A pinch, a cramp and the slip

Just like women come in different shapes and sizes, our opinions and goals also unalike, especially when it comes to our bodies suddenly we’ve a hidden avatar that creeps out. Adapting to change is hard, some of us do it effortlessly and others more paced.

At every stage in life we go through so much change it’s hard to just be. After some squeamish effort and self acceptance we fall in love with ourselves before another unforeseen change. And the circle of life goes on. Everything happens underneath that pretty smile we put on.

For example, there’s some of us who can’t wait to get married and some had no other choice but to marry (family requirements or you’ve been dating your partner since time immemorial). And let’s not talk about those who aren’t hitched yet. They love their right to live peacefully and would gouge your tongue out if you were to ask the dreaded question, ( you know what).

I wasn’t raised by austere parents and grandparents but I still felt a cramp in my stomach as I said “I Do”. It dawned on me that I wasn’t going to be alone anymore, I had a roommate for life, the one I picked myself. To me that meant; Lots of learning. After 28 years I’d finally know if I fart in my sleep, the embarrassing truth I didn’t want to learn. (I get embarrassed easily)

I Do ! And I will do it over and over with you !

I was on a string being a newlywed. Life wasn’t a bed of roses ! Whoever says so is either lying or not married. Or maybe, when looked at with fresh set of eyes, a whole new perspective shows up. It’s a feeling of sitting on prickly twigs but that itch in your behind was so irresistible, you carry on seated. Let’s take a moment to visualize that.

That’s us 5 months postpartum

The wild one !

My 37 weeks of pregnancy I prayed with all my heart, that I have a healthy child and be a reflection of my husband but with a twist of naughty, (my husband is a legit doll) naughty within reason of course. I liked a fun change, not go to combat.

And you can imagine my excitement, with every little of my specific prayers answered. A month postpartum, My husband and I were living with a mini clone of my husband with that spark of mischief in his eyes.

Just like that a year past by, it’s been a fun year being a mum to a naughty little boy. It gave me a purpose at the break of dawn, I felt responsible for shaping a human being. I found immense joy in knowing that impact I’m making.

So I was all onboard teaching him to be nice, he’s bound to be naughty but cute. As long as, a child isn’t destructive naughty is the most adorable.

The cake smash

A story of my child completely embarrassing me with good behavior. Yes we want our child’s behavior to correspond our parenting skills. Pitifully, they are often like those Kinder egg surprise toys, What do you do with them? We are left dumb struck because they maybe the best behaved when no ones looking but behave shamelessly rotten at an office party or in an airplane or vice versa in my case at his birthday party my doll, was super well behaved even when I wanted him to loosen up, he looked at me like I was insane. (Reference picture below)

Supposed to be a cake smash

26th April 2019, we had our closest friends and family.

We didn’t have a big crowd, 15 adults and 6 kids at best. He was in such good behavior I was pleased but when it was time for the cake, I had to beg him to sit in front of it. A kid that would love to pick dirt off the floor (the floor I clean thrice a day) refused to look at hundreds of sprinkles on the white cake. With a look on his face, “You want me to put my hand in this Cake? Like through it?, Are you sure, mother?”

That cake, I obsessed over and convinced my friends who loves to bake, bake a cake that was eggless, sugar free, without coloring and other fun stuff. A baby friendly cake, so he isn’t hyper at his party.

Well for the state of that cake, it was poked once but remained unsmashed and turned into breakfast the next day.

Seven to seven, story of a little boy who is just a little over 7 months old

There’s a lot of fun things I learnt were possible to do with a baby who hasn’t decided to sit yet, 2 weeks ago he curled to one side and I sprung out of my seat, grabbed my phone, I’d been waiting to get him to roll to his tummy (I had to record it in action and update all my friends and family, put it on the evening news maybe). You won’t even imagine the number of times I jumped with my phone, just to seat myself back again.

A few weeks down and we’ve made some serious progress, he will sit provided he’s been well propped. Yay ! Sometimes he has these (rare) moments of adventure, where he’ll sit for a couple seconds by himself.

Our biggest adventure for the month was our first flight to India with Nuggy. I admit, we coped better than I expected. Now I walked into the airplane imagining a full fledged baby orchestra.

Why would you put all the babies in one location ? It’s hard enough to put a baby down for a nap, then maintain that status of slumber when it’s just the one baby at home. The rest of the guests are busy binge watching something or sleeping with the headset on. Spread these babies around. The last thing I want is another baby cry when mine’s asleep or vice versa (super awkward). But, ‘sef was just a champion traveler. I think out of pity for me, he just napped undisturbed and cooed, giggled at the crew.

I’m home no longer than a day and vacation is On ! But first, a haircut. We had a team of 4 distractors, a hair dresser and I acted as a seat; some spectacle.

‘Sef was showered with love, presents and blessings. The best of all, I was blest with good nights sleep. Josef was a 7 AM to 7 PM baby. The Indian weather, family and grandparents home all suiting him well.