11 Months

Last year this time, I spent too much money eating salmon on buttered toast every single morning for a couple of weeks. It’s the only thing I wanted. Sophie and I spent the days lazing after a very slow walk (she took me for a walk I think) with a break at the lake so…

Pokes and Pain

As of today, K has got six needles worth of anti-bodies into both bum cheeks, 2 each that began from the first of August. First off, I just want to put out there to the universe how proud a Mamma I am for how he handled it. These three days over the last couple of…

Window Seat

Today, for a brief couple of minutes, I shared my beloved window seat on the train into the city with my son. For those fleeting moments, he experienced first-hand what it’s like to sit and be amazed by the flashing picture of colour, of blurry life, natural and man made, on land, water and air,…

Nenjakulle: The Ear Worm Series

After many months, K and I were listening to this sweetest of Tamil songs on repeat as a lullaby for his morning nap. Tamil, my mother tongue is a beautiful language. I don’t have the understanding to appreciate it the way it deserves and I wish that was different, but that rant is for another…

Being a Milk Machine

The first week of August is World Breastfeeding Week and the entire month is National Breastfeeding Awareness month in the States. I write about this at the close of the month because it reflects the same stage of my breastfeeding journey. I only briefly read about lactation and latching and all that jargon before giving…

Plans and Un-plans

It’s been a tough week. K got his first vaccinations and coincidentally also dealt with the sprouting of two pearly whites. H was working full-time until day before so it was me at home with the kids, for most part. Sophie, my sweet, darling girl is so intuitive. She knew something was up the moment…

Pick Me Up

For 18 months, I’ve been carrying my baby. Full-time for the first nine and now sharing that with H. There is responsibility in carrying someone. The first and most important thing to remember is to make sure you’re strong enough to do it. I’ve worked, still working very hard to be strong to hold and…

A Pregnancy Old

Nine months. K has officially spent more time outside in the world than when I carried him inside my body. How time flies! This is said a lot – the days are long and the years are short. I couldn’t agree more. Where have these nine months gone? That little, wrinkled bobble-head who stayed in…

Father’s Day

“I believe that what we become depends on what our fathers teach us at odd moments, when they aren’t trying to teach us. We are formed by little scraps of wisdom.” ― Umberto Eco This morning started with H writing a condolence note to a childhood friend. Said friend has lost his father. As I watched…

All Aboard the Mothership

A year ago, my peach-sized embryo was turning into a fetus. It was wonderful feeling of anticipation to be part of Mother’s Day because I was theoretically already there. This new role has given me a clarity I have never had before and I wish I could put it aptly into words. It has given…