Day 277 (Ground floor or First Floor?)

So my kid was born in a maternity hospital which only specialises in childbirth, paediatrics , etc. My son who is now 11.5 months old is not keeping well these days. As I told in my last post, he has been enrolled in daycare and the settlement period itself has given him one of the worse cons ... Viral infection.
So, on the other hand, I got injured yesterday by falling down and hurting my leg. While I wanted to have a follow up for my son for his infection, I wanted to consult myself as well if a doctor was available.
Paediatrics is on ground floor exclusively so since last 10 months or so, we have been back and forth to that ground floor so much so that we can be an official guide to the place now. After Ayaansh’s consultation when I asked to consult a doctor for myself, I was redirected to first floor.
Ah.. THE first floor... the gynaec floor aka the happy floor. It brought back all the pregnancy duration happy memories in a flash. I think that’s the only floor in the hospital whe…

Day 276 (Is it worth it?)

Now that my kid has started going to day care (settling period), this thought keeps knocking my head, “is it all worth it?” Letting your child go through adjustments of being social, being away from parents just so you can do your job and earn money for him?  Can lesser money be such a bad thing? Can Having lesser luxuries and an average schooling be such a curse? Yes, I know that all of us want to give our children more than what we got (if we can provide that). All of us want our children to not be short of resources when it comes to education, toys, clothes and when they grow up then maybe gadgets and transport. But at what cost? Seeing my child call my name and crying breathlessly just because he wants to be with me and not with a bunch of strangers is so heartbreaking. And all I do is... tell myself that he will settle and I have to be strong and wait helplessly outside while he might settle. To console myself, sometimes I tell myself that there are other children who cried much more t…

DAY 275 (The magic world of books..!)

I read somewhere when I was a kid "Who said life is fair?" Somehow this imprinted in my mind. I would think of it in all unfavorable situations in life. Ofcourse.. life isn't fair.

Books and reading change the way you think. It changes your whole personality and your impulses as well as how you react to situations. I have often found myself being over-sensitive (not that I am not sensitive other days!) during the days when I am reading an emotional romantic fiction. I find myself lost when I am reading a very interesting puzzling mystery thriller. And the list goes on.

Sometimes, my behavior would depend on what I read when I was a little girl. Its so impacting! Reading can calm me and it can also ignite me. Reading can help me get through the day and it can also give me sleepless nights. I do not think or imagine that anything else in the world can do that magic to your brain. Make you a different person, mostly a better one. It will teach you things in life, it will m…

DAY 274 (Mixed thoughts..!)

So, there are so many contradictory feelings that you keep having as the baby starts growing up.

You want the baby to give you a break sometimes, but within 5 minutes you start missing him if he isn't around.
You want baby to be active but you get so tired of fetching the things he keeps throwing and asking you for it.
You want the baby to be interested in food but feel guilty when he stares at you eating without blinking his eyes.
You want the baby to love you more than anyone else he loves and yet you want him to prepare to stay with a caregiver once you join back work.
You want the baby to like to go out but sometimes exhausted of always wanting to go out.
You want the baby to sleep well but when his afternoon naps extend beyond 2.5 hours, you start missing him and feel when will he wake up! (Confession: I sometimes even start making noise around the house so that he wakes up and plays with me :D )

This and so much more !

While you are adjusting to understand what you want, th…

Day 273 (Blog for you...buddy!)

One of my friends who is an ex-colleague, a fellow blogger, a fellow mom and an awesome buddy asked me a few days ago "why don't you write blogs anymore?"

I knew the answer but it never registered that I didn't even attempt to make time. No wait, that's false. Lots of blogs came up in my mind during this time, but they had to be mental blogs. Too much truth, too much exposure, too much offence. So now, finally when I can write something not so controversial, lets go at it.

Last 9 months of my life, phewww... can't be explained in a blog or captured in a book even and I don't have patience or time to write volumes of books. Basically, those were 9 months but everyday was so new to learn how to be a (good) parent that they flew away like they were 9 seconds.

Lessons learnt:
1) You are in this alone.
2) "I will help you" is a myth.
3) Every kid is different so advises are useless (unless they are home remedies for a sickness of the kid).
4) Follow…

Day 272 (Food for thought...)

I am a feminist who believes women shouldn’t be treated special because they are women. Instead they should he treated equal as men or any human being. But time and again, in various families I see simple yet complicated things happening for women all around.

You become a sister to a brother, you are expected to give him special treatment, respect him, give away your things to him without nagging because he is your ‘brother’.

You become a wife and you are expected to leave away your past life, forget your parents on festivities or wish them on call as you wish all other of your friends and relatives. You are expected to change yourself according to the new family. You are expected to be respectful even if it means giving away your self respect. All this and more in trade for a good husband and sometimes women are unlucky enough to not even get that.

You become a mother and then you are expected to give up whatever little was left of you which maybe you had with courtesy to your husba…

Day 271 (The solo trip..!)

So all trips of Mom and MIL are done and now starts the solo (or rather duet) trip of raising the kiddo. Nervous? Yes. Excited? Hell.. yes! Scared? Ummm... a little bit.

We often don’t count the small things. Someone Opening the door while you are nursing the baby, telling the cook today’s menu while you are rocking the baby, sleeping for a couple of hours in the morning while Dadi/Nani have the kiddo time. It seems so small that you think it’s easy as hell to do it along with the other big things you have been doing. But well...we will know in few days how easy or small it is.

Whatever maybe the case... it’s gonna be a solo trip from here on and there is no going back! Kiddo will get bigger, naughtier, more demanding and what not... but you will always be that timid mother who is still learning... Sigh!