Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sweet Child of Mine

When you’re a parent (even a newbie one like me), it’s easy to desperately want to protect your child from everything bad. In particularly emotional moments, you find yourself wondering if there are ways to strike bargains with God, transfer some of your child’s future hurt onto yourself, increase your share of disappointments in the hope that theirs will decrease.

And then in more rational moments, you realize that life does not work that way. Instead you pray that the blows are soft, that they learn from them the right lessons and life as such is filled with love, laughter and hope.

Blog Title: Sweet child of mine - Guns n Roses

A hundred days have made me older.......

Time flies when you’re having fun. And, when you are with your baby. Ri is a 100 days old today. A 100 days of non-stop nursing, little sleep, aching bones. And, aching heart. Like i desperately try to describe to her father, even though I know she is well and truly mine, there is always an achy-breaky hearty feeling while looking at her.

P.S : Found this in my drafts….written on her 100’th day and not posted :) Hence…..

P.P.S : Blog Title - Here without you - 3 Doors Down

Monday, April 26, 2010

How do you do do you do the things that you do ? Noone I know could ever keep up with you


I wonder how mothers who have more than one child do what they do. And by the ‘what’, I am not referring to the additional nursing, nurturing and care-taking. Instead I wonder, how are they able to handle this kind of love all over again ?

Being a mother requires a lot of strength from within. And some Oscar-worthy acting. You wear a friendly, flippant mask on the outside, pretending to be the same person you were before baby, while inside all you do is think and pray and hope that no harm comes your child’s way. Suddenly your memories, dreams and hopes become so insignificant compared to the memories, dreams and hopes you have for your children.

Ri makes an emotional rock-fest out of her father and I, endearing us with her soft skin, twinkling eyes and above all her complete and unswerving trust in us as parents. That in the most part is the most humbling experience of all, there is no superstar complex her.

In the midst of grins and giggles, there is always an underlying feeling that we may never be good enough for her. Why did she chose us ? I mean, look at us, bumbling along life, we don’t really have everything figured out and wham, she trusts her perfect little being with us !?!

When I think of having a second baby, the idea of going through a pregnancy, heart-burny third trimester, dramatic labor pain and
non-stop nursing, seem easy to make peace with compared to learning how to handle the intense emotions that accompany being
a parent. I am but amused while this little ball of baby helps me
soul-search, helping me understand my priorities in life in simple and sweet ways.

To all the mothers out there, the ones who love their only child whole-heartedly and the ones who are strong enough to love like that all over again, here’s to you and you and you.

God bless all our children……

Blog Title : How do you do ? – Cascada ( Roxette had a version of this song as well)

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

When I see you smile See a ray of light Oh see it shining right through the rain


Better late than never, I convince myself as I begin to write about
Ri, 3 days before she turns 3 months old.
The writer in me wanted to write about it all; my labor, her birth, how her father and I stared at her, crying, only pausing to ask each other what we had ever done to deserve this little bundle of divinity. I wanted to record each day for posterity, binding it all together in a diary which she could read and remember in the years to come. My best laid plans never fail to remain true to their name, at best 'laying' in my head ! Better late than never, I convince myself as I begin to write about Ri, 3 days before she turns 3 months old.
I have always viewed God as a great leveler, someone who continually ensures that the best things in the world are available for free, like a vision of the ocean or a baby's smile. Now, I am tempted to thrown in $2.91 for a chilled bottle of Corona but let's stick to nature-esque things for now. I'm pretty sure that the guy who paid top dollar for a night at the Royal Penthouse Suite in President Wilson, Geneva may not necessarily feel that way but in my own simple penthouse-free world, Ri's smile confirms my view on God and his leveling.
Having Ri has helped me make peace with myself in ways that I never thought possible.I feel strangely liberated. Life becomes easier when you don't obsess about yourself so much.You then find time to enjoy your baby's smile. And, write about it.

Blog Title : When I See You Smile – Bad English

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Baby I love your way

What better day to start this blog. Baby Ri is a month old and what a ride it has been so far. Like some things never change, my need to express myself through writing has not. I don’t always act upon it but believe it or not, I’m always writing. Mostly, in my head.

After Ri was born, and even during labor, I was constantly writing in my head, desperately trying to capture the range of emotions I was feeling.

She’s almost a month old now and I’ve finally gotten down to it. There are so many feelings and emotions about going through a pregnancy and having a baby and dealing with a newborn that I want to share with the world and I often ask myself why I refrain from writing more about it. So here I am now, writing about it, no more refraining. I guess. I am a firm believer in ‘individual experiences’ and not shoving down ‘your experiences’ down another person’s throat. I also believe that every baby is a unique personality, born in a unique environment, to a unique set of parents.

I’ve been noticing (from social conversations, social networking etc.) that women who have gone through pregnancies, labor and raising a child are quick to inform and educate their successors about the downside of the same without realizing that maybe everyone does not feel the same way they do.

Woe betide the pregnant woman who mentions in her social networking status update that she feels tired and her third-trimester heartburn kept her up the whole night. Immediately she is informed and educated by her predecessors (many in smug tones) about how she ‘lucky she is’, ‘how at least NOW she can sleep through the night’ and how she should ‘forget about sleep’ when the baby comes and how ‘pregnancy is a breeze compared to raising your child’. While people are free to give advice and share their experiences, I wish they would not assume that everyone is going to end up feeling the way they did or is going to react or reacted to their pregnancies the same way. Third-trimesters come with their fair share of annoyances; heartburn, discomfort and restless sleeping. Not to mention the increased frenzied anticipation of waiting for your child. Why would you want to tell an eager mother that the third-trimester is more blissful than having a baby?

Personally, give me 100 dirty diaper changes over nausea and heartburn any day. I cherish the two hours of sleep I get today because I get to sleep in my favourite ‘on my stomach’ position rather than the uncomfortable tossing and turning and gazillion trips to the bathroom. Why would you ever want to go back to running and re-running the last lap of the race when you are the ‘ most tired’ when you can cross the finish line and experience a fresh start with what will soon become the greatest love of your life.

Why are moms not more expressive about the positives of motherhood? Remember the biggest, best crush you had in your life? Well, double that and triple that and multiply that by a gazillion and there you have it. Imagine walking around with that kind of a love-high. Most people who know I’ve had a normal delivery, applaud and congratulate me like I’m a hero of some sort and that makes me a bit antsy.

When I tell them that at some point during labour, my Obstetrician informed me that I might have to prepare myself for a C-section, I often hear responses like

‘Thank god you had a normal delivery; you are up and about now’ and ‘you could have never done that if you had a C-section’.

What is sad here is that beliefs like this put a lot of pressure on the pregnant mother who might end up berating herself if she ends up having a Caesarean baby. As important as nutrition and exercise during pregnancy is, it does not guarantee that you will have a normal delivery. Neither does having a Caesarean mean that you are somehow less healthy than a mother who went through a natural birth.

Pregnant mom - When someone smugly tells you that they went though their delivery without an epidural, gently remind yourself that there are no prizes being handed out for ‘Champion tolerator of pain’ in labour rooms. One thing I’ve learnt from my labour experience is that the pendulum can swing either way and you can never really tell whether you’re going to have a normal or a C-section. A labor experience, positive or negative entirely depends on the pregnant mother’s past and present physical state and more importantly, tolerance and threshold of pain.

So here's my take - I will believe you if you tell me that in spite of an arduous labour, you would go through that experience all over again just to catch a glimpse of your baby smiling at your breast. I would respect your decision not to ever want to hear the word b.a.b.y after your birthing experience. I would not be surprised if you mention that the first month of sleepless nights; one-hour feeding schedules and unannounced growth spurts have been the most blissful days of your life. And, I would ask you to drink a beer on my behalf, if you never want to have kids, deal with dirty diapers and leaking breasts and party on till your eighties. It all comes down to individual experiences, choices and the right to birth, feed and raise your baby the way you want to.

Blog Title: Baby I love your way - Big Mountain