Too much of a good thing?

This time I've broken off from my regular mommy posts to ponder a bit on this. When well meaning relatives decide whats 'best' for you- and keep doing the same thing over and over again- what do you call it? Foolhardiness? Shortsightedness on their part or just plain stubbornness? And when, you decide not to say anything- not because you can't, but because you are too well mannered to, are you solely to blame for the anguish you heap upon yourself?

The best gift!

Having a baby is the best gift one can give oneself. 
It calls for a complete overhaul of one's body, a complete renewal of faith in your spouse and trust in your household helps. 
Finally you realise what your mum must have felt when you rebelled against her in those teen years. What your dad must've gone through when you returned home late- I'm still at the frustration of you're-not-eating- enough stage.
It's interesting to have a baby because you see the world in a new light. Suddenly mundane things like eating food take on a new meaning as you introduce the first morsel of solid food to your baby. All things surrounding you appear in a new light- the light of discovery through little eyes, framed by curly eyelashes. 
My daughter is just 5 months yet & these have been the best months of my life. 
As one of my friends- another new mommy- wrote in her blog- the baby happened so she could live- MY baby happened too, so I could re-live my life.
Love you, my baby!

21 Weeks

Today my sweetest, best friend- my daughter, turns 21 weeks.
These have been the most tumultuous 21 weeks of my life, with nothing- I repeat nothing- even measuring close to the blissfulness and helplessness I feel at times.
21 weeks- of watching a tiny fist grow to a well manoeuvred hand.
21 weeks- of seeing phases of not eating, not sleeping and then finally experiencing heaven when my best friend falls asleep on my shoulder
21 weeks- of seeing a baby transform into my closest ally who is the best listener in the world- she even acknowledges my rants with appropriate squeals or grunts!
Love you, my daughter- my best friend.
PS- she is my best friend for home. For outside, it is still my younger sister, without whom my world is incomplete.

Love grows

You are growing each day. Just like a little plant, I see new leaves each day. Fresh green tiny new leaves. Wow.
You amazed me when you turned over two weeks ago. I'd gone to the kitchen to get a sip of water and when I returned, you'd turned 360 degrees- head up, shoulders up, looking proudly at the world with your new perspective.
Your father and I were the proudest parents that day.
Or, that day, soon after when you giggled as I made funny noises about planes and 'pessure coookers'- and cackles with laughter as we played 'Up up and away'
Or the other day when you decided to pull yourself up to sitting position holding my hands.
Or, going further, pulled yourself upright.
Or how you tug at the safety harness of your bouncer with tiny hands and lift your head, wanting to be lifted out of that thing!
Each day, I fall a little more in love with you.
It could be when you inspect your fist from all angles before popping it in your mouth, or how you lift both your legs in a dancing pose...
Is it possible to love someone so much, in such short a time?

Love you, my 15- week wonder

15 weeks earlier to this day, I was in the throes of a long and tiresome labour, drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming about parks and waterfalls while spasm after spasm continued to hit me in great waves.
Today- 15 weeks later, with a cute cherub who has eyes like the ocean with lights, cheeks as soft as cottonball and fingers as cute as cuteness themselves, do I remember the pain?
No!
All I remember are the happy memories she's created for me so far. How that space in my heart, which is all hers, aches with tenderness when she looks at me with amazement as I sing to her. How round her eyes become as I softly gurgle nothings in her ear, how they follow me across the room... How right she feels in my arms- like she and I were made just right for each other.
I love you, my 15-week wonder!

A different target!

From Sales value to milk ounces!
Never has the journey of motherhood been so fulfilling! This is chasing targets of a different kind. From sales value in Rupees to milk volume in ounces. If baby takes in more than the targeted volume it's a wow feeling- and to see those cute cottony cheeks billow out a little more is the best feeling any mum can get!

Three months of unparalleled bliss

I say unparalleled because it's a bit like love and hate colliding. Never before in your life would you have felt such contrasting emotions. Like how your want for sleep will be subdued by her need for you at 3 am. Like how those achy knees will disappear once she's in your arms, wanting to be rocked to sleep. Like how you'd be drenched in sweat from roaming around endlessly with her in your arms, only to be rewarded by the snug, soft bundle purring away in appreciation of some household appliance. Like how you'd sacrifice your own basic stuff- combing your hair & applying nail polish to scrub her dirty nappy.
Three months of unparalleled bliss.
Three months of loving that small doll called Raania