Life these days is just revolving around my baby.. me enjoying my newly acquired motherhood status.. and even now my poppatness has got better of me!
Yesterday was one such day.. I was inspired by my sister who sings her baby to sleep. Her son wouldnt sleep unless she sings to him.. however bad it might be! So I thought I would just try that with my daughter and I picked up a song which I thought I can manage well.
I started singing and she first yawned and turned her head to the other side (which can be very well interpretted as.. Oh No Not again!!). I stopped and tried again later and this time as soon as I started singing to her.. she started crying!!! I got a very angry look from my mom for making the baby cry for no reason!!! Looks like I should look for more receptive audience for my songs!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
Future Planning - Plan 1
"Cooking is an art and I can never master it" is a fact that I have accepted and till date I could not see any problems with that given fact. I can manage to gobble down anything I cook because I can appreciate the effort I put behind that dish .. however bad it tastes. And luckily for me my husband too doesn't complain much unless it's really pathetic.But now.. the future is what am worried about. When I was young (Ok.. am still young!!) ..So let me put it this way.. when I was small and school going, I never really liked what my mom cooked. I always thought my friends were lucky because their snack boxes always had yummy stuff and mine always had the boring Idly,dosa and upma type stuff which I hated. Luckily for me, I had a Bengali friend who used to love what my mom cooked and we used to exchange our snack boxes. I just used to love what her mom used to give .. potato mash sandwiches or ghee laden rotis with some yummy sabzee and a Sweet (remember Bengali!) or even better some paranthas. (and I really thought my friend was a fool to exchange all that for my idly's!!). And my mom was always wondering why I was getting plumpier by the day by just eating Idly's and upma and my friend's mom was wondering why she was not getting plumpier in spite of those paranthas and sweets! Now they know!
So coming to the future point, What if my daughter too hates my cooking? What if she is not as lucky as me to get a Bengali friend to exchange her tiffin? What if none of her friends like her tiffin?No..Things can't be that bad..yeh? So I think I have two options now.. one to master my cooking before she starts going to school ( 3 years sounds good enough time for that.. yeh?) Two... to find her a Bengali friend :D
The second option is the one.. anyday!
So coming to the future point, What if my daughter too hates my cooking? What if she is not as lucky as me to get a Bengali friend to exchange her tiffin? What if none of her friends like her tiffin?No..Things can't be that bad..yeh? So I think I have two options now.. one to master my cooking before she starts going to school ( 3 years sounds good enough time for that.. yeh?) Two... to find her a Bengali friend :D
The second option is the one.. anyday!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
First month of Motherhood :)
This post is important to me. My memory is very unreliable and I don't want to sit 5 or 10 years down the line trying hard to recollect how exactly did I feel during the biggest transformation of my life.
A month ago, on Sept 5th 2009, 11:34 am IST my bundle of joy arrived in this world. I wanted a big band of music to welcome her, blow trumpets,play violins.. the drums.. but the little one had to settle for her own sweet and rhythmic cries as her welcome music.. well it definitely was music for me! Then my anxiety was at its peak, the sister's wouldn't show me my baby unless they had cleaned her up. Baby girl or baby boy? Baby girl, the sister said. How is she to look at? Beautiful, big eyes, small nose, button lips, long fingers.., sister told me. My agonising wait to see the baby and hold her ended after half and hour. All the past nine months I had been dreaming about this moment and imagining how I would feel.. Just like seeing the Taj Mahal for the first time, or would there be that instant mother baby bonding, would I have tears in my eyes? and when finally it happened, it was nothing like I had imagined. I was scared to hold her as I felt I was dirty enough and also because I felt she was too small for me to hold her safely and then I was trying hard to register that this was my baby and I am the mother :).
The month after that D Day just flew.. taking each day as it came, I went through a whale of emotions, mammoth learning, building patience, fighting mood swings, sharing happiness, recovering from pain, hating the weighing machine, flood of visitors, some wanted some unwanted, sleep deprived, exhausted, delighted, worried, tensed, confused, and every other emotion one can think of. I felt I was lost in time and space. I had no idea what date and which day of the week it was. Every day was another day with lot of activity packed in.
Recalling week wise:
The first week was incredibly tough. I wanted to cry at the end of each day. I felt tired, in extreme pain and exhaustion all the time, yet there was so much to do. The baby wouldn't sleep at night as she was sleeping all day and everybody would advice sleep when the baby sleeps.. easier said than done. There was constant inflow of guests, and just when I felt asleep , the baby would wake up for feed or a diaper change. There was advice pouring in from all directions. Filtering good advice from the useless ones was the most difficult part. I now feel guilty that there were a few times in that week, when I wanted to run away from everything, everyone.. rewind everything and go back to my old life. I lost interest in everything, everyone. I don't even want to now recollect the most horrible week of my life till date. Quite different from what I expected. The week my baby arrived, by my expectations I should've been the happiest, on cloud 9 but I was fighting depression, sulking most of the time when the breakthrough came on day 5 of the week. My baby's first smile!! I couldn't believe she did that! The most beautiful smile I ever saw and life started looking brighter!
Week 2 was lot lot better. I felt better health wise, and started slowly bouncing back to normal. By now I had gained some experience in feeding, cleaning and changing diapers and rocking the baby to sleep. The awkwardness while holding the baby slowly disappeared and I was lot more confident in holding her.
Week 3.. I got used to the late nights and looked forward to playing with the baby at 2:30 am :).
Week 4 was the best. My husband finally managed to get leave from work and we finally got together. All 3 of us. One happy family. The happiness I would cherish forever.
This one is for all the mother's.. God created Mothers coz he felt he couldn't be present everywhere! So True!
A month ago, on Sept 5th 2009, 11:34 am IST my bundle of joy arrived in this world. I wanted a big band of music to welcome her, blow trumpets,play violins.. the drums.. but the little one had to settle for her own sweet and rhythmic cries as her welcome music.. well it definitely was music for me! Then my anxiety was at its peak, the sister's wouldn't show me my baby unless they had cleaned her up. Baby girl or baby boy? Baby girl, the sister said. How is she to look at? Beautiful, big eyes, small nose, button lips, long fingers.., sister told me. My agonising wait to see the baby and hold her ended after half and hour. All the past nine months I had been dreaming about this moment and imagining how I would feel.. Just like seeing the Taj Mahal for the first time, or would there be that instant mother baby bonding, would I have tears in my eyes? and when finally it happened, it was nothing like I had imagined. I was scared to hold her as I felt I was dirty enough and also because I felt she was too small for me to hold her safely and then I was trying hard to register that this was my baby and I am the mother :).
The month after that D Day just flew.. taking each day as it came, I went through a whale of emotions, mammoth learning, building patience, fighting mood swings, sharing happiness, recovering from pain, hating the weighing machine, flood of visitors, some wanted some unwanted, sleep deprived, exhausted, delighted, worried, tensed, confused, and every other emotion one can think of. I felt I was lost in time and space. I had no idea what date and which day of the week it was. Every day was another day with lot of activity packed in.
Recalling week wise:
The first week was incredibly tough. I wanted to cry at the end of each day. I felt tired, in extreme pain and exhaustion all the time, yet there was so much to do. The baby wouldn't sleep at night as she was sleeping all day and everybody would advice sleep when the baby sleeps.. easier said than done. There was constant inflow of guests, and just when I felt asleep , the baby would wake up for feed or a diaper change. There was advice pouring in from all directions. Filtering good advice from the useless ones was the most difficult part. I now feel guilty that there were a few times in that week, when I wanted to run away from everything, everyone.. rewind everything and go back to my old life. I lost interest in everything, everyone. I don't even want to now recollect the most horrible week of my life till date. Quite different from what I expected. The week my baby arrived, by my expectations I should've been the happiest, on cloud 9 but I was fighting depression, sulking most of the time when the breakthrough came on day 5 of the week. My baby's first smile!! I couldn't believe she did that! The most beautiful smile I ever saw and life started looking brighter!
Week 2 was lot lot better. I felt better health wise, and started slowly bouncing back to normal. By now I had gained some experience in feeding, cleaning and changing diapers and rocking the baby to sleep. The awkwardness while holding the baby slowly disappeared and I was lot more confident in holding her.
Week 3.. I got used to the late nights and looked forward to playing with the baby at 2:30 am :).
Week 4 was the best. My husband finally managed to get leave from work and we finally got together. All 3 of us. One happy family. The happiness I would cherish forever.
This one is for all the mother's.. God created Mothers coz he felt he couldn't be present everywhere! So True!
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
These are the best days of my life
Thanks to my baby and the good old traditions, I have been reliving my childhood again. Thanks to whoever made the rule that the first delivery has to happen at the mother's maternal home, I have got a chance to get pampered and get treated like a kid all over again.
A typical day in my childhood included extreme chase by my mom to make me drink milk, eat fruits, sleep and wake up on time, do some physical exercise, scoldings for watching tv for extra long hours and a lot more.. and am happy all this is happening again. It's almost like I've been living someone else's life for the last 6 years and have now come back to where I belong.
What inspired me to publish this is two events that happened today in particular.
During my school days, dad used to oil my hair everyday and comb it neatly before I left for school. I used to hate the ritual as I never wanted to go to school with such oiled hair. All my friends flaunted their wavy shampooed hair and mine was always oiled and sticky and never wavy no matter how I swayed my head while I walked. Gradually, sometime when I was in high school, dad finally gave up on me and asked me to maintain my hair the way I wanted. It was a day I celebrated by going to school with shampooed hair, beaming when my hair flew when the wind blew.. I felt like a star, "Sridevi" in particular :). Today when dad came back from office, he saw me sitting idly watching tv with my hair let open and he commented, your hair has become so dry.. go get some oil. I was a little suprised at his suggestion but then felt extremely happy to relive those olden days. Only difference being, today's oiling session made me happy beyond words. It feels good that am still the lil girl for my dad even when am just about to have a lil baby in another 2 days may be :).I had not even come out of this nostalgic moment that another one struck at me.
Dad always used to get some sweetmeat for me whenever he went to the market. Either a chocolate or a sweet from the milk parlour. Today mom sent him to the market to get some milk and he did that again.. he got me my small single pack of milk Kova sweet as my market bonus. I just loved his gesture!! And I just loved today.. yeah all the days in the past 2 months.
P.S:- Dear hubby, If you are reading this, Please dont feel left out, I am definitely missing you a lot :-*
A typical day in my childhood included extreme chase by my mom to make me drink milk, eat fruits, sleep and wake up on time, do some physical exercise, scoldings for watching tv for extra long hours and a lot more.. and am happy all this is happening again. It's almost like I've been living someone else's life for the last 6 years and have now come back to where I belong.
What inspired me to publish this is two events that happened today in particular.
During my school days, dad used to oil my hair everyday and comb it neatly before I left for school. I used to hate the ritual as I never wanted to go to school with such oiled hair. All my friends flaunted their wavy shampooed hair and mine was always oiled and sticky and never wavy no matter how I swayed my head while I walked. Gradually, sometime when I was in high school, dad finally gave up on me and asked me to maintain my hair the way I wanted. It was a day I celebrated by going to school with shampooed hair, beaming when my hair flew when the wind blew.. I felt like a star, "Sridevi" in particular :). Today when dad came back from office, he saw me sitting idly watching tv with my hair let open and he commented, your hair has become so dry.. go get some oil. I was a little suprised at his suggestion but then felt extremely happy to relive those olden days. Only difference being, today's oiling session made me happy beyond words. It feels good that am still the lil girl for my dad even when am just about to have a lil baby in another 2 days may be :).I had not even come out of this nostalgic moment that another one struck at me.
Dad always used to get some sweetmeat for me whenever he went to the market. Either a chocolate or a sweet from the milk parlour. Today mom sent him to the market to get some milk and he did that again.. he got me my small single pack of milk Kova sweet as my market bonus. I just loved his gesture!! And I just loved today.. yeah all the days in the past 2 months.
P.S:- Dear hubby, If you are reading this, Please dont feel left out, I am definitely missing you a lot :-*
Monday, August 24, 2009
Some tp..
There was a live standup comedy act show that happened at the community center here. As I didn't have anything better to do, I attended it. The actors doing the act were genuinely trying to be natural, trying to make everyone laugh and yes, there were people laughing. I too found myself having a good time there and now probably I can remember only one of the jokes to share. It goes like this.
Once a famous pshychotherapist opens a new clinic branch and has his clinic banner painted by a famous banner painter in the city. The doc is all set in his new clinic but finds that no patient is coming to him. He waits for days for the patients to come in but in vain. He then tries to find out why this is happening and finally finds this:
Ram's Clinic
Dr. RAM, M.B.B.S,
PSYCHO THE RAPIST
Once a famous pshychotherapist opens a new clinic branch and has his clinic banner painted by a famous banner painter in the city. The doc is all set in his new clinic but finds that no patient is coming to him. He waits for days for the patients to come in but in vain. He then tries to find out why this is happening and finally finds this:
Ram's Clinic
Dr. RAM, M.B.B.S,
PSYCHO THE RAPIST
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Poor Fair lady
Been a long long time since I've read nursery rhymes. Thanks to my nephew, I got a chance to listen to those rhymes again today. But one of the rhymes really took me by surprise.
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,My fair Lady.
Build it up with iron bars,
iron bars, iron bars,
Build it up with iron bars,My fair Lady.
Are we asking the fair lady to build up the broken london bridge with iron bars? I never realised this my fair lady might be a civil engineer repairing the broken bridges! :)
p.s: Ignore the sheer stupidity of this post.. but the idle brain couldnt think of anything else to post!
London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,My fair Lady.
Build it up with iron bars,
iron bars, iron bars,
Build it up with iron bars,My fair Lady.
Are we asking the fair lady to build up the broken london bridge with iron bars? I never realised this my fair lady might be a civil engineer repairing the broken bridges! :)
p.s: Ignore the sheer stupidity of this post.. but the idle brain couldnt think of anything else to post!
Friday, August 14, 2009
Independence.. what it really means?
Happy Independence day people! Welcome to an independent year of swine flu, drought, price hikes, worse weather and dirty politics! or may be August 15th today just means a public holiday, with channels telecasting special movies.. some new patriotic music albums with rakhi sawant dancing to the tunes...
I read the worst political statement in the paper yesterday.. the Andhra CM taking swine flu as easy as he can commenting that people suffering from swine flu can apply amrutanjan or zinda talisman and stop worrying else go to Tirupati to pray to God! We elected him as CM for the next 5 years! :(
It irks to even think what the future holds for us.. for our next generation.. Everyday I wake up praying that it rains today and it would help eradicate the drought and help the farmers.. but then if it rains more it would give more ground for swine flu spread! So what do I really pray for?
I just hope someone waves the magic wand and everything becomes alright!
I read the worst political statement in the paper yesterday.. the Andhra CM taking swine flu as easy as he can commenting that people suffering from swine flu can apply amrutanjan or zinda talisman and stop worrying else go to Tirupati to pray to God! We elected him as CM for the next 5 years! :(
It irks to even think what the future holds for us.. for our next generation.. Everyday I wake up praying that it rains today and it would help eradicate the drought and help the farmers.. but then if it rains more it would give more ground for swine flu spread! So what do I really pray for?
I just hope someone waves the magic wand and everything becomes alright!
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