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My son turned 18 months

today and I would like to share a story of him, a story that is closer to my heart than the closest rib. We flew to India in November of last year to introduce the rest of the family to Vedh and to celebrate his birthday. For reasons I hate to acknowledge, Vedh and I had to fly back leaving behind Sravan. The minute it was just the two of us, I knew this journey was going to be anything but easy. He was possibly the best one yo one could fly with but then he was an one yo. All through the journey I didn't get to eat or take a nap or pee and to top it off I went through an excruciating two hours long immigration line with Vedh in the baby carrier, because he wouldn't sit in the stroller, and a backpack and a hand luggage and an empty stroller. We finally reached the Kansas City flight's gate and had a hour before the flight took off. After doing a mental calculation of the last time he had eaten, we went to the tiny bakery near the gate and got a slice of carrot cake, becau…
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Krishanastami

When he saw me in the evening, he gave me a kiss. After running around he said "Pe, mama do do do", which translates to, I want to watch the cartoon baby shark, please. How in the world will I not oblige. The plea continued more than a few times, each time followed by the rerun of "baby shark do do do".

After his dinner, he was ready for a bath and bed. He is not a fan of bath and just waits for the right time to signal his dad that he is "all done". He got dressed and ready for bed. The lights were turned off.

After a few minutes, he slides down from the bed, manages to find the door knob and open the door and leaves the room.He enters the room where I was folding his laundry and notices a pajama with penguins on it. He signals for the pajama, by making sure he adds ample of  "Pe"'s in the request. I oblige. He tries to put it on him and gets excited when I join to help him. 
He doesn't let his dad or me touch them penguins, tickles the…

From the time when he turned one.

My Dear Son, 
Happy Birthday! On the eve of your first birthday, I could write about the memories of this last year, the cesarean story, my tryst with breastfeeding and mastitis, the postpartum depression or about people's restlessness to put you in some bucket.But I can't, because I have something much more significant than any of that. 
You.  I can never forget the first glimpse of you and I think I will take it to my grave.  Your spirit.  There are days where I feel extremely low. On such days, I sit back and look at you and your father goofing around the home and my heart fills with joy.  The teacher in you.  Your father and I wrote a letter before you came to this world. When I look back, I think it was less of a letter to you and more of letter to the parents in us. Learning something from you has started there and is continuing.  Your laughter.  It lights up the place! You have no idea how much fun it is to hang around with you. And finally the way you sleep, like nobody's b…

The C-Story

Dec 12th, 2015 Insanely worried that I am not gonna go into labor on Dec 14th and they’ll induce me and because the start is through artificial means nothing is going to go the way I want.
Evening of Dec 12th, 2015 I and the husband were at the holiday party. Oh you don’t look that someone who’s is due in a day.  I still don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad thing. 
Night of Dec 13th, 2015 I woke up at 1 AM. I started getting contractions and started bleeding a little. At first I thought this is a temporary thing and is gonna go. Things can’t be this easy, I had pains but they weren’t unbearable.
Early hours of Dec 13th, 2015 We called up the doc and the doc asked us to go to the hospital. We were pretty excited. You are not really invited to the hospital until you are 5 cms dilated or so we were said in our maternity classes. We reached hospital, checkedin, posed for pictures and entered the triage room. After a few hours of triage I was sent home.
Morning of Dec 13th, 2015 We re…

2015 aka the Vedh year

Write about 2015 in 50 words. Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh Vedh
Write about the happiest moment of 2015 Vedh
-Vedh’s Mom!

31 and Me

How when we were few years away from 30 considered anyone on the other side to be old,boring and to be most probably leading a non-exciting monotonous life? Well the ignorance has now faded way. There has been a considerable change in me this birthday. Apart from being happily and heavily pregnant, I did not care for my birthday and that for somebody like me is saying something.  With 10s being busy watching the world, 20s spent on building my own world, I believe 30s are for laying back and putting your feet up and taking it all in. What saddens me though is people who are older than me get older and that they are going to leave me some day. That saddens me. I wish I could freeze them and time and so they’d stay the same. I think I need some more growing up to do to make peace with this way of life.
Until then, Me!