The Mother-In-Law

I have been tagged by Shail, so here's my entry for Indusladies International Women's Day Blog Contest 

Last Night,

high on commentencouragement from this post, and one tall glass of cold coffee,the  new mom  was up till the wee hours , trying to get it right! She's not going to show you ALL her half filled pages, but she IS willing to take a chance on showing off 

Fruits of a really late night

Question: What do you get when there is

• One wide awake ,new mom lying in bed at night having had
• One strong cup of coffee the evening and also
• One tall glass of cold coffee a little later in the evening, next to
• One milk fed ,sleeping baby,lying on her left side with
• One ball pen in her right hand and holding
• One writing pad in the other hand, at an almost impossible angle,in a room lit by
• One dim bedside lamp

Some Memories of The Fourteenth Day of The Second Month of Years Past

Well, it's the 14th of Feb, and whether you're the cheesy ,mushy romantic type or not, greeting card companies and the so called "protectors of Indian tradition" have made sure that it's not a date day to be ignored. So in the spirit of not ignoring the day, these are my memories of the fourteenth day of the second month of some of the past six years.

In which an idea is imprisoned

In this day and age, what with the computer taking over all our correspondence, many of us, who are not in school or college anymore, have forgotten the pleasure of writing down  our ideas,using a pen and a piece of paper.

I began writing this (heavily edited) post on a small writing pad, because I was lying next to my sleeping baby and I couldn't go and sit in front of the computer to indulge my latest addiction (blogging , what else !). Why? Because as I mentioned in my last post , at bedtime,my baby's seek-milk-source alarm is activated, and should said milk source not be found at all times within the first few eyes-closed-pats of areas-within-podgy-arms reach, the wail-for-mom siren is activated at full-wake-up-the-neighbours-and-birds level.

I see from what I've written that I've digressed, just a little bit, so let me get back to the square one, the pleasure of seeing one's bird marks beautiful handwriting on paper. So tell me, how many of you, the addicted-to-blogging blog hoppers , carry a pen and writing pad with you, on a bus, car, in bed , to the throne...you get my drift .

Well, until recently I didnt, because it never occured to me (yes, yes Im slow) and the only other blogger I've seen in action, namely my father ,just has to sit in front of the Computer, for poetry and prose to come traipsing down his brains, via his fingers and the keyboard to  obligingly climb on to his blog. I know I am not in the same league as him, but I do like to express myself , and it would be nice if atleast the prose would be half as obliging!

For The Artimator

Dear Artim, 

The following are somethings we, your not-so-humble,bumbling slaves wish you would consider-

• Mamma's giving you what you like best, so please ,while she's giving it to you, would you please not look at the phone behind you...it hurts mamma more than you'll ever know!  And that zonked out ,high on a belly full of milk look is for mamma only, baba can have the messy food smeared smiles when HE feeds you that-horrible-gloop-that-he-wouldnt-touch-with-a-barge-pole-otherwise.

Two bottles of beer on the wall

It's Sunday after all...

 

Okay, so the beer is long gone ;)

Like what you see, come take a closer look.

Dealing with Infertility

I love the Internet. I like to read. I like talking to people.Thats why I hop from blog to blog .Sometimes , what I read moves me enough to comment, possibly share something intensely personal. Today, I chanced upon this post by a very popular blogger and had to comment.Why? because she touched upon a few things which are very personal to me, namely, dealing with infertility.If you came here from there, looking to read more about my brush with infertility, read on.

I remember trawling the net obsessively for hours about some advice or support in an Indian context,and found precious little. I am not a medical professional and I am not offering you any medical advice.This is my personal experience, which I will share , not for the purpose of advertising a particular clinic or doctor(I’ll tell you if you ask),but only to give  a measure of support, to someone who’s going through it from, as the mad momma puts it, “someone who’s been there”.
Why do I care? Because I know how hard it is to explain this to the best of friends,or loving ,concerned parents , who while trying to “cheer you up” sometimes end up saying things that you wish they wouldn’t.

So, if you’re going through infertility or something like it, and would like to hear about my experience, you can email me .

Edited to add after being unable to give a satisfactory answer to a reader's query about adoption

If you are thinking about adoption, here are a few links to blogs written by people who've
been there , and done it

http://starsinmeyes.wordpress.com/2009/12/21/adoption-is-not-choosing-a-child/

http://starsinmeyes.wordpress.com/2009/11/27/what-you-didnt-know-about-adoption-in-india-1/

http://lifeandtimes-sangi.blogspot.com/2009/12/adoption.html

 
  

The joys of motherhood

Morning

goooooooodmawninnng chweetheart...hooose mammas chweethaaart, yoo are,yesh yoo aar

Afternoon

Yank my hair one more time and I'll......awwwww you really are a cute little monkey arnt you,give 

mamma a kiss.

Middle of the night

BABY!! sleep!! no no NO dont do that....no mamma is not giving you any more.....hush close your eyes

SLEEP you little monkey or mamma's gonna.....aaaaagggghhhhh dont pull mamma's hair!

Fine thats it!!! Play with your toys, do whatever you want, mamma's going to sleep.

Middle of the  night plus thirty minutes ,

Papa -blissfully asleep,mamma- staring red eyed at the computer screen ,

fatfeetmcdrooly- discovering the taste of his pillows!

Ah, the joys of motherhood!