By Mr. Bharani
Life CHANGES after having a baby. I knew that... but didn't wanna believe it. I felt that by not acknowledging the fact that "Life does change", I could somehow remain in this Peter Pan time warp thingee. I couldn't have been more wrong. With my limited 9 months experience as a parent, I strongly believe that parenthood cannot be taught, it must be experienced. It is sweet... it is intoxicating.... like a vintage merlot.... ofcourse with a strong hangover minus the sleep. I have seen changes in Amita and myself that I never fathomed possible..... Parenthood is a job, a permanent job with no raises and no vacation.... however, unlike other jobs, the interview process was quite pleasurable and you didn't even have to dress up for it. :-) :-)
Kids have a calming effect on you. All stress pertaining to work, life and other things take a back burner in Aadi's presence. Who knew that a baby could replace a Killians?
Aadi was facing the wrong side, resulting in Amita getting a c-section. The whole labor process lasted around 20 hours, during which my voicemail was inundated with threatening voicemails from my in-laws and my better half's other family members from India. I guess they felt that it was more prudent for me to leave my wife's side and get out of the hospital premises (since cell phones are not allowed) to give them an hourly update. I promised them a live video feedback for our next kid. That seems to have got them off my back, atleast for now.....
Kiddo developed jaundice and I learnt to hate the word bilirubin. Kiddo got a tan under the blue lights and I developed an uncanny interest in the number of times he went peeppee and the color of his poopee..... for the benefit of non-parents, bilirubin (causes jaundice) is flushed out of the kids body every time he wets his diapers. Was a lil bit scary coming home from the hospital... didn't know if we could manage alone.... Piece of cake..... just too tired to eat it though..... Friends helped out with timely advices and food...
Kiddo developed jaundice and I learnt to hate the word bilirubin. Kiddo got a tan under the blue lights and I developed an uncanny interest in the number of times he went peeppee and the color of his poopee..... for the benefit of non-parents, bilirubin (causes jaundice) is flushed out of the kids body every time he wets his diapers. Was a lil bit scary coming home from the hospital... didn't know if we could manage alone.... Piece of cake..... just too tired to eat it though..... Friends helped out with timely advices and food...
Life CHANGES after having a baby. I knew that... but didn't wanna believe it. I felt that by not acknowledging the fact that "Life does change", I could somehow remain in this Peter Pan time warp thingee. I couldn't have been more wrong. With my limited 9 months experience as a parent, I strongly believe that parenthood cannot be taught, it must be experienced. It is sweet... it is intoxicating.... like a vintage merlot.... ofcourse with a strong hangover minus the sleep. I have seen changes in Amita and myself that I never fathomed possible..... Parenthood is a job, a permanent job with no raises and no vacation.... however, unlike other jobs, the interview process was quite pleasurable and you didn't even have to dress up for it. :-) :-)
Aadi was an angel until he was 3 months old and then his grand-parents (my in-laws) arrived. Whats up with these grand-parents? Do they have a hidden agenda or something? I think spoiling the grand-kids is their way of getting back at us for all the trouble that we gave them while growing up.... now and then I can see a glee in my mil's eyes when ever Aadi is being a handful.... I swear I can. I questioned my mil if Amita was a good kid.... she closed her eyes, she shuddered and gave a huge sigh and she hasn't stopped sighing yet.... yep... I know, its payback time and we are totally screwed.
Kids have a calming effect on you. All stress pertaining to work, life and other things take a back burner in Aadi's presence. Who knew that a baby could replace a Killians?
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