and gave it to whoever we saw. We gave some laddu's to the Labor Theater attendants and nurses. It was celebration time and we all celebrated that rare moment.