Sunday, February 10, 2013
Friday, January 11, 2013
Learning Curve
I have
learnt a lot of things in these 6 months, a few being:
-pacifying
a baby – considering the fact that I had never held a baby that small for more
than 2 minutes,
-decoding
her cries – yes there is difference when she means ‘I am hungry’, ‘I want to be held’, or simply ‘I am bored’
-sleeping
anywhere and anytime of the day,
-swallowing
meals – they are no longer eaten,
-loo breaks do not depend upon nature’s call
but on baby’s call,
-quick
showers not lasting more that 5 minutes - having a long, relaxing bath is a
luxury
-getting
ready in 5 minutes – no matter what the cliché about women and dressing up is,
the moms of infants know how to dress up in 5.
On a more
serious note, I have rediscovered myself. With Angel I am a bundle of patience,
which I never knew existed. But, its just with her. With others I am plain old
impatient me. Or maybe even more impatient to balance out the patience levels,
you see. I have met a more loving, caring, sensitive and responsible me. Incidents of robbery, abuse and rape affect me
like never before and I wonder if we have done the correct thing by bringing a
new life in this unsafe world, but soon the optimist in me awakens and lists
all the positive things and I realize that world is not such a bad place after
all. There are so many beautiful places to see and so many things to do that
one lifetime is just not enough.
I value my
relationships much more now. Most important being my mother. I think you realize the importance of your
parents much more after you become parents. Now when I get up at 3 am for Angel’s
feeds, I realize that my mother would have done the same for me. She is a
working mom who led a very busy life with three of us and at a time when not
many amenities were available. Yet, I can count on my fingertips, the number of
times she had lost patience with me. (Maybe because I was not a difficult
child. Or so I believe. Anyways, I am digressing.) She is always very encouraging and very
patient, strict just where needed. Next comes my father. Although his
involvement in raising us, as in spending time with us was considerably less as
compared to my mother, but he was always there for us, just like a rock, providing steadiness. He
was always available in the evenings, giving my mother some breathing time. He
balanced his work and family life perfectly. I remember we used to patiently
wait for him to come back in the evening and he used to give me and KayCee a
ride around the colony on his scooter, every single day. He then used to take
us for a walk, sometimes to a park, sometimes to a temple or airport, telling
us stories or talking to us all the way. I believe that even if I do half of
what they have done for us, I will be raising a very beautiful individual. Just when I thought I knew him in and out, I
discovered a completely new side of J* too. He is a wonderful father and its
such a pleasure to watch both of them. They adore each other and completely enjoy
each other’s company. And thus he gives me a much needed breathing space after
he comes back from work. At that time, I just watch TV, read a book, surf the
Internet or simply watch both of them, from a distance, of course, lest her
mood changes and she wants to come back to me.
This
turned out to be a pretty long post, longer than I intended too, but then,
Angel is sleeping longer than she usually does!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
De-tress
Happy New Year All. I am writing
this indicates that the world didn't end after all. So here is to another year
full of joy, laughter, happiness and success.
Angel had her first hair cut. Over
these months she had developed beautiful curls which sadly irritated her to no
end. So I reluctantly thought better to cut them off. Reluctant because I
thought that it will take away her 'newness'. If you know what I mean.
Thankfully MIL agreed for it, although the tradition being, no hair cut
before mundan ceremony wherein you go completely bald. We have
planned for her mundan after her first birthday. I don't want
her to scold me all her life that she was a baldie on her very 1st birthday.
I have made friends with a German
girl who is visiting an ashram and staying with someone in our appartment. She
is a hairdresser by profession and when I told her about it, she volunteered to
cut Angel's hair and I readily agreed. It meant hair cut in Angel's comfort
zone. So with fingers crossed, I called her when the little one was sleeping.
In the middle of the hair cut, she HAD to wake up, being the baby of
principles. But she sat through it without any fuss. Now she looks so
different. Un-irritated, but different. She looks like a boy. A very handsome
boy at that :)
I hope her curls come back before
her birthday!
I will try to be regular here and will post more as and when
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