Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Monthly Milestones: Tish turns two

Posted by rageofacommonner at 10:07 PM 0 comments
At the risk of sounding cliched(where's that accent aigu sign key when I need it ?) , I must say time flies. Today Tish is two months old. Here's the story so far :

25th Feb : Tish transmigrates from elysian fields to her transitory earthly habitation ( aka Max hospital noida)

28th Feb : Tish gets a grand welcome home in typical Indian style with Tilak and Thali .

3rd March : Tish's first traditional function ( called sonder in Kashmiri) is held. Tish sleeps through the whole function clinging to her papa like a monkey but still manages to get overstimulated, leading to whole-night-bouts-of-crying .

April,Ist week : Tish gets bored of smiling in her sleep and smiles at a human ( her granny ).

April , 1st week :Tish starts answering her granny with oohs and aahs ( Ma's still waiting for her smile ...grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!)

April ,2nd week : Tish takes pity on her Ma and smiles at her ( though Ma is still confused whether the smile was directed towards her or the nearby wall).

April , 2nd week : Tish learns a weird on-the-back crawl , where she manages to move herself from one place to another by pushing her bottom ( I seriously dont know what that's called)

April,3rd week :Tish turns two..................................


Sunday, April 21, 2013

The Pacifier paradox

Posted by rageofacommonner at 2:46 AM 0 comments
The day Tish turned a week old( technically, the night ) , she cried and cried and cried herself to sleep .
She cried 6 hours non-stop , where her frenzied parents tried everything from feeding,burping,changing, applying aeosphetida,crying along with her ...but nothing worked.
Next day someone dropped in at home ( you know, one of those people who have an opinion on everything under the sun)and suggested using a pacifier.
"Our cousin uses it , and her baby is the most well -behaved baby you ever saw"
Not bothered about well -behaving ( I never was well -behaved,why expect it from my child?)but seriously short on a shut-eye, I asked my hubby to get the miracle pacifier.

What he brought in looked like a colorful nipple.
"This is exactly whose idea of a pacifier? Is my child so dumb that she will take it for a breast?" I wondered aloud.
So when the witching hour arrived and baby started to wail, the pacifier was dutifully put into the her mouth and we closed our eyes, waiting for dreamland to engulf us.
All I could hear was gulp,gulp gulp.
I opened my eyes and looked at our baby. She looked like an angry waif who had been gagged forcefully ... I could almost swear that she would have cried ,if her tear ducts would have been functional.

"This dosen't look right " I said
" Don't feel guilty , she just needs to suck on something. That calms her.Thats why its called pacifier."

I looked at our baby, the anger in her eyes escalated;she spat the pacifier out and cried at the top of her voice.

" I told you she can't be fooled." I said drily, but that angry and helpless look kept hovering in my mind.

Next night ,even though my mind protested, we tried with the pacifier again and succeded.

In the morning, I woke up with a bad dream where I had gagged my child and she was crying for help while I  slept unawares.
That was when I  decided that the spurious nipple would never again go into my daughter's mouth . If she needs to be calmed, we will find another way .

Meanwhile, the said cousin visited our place.The way she kept putting pacifier back into her kid's  mouth made me feel like it would be better if she surgeried it to his face.

Everyone sees a successful mother in her, whose child is never in the lap and never cries.
What I see is a child devoid of his mother's arms' security,  his emotions curbed with a fake boob.

My child clings to me.If that's bad behaviour, I don't care . Like I said earlier,I wasn't very well-behaved but my mum loved me anyway. I will do the same.

She cries . I am human enough to understand that sometimes she might cry of boredom, but most of the times its for a reason.So I try to understand what's ailing her

Anyway, the good news is that she has learnt to self -soothe herself. She puts her whole hand in her mouth for a few seconds. So I think the war against pacifier can be continued.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Your Baby!!!!

Posted by rageofacommonner at 7:09 AM 6 comments
Those few moments are brandished in my memory ...
I am lying on the operation table in a foetal position...chanting some kind of mantra in fear wondering how painful the dreaded injection to spine will be ...seems it's done and I am now flat on my back.
The  shadows around me are shouting to each other while I concentrate on the harsh lights above.. I can't feel any pain so the injection must have started taking effect..
My doc's shouting instructions to people around must have begun ..
It seems just a few seconds later that I see someone rushing from the corner of my eye towards  my left  with a baby ...It can't be mine ..I think ...Its just been a minute , hasn't it?
The baby is being rushed towards a table where they force a water jet through her and she cries a hoarse wail .

And I am wondering whose child is she.
Split second later , a cherub is waved over my head
"Your baby ", someone says.
I am speechless.
They are waiting for my reaction .
"Is it a boy or a girl ?" I muster.
" See for yourself" and they remove the coverlet.
"Oh ! Its a girl" I hear myself say , and then I am lost in some kind of stupor.

Throughout that stupor I am thinking ...
" Now I am a mommy ...and I have a daughter..a new best friend ...I am so fortunate...we will share everything ...we will gang up against everyone...we will develop our secret language...we will play our own games...we will....."

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