I have come a long way..

I was chatting with my friend, when she slipped in a quick message “I am pregnant “.I was so excited , I called her up and we talked for a while, that got me thinking of my pregnancy and motherhood.
I enjoyed my pregnancy, except the initial hiccups of nausea, everything went great.I felt great, I was happy ,healthy ,pampered and to top it all was not losing a single strand of hair.
Contrary to that, motherhood didn’t come easy to me; I realized that my ideas of having a baby and a real screaming baby in my arms were not the same at all. Post partum recovery, sleepless nights, breastfeeding fiasco were hard and to handle.
From endless worrying about should the baby wear long sleeves to sleep ,will he feel hot at night , why is he crying now ,is he getting enough milk , should I feed him the infant formula, to sterilizing the sterilized milk bottles just to be sure ,to washing hands a thousand times for fear dreadful germs , to leaving him at day care , I have come a long way; my son has taught me a lot of things. I learnt that babies are strong, resilient little things .It doesnt matter if you have to feed them formula instead of breast milk they don’t love you less .All they care about is a full tummy, clean bottom and a constant dose of cuddles ,hugs ,kisses and love .They do forgive you for your mistakes , still love you and look up to you and run to you with open arms when you pick up them up from child care at the end of the day .I realize that I was never a mommy material but my son is teaching me how to be one. Wait a minute…seems like Wordswoth was right after all, I agree “The Child is the father of the man”

Fitting into the new shoes

is always hard for me, specially because of my big feet.Mommy shoes is definitely the toughest one I ever had on. The easiest one and the most fun is the sister shoes , it is all fun ,no responsibility and you get to irritate the hell out of your sibling. I digress .

Being a mommy is a tough job .It means sleepless nights,endless nappy changing,but it also means the toothless smiles,the sparkle in the eyes,the wobbly legs trying to walk,a cozy bundle to cuddle on chilly winter nights.

There is a new found respect for your parents ,like how the hell did they raise me ,sure they had a support system of grandma , uncles and aunt,but still.

You wake up in the middle of the night to the slightest whimper, to rock the baby back to sleep and wonder is this really you ,the same you who slept through a Tsunami ?

So many worries ,so many questions ,so much emotions filled the first year. I am glad and a little sad that my baby is officially a toddler now.No more the wrinkly little bundle whom I brought home a year ago.

In short, mommy shoes are stilettos, a little hard to squeeze the feet in, a little painful but definitely worth it. So here I go strutting ,bring on the year two.

ayoooooo....somebody there..give me a hand.

30 days..

You came 2 days late, looking very annoyed and screaming loud.

Angry at me for pushing you out ,angry at the harsh lights ,angry at strangers pricking and probing you.Later you came to me and stared at me and I didnt know what to say.That is how we started off,

You were quick ; you rolled over ,you crawled using your hands,then on knees,learned to sit,smiled your toothless smile ,learned new tricks ,clapped hands,danced to 'Hey Soul Sister'.

Now you read Mr Brown and is learning to walk and talk.

All I knew was ,I wanted a baby.You my darling is teaching me to be a mommy. Everyday you make me love you a little more ,if that was ever possible.

In another 4 weeks you will turn one,no longer mamma's little baby.Not fair at all ,the year flew by too fast.Happy 11 months little one.