Archive for October, 2008


Which is better?

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October 28, 2008

Being sick yourself, or having a sick baby?

Every other mother would know what I mean. I feel exactly how my mother always said she felt. I used to think moms are being selfish thinking like that. Maybe I am selfish too. But it tears my heart to see him groan when his fever increases.

Why is it him and not me? My own positive self urges me to think otherwise. That I am here to take care of him and feed him, but if I were sick, it would be more problematic. That, he would not drink milk from any other source and that he doesn’t take solid foods yet. That, his father doesn’t know how to bathe him, and all.

But somehow, it’s easier to think negatively rather. I’m fighting my way to be calm.

——xxx——

Pappu is sick, again. His urinary tract infection is back. So are my mommy guilts. (For inquiring minds, this is not anything related to the falling). He is quite okay right now, behaving as if he had never had a fever, still playful and cheerful. Seeing him play and hearing his happy sounds kind of takes off all the worries from my mind.

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What happened today?

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October 25, 2008

What happened?

The baby fell off the bed.

And then?

Mom let out a loud screech. After that, the baby cried as if to suggest that he was more scared at mom’s screech than the falling itself.

Who was the most sane person in the household?

The Dad. For he plunged into action and took the crying baby from the frightened mom who stood like a statue.

When all was well, what did the dad say?

It’s OK. All babies fall and Pappu has reached this ‘milestone’ today.

When all was well, what did mom say?

I was scared to death. But now that I think of it, it will make a good blog post.

So, what was the mom doing when the baby fell?

She was in the same room trying out her pre-pregnancy clothes, probably wondering when they will fit her again!

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Smile, baby, smile!

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October 23, 2008

Sometimes I wish I had robot eyes, or atleast a pair of James Bond inspired glasses, that contains an invisible high definition camera fixed to it. Really that’s what I need in my efforts to photograph my almost 6 months old. 

He gives his best smiles at times, and continues to do so for a long time, that I calculate is long enough for many nice pictures to be taken. I grab the camera in the quietest possible way I have ever known. But somehow he freezes the moment the camera is out, even if he is not seeing it.

Although this had started months back, I am getting more and more conscious of this habit especially because time is running too fast, and I wouldn’t be able to see this toothless grin for too long. Well, I really think I might not be around when he becomes toothless out of old age, do you?

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A far belated post…

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October 14, 2008

It’s quite too late, I know. This was what I got for my birthday, 4 months ago :-)

It is special for so many reasons.

Firstly, hubby surprised me with a perfect gift on the midnight of 9th july. It IS a big deal because hubby has never ‘surprised’ me with a gift. He is the person who smiles and says ‘how could I be sure of a gift you would love?’ and then takes me to a really expensive restaurant that we wouldn’t visit otherwise. He is the person whom I gave a list of ‘what women like for gifts’ a couple of months back. Well, it’s not a hint. Because I didn’t say ‘I’d like a doll’ or something. And, also, I did say ‘women like jewellery, gold and diamond ones’, which he didn’t give me. Why yes, he decides on his own!!!

Secondly, it is me. Yes, that’s what I call it as. The ‘me’ doll. It looks exactly like what I was at that time. The jewellery in the neck, ring in middle finger, the light coloured dress, a 2 month old baby in the hands, a wrapping blanket with lines in it, the black hair and everything. It was perfect!

It has been in the living room all these months, and I was looking at it everyday. Only yesterday I saw it and remembered that I do not have a picture of myself like this. In fact, we do not have much pictures of ourselves carrying the baby. We were so busy taking the baby’s photos that we forgot to include ourselves in it! One could say ‘so what’s the problem? you could take nice pictures of you now!’. The problem is that the baby is growing up too fast and he would no longer stay in our hands like this. Much less, to be wrapped in that blanket. He no longer likes to be swaddled. I do not even remember the last time I wrapped him in a blanket. Was it before a month or two?

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A Poop Story!

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October 13, 2008

Warning: Do not read if you hate to read about poop*

The baby hadn’t pooped for 3 days. Oh, we were so worried to see him stretch his arms and legs in pain and wail. I tried everything - home remedies, colic drops, massages, warm water, everything. He wouldn’t poop. It must be because of the cereals I was trying to force him to eat.

He was all cranky for the past 2 days. Nevertheless, we went to the department store yesterday. He wanted to be carried all the time and wouldn’t laugh much whatever we do. On the way back, I put him in the stroller because we had to stand in the train where he was chewing his teething rings.

All of a sudden, he started to laugh, aloud. He became too happy and everyone in the train was looking at us, out of curiosity. Hubby and I looked at each other, happy that our baby was happy. Then, as if by magic, it struck us a moment after we smelled it.

Oops. He pooped!!! Because it had happened before. When he hadn’t pooped all day and poops late, he smiles and becomes happy. So this is it. But he was laughing way tooooooo much. Then he must have pooped way tooooooo much too. I couldn’t wait to come home and change his diaper.

So we went to the changing station once out of the train and opened his diaper. It was clean… and nothing in it! It was such a false alarm. I dunno why! May be his wind drops worked. May be he passed gas that was smelly, and that must have relieved him way tooooo much.

We would have to go see the doctor and get a medicine for constipation. To keep with me just in case.. You know, my mother says it’s quite common in babies who are fed something other than milk. Well, another addition to my medicine chest!

Edited: Oh today he pooped while playing on the floor. It’s such a relief for me. I picked him in my hand and on the way to the bathroom, I was singing ‘so you pooped, baby you pooped’.

I had never been so happy see a poop! Infact, I almost said ‘Ooooooooohh thats a lot of poop… hmmmm yummy!’

(* Is someone gagging here? I told you not to read it if you hate poop stories!!!)

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5 months

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October 6, 2008

Dear Baby,

You will be 5 months old tomorrow. There is a lot going on around us. And there are still more, we are expecting any time soon.

You have mastered rolling over. You hardly lay on your back now-a-days. But you still do not know that you can roll back by yourselves when you do not want to be on tummy anymore. You also try to go near and grab anything that catches your attention. Somehow, you end up moving away from it all the time. You can move backwards and sideways, but not forward.

You have learnt how to grab things that are near your hands. At times I feel like eating those little fingers, those fingers that snatch anything within arms reach and bring it to your mouth … Hmmm… those yummy fingers…

Your favourite thing to look at is the good old ‘Winnie the Pooh’ ball, which I have no idea how it came in our house or whom it belongs to!!! You look at it and coo, first with delight, and then eager and then with an intense desire and impatience and start screaming. You move your lips and drool so much. Finally when it does reach your hands, you snatch it with both hands and start chewing on it like someone who hasn’t eaten in days.

You also love to look at the other baby in the mirror. You smile and converse with him and also enjoy the other me. I love the way your eyes brighten up when you look at me. You prefer looking at me and your dad over other things. That is, your ‘winnie the pooh’ ball excluded. Well, I should say you prefer looking at me and your dad rather than your linkable rings, stackable balls and rattles – sometimes.

When I put you in the carrier and go out, you just seem to forget me completely. Even if I go around for 1 hour, you will sit calm and contended, looking all over the world. Once in a while, you do look up at me and smile, as if you had been wanting to look at me all this while, which I somehow doubt.

You are still afraid of the pressure cooker whistle, to say the least. You freeze at the sound of the whistle and listen to it until it is over, your face turning from ‘surprised’ to ‘absolutely upset’ and then you cry. I do not quite understand why you are so unhappy. It becomes a hard task to raise your mood for you keep crying again and again.

You wake up a couple of times to nurse in the night. I changed my place in our bed to your right. Now, you have started turning to the right very well. You turn your head as much as possible in search of the nipple. This one day I woke up when you were trying to latch on to my elbow!!!

And there are these days when just sit, eat and read something on the computer while you lay on the floor, completely silent… *PAUSE* Completely silent? akbf;oiha[wrfi;aoghoi;afw!

I turn to look at you and you are there watching me intently. I don’t know if you have been smiling all the while. But you are smiling when I look at you. Your eyes bright and full of love. My heart breaks a little. But considering how forgiving babies are, I wish this moment would stay forever…

I love you my pappu…

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