No match for the stamina

Never at the same spot for more than 2 seconds... now his stepping being more stable..
Something is always running in his mind..
If he hears anything about something through his alert ears you be sure that he will run to fetch that from its specific place.

We are getting mad in order to control him... specially me, who is having a decreasing level of stamina by the day... Sweat running down my face in the simmering heat.

His feet and fingers are always dirty, even if we wash it several times.

Moreover, he protests if he is confronted with resistance in his track.

Takes off all the receivers of the phones off their cradles..
Picks up the handset of the phones, puts it on his ear and says "AAAAA.... Mammaaaa"...
Says "OFF" whenever he leaves the powder room showing the switches for the fan and light...
Whenever he finds the door of the powder room closed he bangs on the door and says "Mamma"...
Puts all his soiled clothes in the specified tumbler...
Brings out fresh clothes from its storage whenever asked to and even when not asked to...
Opens up the drawer to out his brush during bath time...
Helps me to put the washed clothes on the strings to dry after I come out of bath...
Heads towards the powder room when he is told that its time for a wash in the evening...
Opens and closes the cassette part of the music system which is within his reach...
Brings out his shoes and urges us to put it on his feet...
Goes on to open the door when the bell rings...
Takes out my hanky from my purse and cleans off my mouth...
Takes his father specs and tries it on himself...
When his Kamma comes he shows the fridge where she stalks her pan(betel leaves)...
Accompanies her when she prepares her pan...

And what not....

Yesterday my sister presented him a guitar with a mouth piece.. He is obsessed with all the musical instruments like drum, guitar, trumpet, etc. and music itself. So the guitar was a huge hit with him. He was really very excited to get that and kept himself busy with till his bedtime.

Babba ... Clap Clap

From the beginning whenever I had to make him do or show any of his small achievements I used to say "Do/Show this and Babba will clap".

This has become a custom now. Every time he thinks that he has achieved something he looks for his Babba and claps himself urging his father to do the same. Clapping hands of any other person including me is not enough. His Babba has to clap at each and every achievements of his.

Baa Baa Black Sheep....

...."Havuuuuuu"
Have you any wool... "yeeeeeeeeesssssss"

Twinkle twinkle little star.... "Howww"
How I wonder what you are.... "Uppppp"

...so this is it. I have been chanting these rhymes like mantras since his birth.... as lullaby, during his feedings...etc

Hence the result. Though he cannot speak properly but knows the rhymes by heart. He knows what comes after what.

I have never tried to force him anything.. I just used to chant on my own and let him take his own time for everything.

Recently I heard him saying "Daraaaooo" means Wait.. "Asssssssssssschi" means I am Coming..
He has picked it up from me.

Baby was born

.... No not the second one... I was talking of Om.

I have read in many of the blogs the details of the birth. So I thought since my second delivery is on its way I should jot down the first experience.


I had experienced both pains i.e., labor pain as well as after C-section pain.

On 23rd March, 2007, Friday I had an appointment with my doc who advised me to have Castor oil the following day. But I skipped as I had to visit the parlor before I am ready for the D'Day. So on Sunday 25th March I had Castor oil in the morning. The day went along normally. In the afternoon we made a plan to go to Nandan to watch "Namesake". Before going I had a hunch that it may be risky since I was already on Castor oil. But I discarded the thought as I was already on leave for one week and was up for entertainment.


One hour through the film I realized something gushing out. I ignored. After a few minutes it happened again. I became alert and consulted my husband. I went to the loo to check it out and got scared when I found out that I was leaking. Consulted the doc who advised to get admitted immediately.

All of the family got excited.. abandoned the movie then and there and whisked me away to the Woodlands Nursing Home where I was registered. Then started the wait. They examined me and told that I was 3 mm dilated. Far to go. The baby was monitored every 15 min. But other than periodic contractions nothing happened. My family left for the night. I could hardly get some sleep the whole night. Early in the morning I was put on the drip. Labor pain started and became severe by the minute. Along with that my back pain(which is of several years) got aggravated. The attendant I was provided was very inefficient. She just kept on saying "It happens" without extending any help... not even a few soothing words. My family reached the nursing home early.

The day drifted along . I continued to suffer the pain all day. By 5-00 it was unbearable. The doc checked and told that the baby's head was not engaged properly yet and until that nothing can be done for normal delivery. At 6-00 looking at my condition asked my family whether they want to go for the C-section. They had mercy on me and we all decide to go for it as I hardly could keep myself together by then.

So I was prepared for the operation and was wheeled towards the theater. I was stalled on the passage for about fifteen minutes. I could not figure out why it was taking up so much time since it was already decided. Then I was informed that the anaesthesiologist was caught in a traffic jam and was yet to arrive. I was furious as I could not keep myself on the narrow stretcher in that condition. A nurse came up beside me lest I should fall off.

At last the anaesthesiologist made his grand entry and I was relieved from the pain by the local anesthesia... Nothing mattered then. I had the bliss. After a few minutes at 6-45 p.m. Om was born. They put down the screen in front of me when his head was emerging out. Oh! what a feeling. The anaesthesiologist informed me that its "putra santan" (a boy) and was healthy.

No nature calls please

Now I cannot answer my nature calls.

Whenever I am out of sight, Om searches for me firstly in the bedroom, secondly in the kitchen and if I am still missing then he positions himself just outside the bathroom calling "Mamma... Mammma..." accompanied with banging on the door. Who can ignore such sweet calls ? So there goes my nature call stopped in its track and here I go to attend my sweetipie.


When will he understand that I too like him has some necessities of my own?

6 or 9

.. .. I Dont remember properly pointing them out to Om... may have mentioned it but without any stress on it

But yesterday I noticed that as he was playing with the loose pieces of alphabets and numbers on his own he got hold of '6' of red color . Then he kept on searching among the pieces lying on the floor. His eyes spotted it and his hands ducked in for '9' in yellow color.

He repeated the action again after sometime.

I dont think he knows anything about 6 or 9 but his mind must have noticed them as they look similar in shape....

Waiting for him to speak up his mind. Till then we remain in dark.


Edited to Add: We clarified the fact. Whenever I told him to get me 6 and 9 he sorted out exactly 6 and 9 in two different colors as mentioned earlier and handed over to me.

Unexpected two holy holy days

Kolkata is never out of Bandhs.

As the oil price is hiked the bandhs followed. This time in sequence from two parties. The maid cooked for the days before leaving... so relieved from that end.. only had to make dal and rice. Obviously Om's cooking was there as usual. Though I have to sacrifice the 2nd and 4th Satday for these days to compensate.

So jumped in to get the best of this time with Om. Had a gala time.. we Mom and Son. Clung to each other... played with each other and got exhausted.

At the end of the yesterday, my health got sucked up. I have a back problem beforehand and it got excelled after stepping into the third trimester. So today morning I could hardly get myself up from the bed.

Pregnancy hues

Got the inspiration for this post from here.


I find myself in a similar position... Seems to have lost all the lust of life. After our marriage I was busy studying and fulfilling the dreams of my father and my husband. After I finished it by 2006 and was getting geared up to enjoy life, my life seemed to have come to a halt after we get to know the worst tragedy of our life. I dont want to get into that topic as I want to maintain this blog strictly for my kids.

Pre-partum depression followed as I was pregnant with Om. Post-partum depression after Om's birth did not leave me before six months after I joined office. I hardly got it over when I started suffering from the pre-partum depression again in my second pregnancy. And I know that I wont be spared by the post-partum too.

I have forgot how life was to be as all my outings and entertainments have been replaced by responsibilities.

I hope to get back to the vibrant life I always vied for but my hormones make me feel that its the end of life.