You might have guessed it! But, this is not a pregnancy announcement because I have already delivered a baby boy. (Please don’t be shocked.) It’s been 2 months now. (I hope you haven’t fainted from shock.) Extreme morning sickness coupled with my extreme laziness- and I didn’t move from the couch for a good chunk of my pregnancy. This explains why I was away from writing on the blog for a long time.
The little boy is doing good, and has adapted well to this mad world. He has us all wrapped around his pinkie and we love it! How am I, you ask? I am doing well too! I once woke up in the middle of the night pointing to a burp cloth on a chair near the bed and asked my mother “where is my son where is my son”. He was sleeping peacefully right next to me, probably dreaming about milk. This became a standing joke at all family meetings and with all visitors. Another time, I took a tube of toothpaste and tried to wash my face with it. As you can tell, I am basking in the glory of new mommy zombieness.
Having a baby gives you a lifetime supply of blog material. Worry not, I am not becoming a mommy blogger. At least, not as yet. The first few weeks were traumatic mostly from the barrage of visitors who thought it was their birthright to come and dish out a truckload of unsolicited advice at this poor woman. Those few weeks saw me crying more than the baby himself. I briefly considered seeing a counsellor, but after writing my emotions down (the keyboard might have borne the brunt of my hormones) I felt loads better. Husband has been my rock through pregnancy and postpartum. I have woken him up in the middle of the night to cry and he has been ever so patient at dealing with my craziness. This is the most grown up thing we have ever done and will ever do, I suppose. Both of us have been surprisingly good at this parenting thing, which at this point is only coo- feed- burp- change- rock- coo on repeat.
Mother deemed it necessary we engage an experienced person for bathing the baby till we are confident enough to do it on our own. Enter BabyBather. You might think I am making up that name for this post, but I am not. Her “business card” reads- baby bather, baby massager, baby exerciser. Okay then! We were also impressed with her experience and clientele. She took to our home like a fish to water and within no time, she was calling the baby ‘Rajkumar’ (it is not his name, btw.) It took us all a few days to comprehend whether she meant the Actor-Rajkumar or the Prince-Rajkumar. The child seems uninfluenced by this affection and frowns at her till he thinks she will disappear like magic. He cries his guts out when she gives him a massage and I can see from her face that the bather is a little heartbroken by this. In her own words, she is the “leader” of a major political party in her area (talk to the hand. geddit?) and all the problems in the area right from absence of water tanker to wife beating cannot escape her good judgement. One morning, she saw me applying moisturiser to my flaky face. She called me aside and said “You know, during our time (which I’m assuming is ancient) we never used to put as much a kajal for many months after delivery. If our husbands saw us with a face of makeup, they’d call us ‘come’ and suddenly there would be another baby! We only have to be careful about such things na.” Subtle bather is so subtle.
Tomorrow is her last day with us and to compensate my baby’s hatred for her, the least I can do is give her an audience.