Did you feel confused too?
This is my first blog post and I am wondering what I can start with. There are so many voices in my head, so many thoughts and memories that have never been voiced or penned down. No idea what the rules are on blogging, but as I have started, I want to start with the changes - happy / sad / confused ....feel free to add any emotion you felt) that I felt and am still trying to cope with the feelings as a mother. I never knew (just like all you mothers out there) what or how it would feel, how it would change me as a person when I have a mini version of myself or my better (REALLY?!) half.
When I had my daughter 9 years ago, it was just the most ---- feeling I have ever felt. Can't fill that blank with one word for sure. Saw my baby Aanya and couldn't believe that I had actually hosted her in my body for 9 months. Just WOW! It is indeed amazing how we can actually nurture a living soul for almost a year, with the utmost care and love that cannot be explained, only felt and experienced. The 9 months teach you patience more than anything else. Managing to eat a balanced healthy meal even when you hate the smell of salad or some other ingredient is part of the million things that even NASA fails to explain. Mood swings and outbursts are of course an understatement. I sometimes wonder how some of us manage to do this to ourselves more than one time. Hahaha, yes, I have two namesakes and they make me smile every time I think of them. Sometimes I also want to do other not-so-nice things to them.....but mostly, its happy stuff. Let's call them Angel #1 and Angel #2
I hated cooking and literally did not know even the basics. Had never cooked even an omelette during my careless, babyless days. Cooking always seemed like a very boring activity and when my daughter became 6 months, the big question hung on my head. How do I feed her yummy solid food...God, and by that I mean the world wide web came to my rescue. I would look up really simple stuff like apple sauce and mashed bananas and was happy with my achievements. Angel #1 was always a finicky eater and it would take hours to feed her a bowl of yummy (or so it seems!) apple sauce. Every meal she would finish, I would celebrate it like the biggest victory I had. Have you ever wondered why we exhibit this kind of behaviour? Self torture on over stuffing your child. Am I the only one who felt victorious about that? Do leave your comments or share your experiences on the extended activities you did around your baby's food time. I would set Angel #1 on the high chair and have a toy or some other distraction. Then I would sneak in spoonful of food into her mouth as soon as she was distracted. Very similar to a video that shows a parent feeding pizza to the child and as it gets closer to the mouth, replace it with a spoon of mushed up healthy food. Reality for many moms, I know!
Then came the paranoia about eating off the floor. I believed it would improve Angel #2's immunity but with Angel #1, I turned into Rubber Man with hands that are super elastic to go into every nook and corner. Trying to pick every little speck off the floor before my baby with super eyes could catch the goodie.
We mothers sure can make a mountain of a mole hill, and then turn an emergency into a very easy situation. We are indeed a masterpiece to be appreciated!
My angels have grown up and that means I do have some sane time when they are away at school. Have to rush now to pick up Angel #2. Will catch you all with another story soon.
Till then, don't worry, be happy!
When I had my daughter 9 years ago, it was just the most ---- feeling I have ever felt. Can't fill that blank with one word for sure. Saw my baby Aanya and couldn't believe that I had actually hosted her in my body for 9 months. Just WOW! It is indeed amazing how we can actually nurture a living soul for almost a year, with the utmost care and love that cannot be explained, only felt and experienced. The 9 months teach you patience more than anything else. Managing to eat a balanced healthy meal even when you hate the smell of salad or some other ingredient is part of the million things that even NASA fails to explain. Mood swings and outbursts are of course an understatement. I sometimes wonder how some of us manage to do this to ourselves more than one time. Hahaha, yes, I have two namesakes and they make me smile every time I think of them. Sometimes I also want to do other not-so-nice things to them.....but mostly, its happy stuff. Let's call them Angel #1 and Angel #2
I hated cooking and literally did not know even the basics. Had never cooked even an omelette during my careless, babyless days. Cooking always seemed like a very boring activity and when my daughter became 6 months, the big question hung on my head. How do I feed her yummy solid food...God, and by that I mean the world wide web came to my rescue. I would look up really simple stuff like apple sauce and mashed bananas and was happy with my achievements. Angel #1 was always a finicky eater and it would take hours to feed her a bowl of yummy (or so it seems!) apple sauce. Every meal she would finish, I would celebrate it like the biggest victory I had. Have you ever wondered why we exhibit this kind of behaviour? Self torture on over stuffing your child. Am I the only one who felt victorious about that? Do leave your comments or share your experiences on the extended activities you did around your baby's food time. I would set Angel #1 on the high chair and have a toy or some other distraction. Then I would sneak in spoonful of food into her mouth as soon as she was distracted. Very similar to a video that shows a parent feeding pizza to the child and as it gets closer to the mouth, replace it with a spoon of mushed up healthy food. Reality for many moms, I know!
Then came the paranoia about eating off the floor. I believed it would improve Angel #2's immunity but with Angel #1, I turned into Rubber Man with hands that are super elastic to go into every nook and corner. Trying to pick every little speck off the floor before my baby with super eyes could catch the goodie.
We mothers sure can make a mountain of a mole hill, and then turn an emergency into a very easy situation. We are indeed a masterpiece to be appreciated!
My angels have grown up and that means I do have some sane time when they are away at school. Have to rush now to pick up Angel #2. Will catch you all with another story soon.
Till then, don't worry, be happy!
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