My Morning routine
Set the alarm for 5.00 AM.
Snooze it till 6.00 AM.
Walks like a zombie to the bathroom.
Splashes cold
water to the face.
Still
sleepy?
Pinches self.
Ouch.
Goes to
kitchen.
Loads body
with caffeine.
The never-ending “to do list”
Cook
breakfast & lunch
Load/unload
washing machine (Separate wash for baby clothes)
Put clothes
out to dry
Brooming
& Mopping
Clean
Bathrooms
Put dried
dishes to the respective cabinets
Fold dry
clothes
Make healthy
baby food
Wash / Disinfect
Toys
Clean the
high chair
Sterilisation
of baby bottles/containers
Wash dishes
Hand-wash
certain clothes
Finish this
post
Make a list
of groceries to be brought
Plan tomorrow’s
meals
& the
list is endless
Babies have a sixth sense
Babies can
read minds. Any attempt to eat in peace will have to wait. Ryan gets a signal
alert every time his amma takes that very first bite. For mother’s ‘Lunch is
best when served cold’
All things boy-ish
My new gen
baby is all about technology. He loves chargers, wires, remote, phones, plugs,
switches& anything with lights.
He is
totally into automobiles just like his dad. He is fond of wheels and anything
in motion.
Music is the
way to his soul. It is by far the only means to tame him. Keeping that in mind
I have learnt most of the nursery rhymes by heart. So much to the extent that I
find myself humming to these rhymes while taking a bath
Naptime
The real struggle
sets in when he resist going to sleep. Why isn’t he sleeping? I would totally
love to snuggle and sleep in those cosy baby blankets all day with no worries.
After singing countless nursery rhymes (&making up some) he goes to sleep
on my lap. The next herculean task is the transfer from lap to bed. This needs
to be done with German precision and delicate handling like a dental surgeon in
the middle of an instrument retrieval. Once that is done, get your pending work
done as much as possible. I call this the “golden hour” (sometimes minutes)
Fifteen
minutes later.
I hear
Ryan’s cry again. It will be the most precious pathetic cry. I see his cute
puppy eyes and immediately give in. I can’t let him cry. I comfort him singing
a few lullabies only to find those big eyes staring back at me. He is probably
thinking “ Amma , Why do you even bother? I have woken up. You can try your ”rock
a bye baby” some other time
Waiting for hubby
When Rohit
returns from work I pass our little king to him. I usually relax or take a nap.
LOL. Just kidding . I so totally wish. Instead I go to the kitchen and cook
dinner. After dinner hubs sing a few melodious songs to Ryan to which he
immediately falls asleep. Relief flood both our faces when Ryan is out for the
night.
....
....
Well, that’s
where we are wrong.
Because.....
Ryan is UP
AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Rohit attempts
to put baby to bed again. I will not see both of them emerge out of the room
for another half an hour to one hour depending on the baby’s mood. I sneak into
the room after washing dishes along with a final round of cleaning only to find
both of them sound asleep.
Now the struggle of whether I should go to
bed or actually do something for myself begins. Should I dip my feet in a
bucket of water while listening to music and searching for baby food recipes or
should I just sleep. I end up doing the latter.
I should be celebrating my freedom at this moment but nowadays sleep is
a luxury. ( It was once taken for granted).
Trip to the mall.
We pack our bag as if we are going to Mars. Always over pack ‘cause you
never know what you will need. Once you reach there then that’s when the
tantrums begin. Ryan sees anything fluorescent&
start screaming for it. You end up scolding your baby in public. After that you
better be ready to face all those hawking eyes of people who are scoring your
parenting skills.Ryan knows the word "NO" . I think all babies do. NO will probably be his first word before saying " appa" or "amma". If I say NO in a stern voice then the scream fest begins. His shrill piercing will burst open your ear drums Not only yours, whole of Bangalore and maybe whole of India.
BRUSH YOUR
SHOULDERS OFF
The public will always have something to say.If you scold your child they call
you strict. If you don’t scold they call him a brat.If you spend time with them they will say “let them be independent.
Don’t be possessive”. If they are left alone then they call you careless.
People will draw conclusions but don’t give ears to that. Brush
your shoulders off to the dirt you just confronted.
You know you are a good mother.
You don’t need to prove it to anyone. All moms are wonderful . Don’t let anyone
tell you otherwise. Parenting is done differently by everyone. There is no
right way to do it. So ,do it your way.
Points to be noted |
*Vomits can be projectile in nature.
* Say good bye to long earrings, pretty necklace, long nails(hygiene)
& open hair.
* You won't be able to engage in a phone conversation or video
call for longer than 8-10 seconds without interruption.
*While putting on a diaper /clothes your wrestling skills will beat the
Olympic winners.
* Babies send off gas bombs. Especially when there are guests around
leaving them thinking you are the culprit.
*Glass showpieces in our house are framed to shatter all of my nerves
leaving them in a state of anxiety
*I cannot remember what “ not tired” felt like.
*You can find ‘Fifty shades of grey’ under my eyes.
*Feeding Ryan a meal takes eternity
*Sometimes I feel like I’m the one who needs a diaper and a stroller
I’m an octopus
This juggling act between baby, cooking & chores makes me feel like
an octopus, I also came to the realisation that I can do almost everything with
just one hand. My arms yelp from
carrying him. Over the months I might
develop a few biceps without hitting the
gym.
Poverty stricken
tummy
I can hear my stomach growl at regular intervals. Breastfeeding a baby
makes me feel like the baby sucks out all the nutrients leaving me empty. This
makes me want to eat everything yet I have no time to eat anything. I open the
fridge. I see nothing interesting and instant. I close the fridge. I grab
myself an apple. Yes I’m good to go for another five hours.
Eagle eyes
Babies have eyes with invisible magnifying lens around it. They can see
that nano particle which you missed out to broom. The rate of speed at which it
goes to their mouth is faster than the rate at which you come running.
What goes on inside
my head
My baby is standing up. Yay! Another milestone. Wait will he fall and
bump his head
Is he going to climb that chair?
He is about to throw a ball at the T.V
He didn’t eat much today. Isn’t he hungry.
He has grown up so fast. When did this happen. Soon he will start
school. Will he have friends? ( I’m a hyperventilating OCD ridden mother .I
need to stop panicking.)
Weird things
friends say
1.
We never see you anymore
2.
Tried calling you
3.
You were a week late to reply to my texts
4.
You are not FUN anymore(Wait till you have a kid ; that’s when the FUN
begins
Take away
For the entire mom's out there I know it’s hard but you will
get through this period eventually and while at it share your adventures. It
helps to laugh out the frustrations. I want all the mother’s out
there to know that you are not alone. Once this stage is over you will miss it
dearly.For me there is never a dull moment with baby Ryan.
Tiring ?
Yes.
Worth it?
Absolutely.
Being a mother is worth every stretchmark and sleepless night. When I
look into the mirror I see a mother. It's the biggest honour, love and blessing.
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