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

Single-handedly raising Baby

Ever wondered where this term has it's origin from? It's of course, a mother, who's given this excellent epithet to her child raising abilities.
Allow me to explain.
While feeding or making the baby sleep (two things that occupy most of the first few months) you cradle the baby in one arm whilst your other one either rests on her back, patting her off to dozeland or is free- to drink water, pick up the phone, browse a few sites, check on the FB world and download a few apps.
All this, done single-handedly!!
No wonder mothers are dextrous at multi-tasking!!

The perfect moment

Not when you looked me in the eye and asked me to marry you.
Not when we went round the sacred fire and became each others keeper forever.
Not when we decorated our first house together.
Not when we took that trip abroad for the nth time.
Not when we took the first drive in our third car.

Only when i held our daughter in my arms and we swayed to the soft floating piano music in the background and she lay snugly against me.

The importance of being burrrped!!

Ever paid attention to that innocuous little involuntary expulsion of air after a satisfying (or maybe not so satisfying but maybe fulfilling) meal? The one variously and comically defined and redefined by the likes of Shrek? Yes, the burrp. Thats right- not burp, but burrrp in a baby's case. Very important if you value your sleep - an unburped baby will twist and turn under the covers making ugly faces at you for not fulfilling your complete meal duty and force you to yet take little toodles in your arms and rock her to sleep-at two in tbe night, even though you've spent the best part of twelve doing the same exercise twice already.
And when it happens, the burrrp i mean- a deep, guttural, full throated one, you cant help but grin and be satisfied and utter in amazement- thank you, for your kind co-operation, baby!

It's another day

Each day is a new challenge. Today you woke up smiling next to me I thought it would be an easy day- when I could catch up on twenty winks. Seems like you read my mind, baby, coz all you did was feed and doze for precisely ten minutes every hour starting from 1 o'clock. By 6, I was frustrated, edgy and tired. Then I looked at your tiny face and realised if I was feeling all this, you would be feeling ten times worse. When I rocked you in my arms and you finally fell asleep, I felt like the best mother in the world. Thank you, darling!