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HEADSUP: This is going to be a baby obssessed mother's rant about her baby!! This was supposed to be a facebook post or a short Instagram story. But the more I thought about it, the more it hit me.  "The purest form of love is not a mothers' but it is that of a child" I know, I know I've said it before, but the more real something seems to me, the more I want to write about it. My kid is almost 2, and every single day, atleast a hunderd times I feel the purity of his love. Scientifically, a kid is a parasite that grew in your uterus, sucked out all the calcium from your bones and latched on in there till it was ready to deal with the world. And even then, he stayed latched on to you everytime he needed nutrition and your selfless body knew exactly how to take care of his every growing demand. So why do I call his love so pure? His nutrition sucking parasitic love. Sometimes I wonder if its just the hormones which make me fall more in love with my parasite or is he

“Sometimes I feel like a supermom and sometimes like a disaster waiting to happen,” said every working mom ever. What? Don’t look at me, I have been a working mom for less than a month, and this one almost-month has been one hell of a roller-coaster ride (I say that too often, don’t I?) Well, for all of you who don’t know, mommy got herself a job this month. Obviously, mommy’s obsession with baby did not let her go out get a regular job, so she is doing a stay at home, but pretty time consuming and challenging job. When you want to get that every minute of complete concentration on your work while your baby sleeps, you don’t sit on the study table that you were so keen on turning into your home office or outside your bedroom on the huge airy, with-an-excellent-view-of-nature terrace, the former coz you can’t risk waking up your baby with the clanking of the laptop keys or your stupid hushed voice over calls, and the latter because the time you might take to come back when yo

When you begin to realize how important you are to your baby do you feel like this is how he says he loves you? You are the most important person to them. You are all that they want, all that they can’t live without. You might not realise that they love you more than you love them. Or atleast just as much. Their world revolves around you, they can’t even sometimes spend an hour without looking at you. You are their first thought every morning and their last every night. The first person they think of when they find something exciting.   The one they want to show their favourite toy to and the one they want to be held by when they fall. You were once their food factory too. You are their mother, their best friend, their hugging pillow, their comforter. You are the person they scan a room for. The purest most unadulterated form of love is not the one a mother gives her baby, it is the one her baby gives her. Well, I for one have adjusted my babies schedule to fit my needs and

It’s a tradition that we have been following, the letter writing. At least one letter on every special occasion. Ofcourse I will tell my baby stories about his childhood when he grows up, but this feeling of unimaginable, heart exploding love I feel for him is worth documenting from time to time. So here goes, a late first birthday letter to my little man, the best baby in the whole universe, the most perfect son, the one who makes me count my blessings…. Hey Abu Baby.. Yes, that’s what I’m calling you these days. I can’t believe you are already a year old. You are so much bigger now than the little new-born we were waiting to meet at the hospital. I used to fear holding the tiny you back then. Scared that I will mess you up. You were so little and so fragile. Now you are my big big boy who laughs or at least smiles every time I look at him. Your eight perfect teeth. The squint of your joyous eyes. The way your cheeks rise. God!! I love it when you smile. I have neve

It’s my baby’s half birthday today. He turned 6 months old. The past 6 months have been a roller coaster ride. The best ride of my life. With him, I have discovered who I truly am, how patient I can be and the limits my love and selflessness can cross for another person. Every moment of the past 6 months has been so special that it deserves to be engraved in our memories forever. To my little munchkin…. Hey Abdul Wahid, You turned 6 months old today, as I write this letter. The past 6 months have been the best half year of my life. I want to recall and freeze every little moment of the past half year in my mind. The first month, you were this tiny little new-born, who just slept and cried and fed and pooped and back to sleep. All my memories of you from your first month include me staring at you as you peacefully slept, missing you when you were in fact right in front of my eyes, yet dreading you waking up and start wailing again. I felt so overwhelmed as every

Hey Baby, Today was a particularly exhausting day! I felt so helpless and tired, so alone. Your dad had been very busy. It is the worst part of my day when he is busy. Even if he is sitting right next to me (which right now he is), I miss him. So, I made him stop whatever super important and super urgent thing he was doing. I told him, “You’re my everything, how can I function if you stay so busy all the time?” Then touching my tummy to feel your presence, I said, “Our baby isn’t even born yet! How long will he make me wait! You are both the same!” I said angrily and turned away hiding my tears. I have always been a very emotional person, you see. But ever since you came into the picture, I have become even more emotional. In that moment as I was sitting, staring out of the window at the beauty of the rain, I found myself even more sad. I missed you. I hadn’t even seen you yet, you don’t even have a name. All that assured me of your existence was your tiny little bod

23 rd   June 2018.   10:47pm .  Hello lil one,  I just saw your movement for the first time today, not more than a few seconds ago. I have been feeling you twist and turn inside me for a few weeks now, your presence getting stronger every day. Your dad had been desperately trying to feel you move, but he couldn’t. Today you have been moving pretty rapidly.   I was hoping he could feel something today. His eyes light up and I can actually see his excitement when I tell him you’re moving (I don’t know what he is like when you read this, but at the moment, your father never shows his emotions). So, you must realize how much it means to him when he hears me brag about you moving. He feels really left out somehow. Let’s get to the actual reason that led me to write to you in the first place. Well, I had planned to document every step of your journey right from the very beginning. But it was difficult manufacturing you. Very energy consuming. So today when you were moving really

Today I experienced my first ever experience of pregnancy constipation. Yea, this blog is going to be completely TMI. STAY WARNED! So, I am sitting there, visiting for the 3 rd time, hoping to finally get my business done. And then, my baby starts moving. I’m like “Dude, don’t you know I hate to miss your movements, but I am trying to concentrate here”. Now in a dilemma, I am wondering what I should concentrate on, and suddenly things begin to go all smoothly. I’m like “Wow! Was my baby trying to help me or what!” And suddenly a little voice in my head (which I believe was my baby telepathically communicating with me) says, “What is this crap (pun intended)! Get it outta here, I need more room!” *kicking* *kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking**kicking* And then a brilliant idea occurred to me, why don’t I write about the funny things my baby does! Baby seems to be the only topic I care to write about these days. And there he is, my little k

Remember the time back in school when your best friend got a different class division from you? Or the time when you did not get admission in your preferred course or college? Or the time you had that really serious fight with your closest friend or when someone you blindly trusted betrayed you. How impossible life seemed at that point! Didn’t it? Felt like nothing is ever going to be the same, or as if this is the end, game over, I will never ever be happy again. And remember when you got past it? Remember how you made an excelling career out of a course that you never imagined doing or making friends of a lifetime in the college that you never wanted to go to? How you learnt that everyone is not always who they seem to be and even the most innocent looking people can sometimes turn out to be the worst nightmares of your life! The lesson here is, no matter what happens, nothing is permanent. This feeling of immense sorrow that you might be feeling right now, or the feeling o