I hate to admit it but every year I dread the monsoons. It warms my heart that my son still loves to play in the rain just like he did when he was a toddler, yet I lose sleep over all the diseases that come along during the rainy season. Apart from viral infections, the scarier ones are like chikungunya, dengue and Zika and some which we don’t even know the names of. I have seen some of my friends suffer specially from chikungunya and still complaint of joint pains even after months of apparently recovering from it. On top of that symptoms like fever, rash, joint pain, joint swelling and muscle pain are common among all. Continue Reading
All of us know that breastfeeding a baby at least for the first six months of her/his life is most crucial and important thing for a mom to do. A mother’s breast milk is tailored specially to suit her baby’s needs. It contains antibodies that can help your baby fight off viruses and bacteria.
But benefits of breastfeeding are not limited to just for that period of time, it helps a child much later in life, too! It can help children avoid a lot of diseases that strike later in life, such as type 1 and type 2 diabetes, high cholesterol, and inflammatory bowel disease and high blood pressure! Now, why would you want to increase the risk of your child being sick by not breastfeeding? Among other perks are a developing a better understanding and bond with your baby, a better recovery for the mommy and it’s easier than other methods! Continue Reading
There have been a couple of times that as a blogger I have been given the opportunity to write about hospitals, however, I have not taken it on the basis of no experience. However, when I got the opportunity to write about Rainbow Hospitals, I gladly took up the assignment as I delivered my son at their Banjara Hills, Hyderabad clinic. And honestly, it took me some time to gather my thoughts as it has been over 9 years since I delivered.
I had a very bad experience with the initial two clinics (I don’t remember their names anymore) I visited as I was new to Hyderabad. A part of my pregnancy was spent in Delhi and the gynecologist put me on a high protein diet, the only problem being that it wasn’t from natural sources. Due to extreme nausea, I was having a tough time dealing with protein intake, apart from my regular food. As I wasn’t keeping too well a friend asked me to try Rainbow (at that time relatively new) as it was a specialty mother and child clinic. And I’m so glad that I did. Continue Reading
I have been very guilty lately. After 7 long years of not working and only nurturing, I had decided that I will work from home so I can be around my son. I tried my hand at commercial baking and didn’t enjoy it as much. I switched to handling social media content as a freelancer. The work gives me a lot of flexibility and leaves me with enough room for my blog. Sharing my life experiences is what sustains my soul. At the same time, the blog takes a lot from me. I need to attend events for ideas, do shoots and be on the go. I feel guilty about not baking enough, cooking enough, keeping the house beautiful, keeping my accounts updated, the list is endless. On top of that as much as I try, the ‘you-don’t-spend-enough-time-
I was sold the moment I heard about a mini city built for kids where they get to have fun by role playing and by getting to do all the things that adults do. There are no video games and no rides. Upon arrival (because it’s built like an airline arrival counter), we bought our tickets and were handed our “boarding passes” and went to the immigration counter to check-in to KidZania. At immigration, each of us were given an electronic tag, which they scanned every time Kabir did an activity and the tag also helps the mom or dad to track their kid(s). Continue Reading
Every now and again there are moments that define us. These may not be massive, life-altering events. They could be everyday occurrences that throw light on who we are or what we have become. The realisation is as immediate as it is striking. I had one of those days recently which I know will alter some aspects of parenting for me forever.
Kabir was out for a picnic with his friends yesterday. It was a nice sunny winter afternoon. He was practically on his ripstik for 3 hours out of 4. Instead of coming back home from the picnic, he decided to play for 3 more hours in the society park. I don’t think there is anything better than free play, that too outdoors, for a child, so I let him be. He came home tired and devoured a full plate of chicken fingers at such speed that I was surprised he left the bones. Then came the tough part of getting him to do his dreaded Hindi homework and practice for dictation. Kabir hates Hindi and I suck at it so I happily passed on the task to my dad. But you can’t ever escape being a mother, can you?
Mistake 1 – He kept asking for dinner and I thought he’s making an excuse to escape homework, he’s done that in the past. In any case, how can one still be hungry after having so much chicken! It’s protein, isn’t it supposed to fill you up? He was cranky, unmanageable and pretty much refused to write a single word. I scolded him at the top of my voice while feeding him dinner (feeding him is something I rarely ever do) and despite my bitter words, he cheered up. I was proud of myself for being a ‘good’ bad cop.
In retrospect I realised it wasn’t my scolding that did it, it was food going into his system which did the trick. Yes an 8 year old, after playing for 7-8 hours, can be that hungry. And I thought I knew it all!
Mistake 2 – Kabir asked for a break after finishing his first bit of homework. I refused to oblige. And then he started complaining about pain near his waist. Since I was fuming already, I didn’t believe him and thought he is complaining of a stitch probably because of all the food he gobbled up so quickly. But no he wasn’t. He lifted his tee and there was a big fresh wound from his fall at the park.
I thought I will never fall in to this trap of disregarding something just because it is a child who is saying it. But I did. A lesson I wouldn’t forget for a long time to come.
When I got pregnant (really really long back that is) and people got to know that I’m, something around me had changed. My every single step was closely watched by people who genuinely care and people who don’t.
Everyone had an opinion and they made it a point to let me know. It was all about how healthy/pale I looked, how I plan to give birth (natural or c-sec), how prepared I was to nurture the baby, do I plan to breastfeed or not, chose cloth nappies over diapers, plan to cradle the baby to sleep or let it cry itself to sleep, the list was endless. But even after 8 years of giving birth some of those things have stayed with me.
My pregnancy wasn’t very pleasant and I had gestational diabetes in the 3rd trimester. I was stupidly hell bent on giving birth naturally because I wanted to prove a lot of people wrong (that I was too thin so c-sec is the only option! and I fell for it!). I managed alright with epidural to my rescue. I was lauded for having a “normal” delivery. And I wonder why and how “natural” became “normal”. Aren’t we being condescending towards women who have to or choose c-sec over natural birth? And what did I do special by giving birth the way it should be that it became special? “Natural or c-sec?”, why do we women ask each other this very irrelevant question?
Because of post-delivery complications, I had a HB count of 5 and I was on strong medication, I could hardly breastfeed. My son refused to latch on, no matter how hard I tried. I finally gave up (after pumping milk from my breasts after a month) as I wasn’t getting any rest I needed to recuperate. I would have killed myself if I hadn’t stopped trying. But everyone around me (including strangers in a mall) started looking down upon me like I was committing the biggest crime in the world by putting my son on formula. It took me months to get over that guilt.
During the whole process of pregnancy and giving birth, a woman is struggling with so much – getting to know organs that she didn’t know existed, engorged breasts, continued bleeding, a stomach which looks like a burst balloon, stretch marks, smell of curdled milk, sleep deprivation, baby’s farts (which can be quite explosive), it’s all so overwhelming and at least one thing we can do is be tolerant, keep our opinions to ourselves (unless we see someone doing something which a hazardous to the mother and/or baby) and let her experience her own journey the way she wants to. At some point, aren’t we all in the same boat in any case?
Now that the “running season” has started and most of us are out on long runs during weekends, it got me wondering how our kids really view us and our running. What exactly is their perspective on this little hobby of ours! So I asked ten runner moms and this is what their little ones had to say. I can’t deny I had fun making this post. Cute and candid responses 🙂
Vaishali Kasture Son (7) – Mom runs because it makes her very happy.
Seema Pillai Daughter (11) – “Office is boring – so you want to have some fun”. Son (13) — ” Because you want to be fit and happy”.
Priyanka Sehgal Mehta Son (8) – because she wants to be fit. Daughter (5) – because she wants to bring medals and certificates home.
Preeti Daughter (11) “My mom suffers from a disease known as mad person disease. She claims she runs to keep the craziness away. Which sort of proves my point about mad person disease. My message to all you kids out there who have moms who run – I feel you”
Sangeeta Son (11) Because she likes to run and so that no clothes are SMALL for her.
Sonia Son (11 ) She is always running against time to manage home and work. Now she runs on roads to help her remain fit, release her tension and encourage others.
Tanya Daughter (4.5) – She likes to run because she likes to eat well and sleep well and then become strong.
Nipa Daughter (10) – to escape from her kids, but we always catch up. Son (8) To stay healthy and be able to keep up with us.
Sayuri Son (10) because she not get angry on me. 2) because she likes to wear running clothes. 3) because she like to be fitness.