Diaper changing- An occupational hazard!

May be that is why dad’s should do this work!!

Moms have to exercise!

Yeah. Baby’s love dance. More than that i think, they want their mom’s to exercise. Cunning!

mommy muses -1

Ok. So here starts my initiative of making cartoon strips about what is happening in my life , rather the most happening thing in my life. I have started with drawing on paper, will slowly start doing it online.
I would be pleased to receive any feedback, please do leave a comment, what you feel about it.
Also, you can drop in your mommy-musings to shivani.wuppuluri@gmail.com , I will be glad to illustrate it for you!
Do drop in!

I need space!!

Already hacking my husbands cupboard, the kiddo is making his presence known everywhere ! Yes. He owns them!!

You and I, in this beautiful world!

Hey You!

I am finally finding time to write about the much awaited U. If you read my previous posts, you will notice that you have given me lots of sleepless nights, not that you have stopped the trend now. However, I am writing this, not because i want to complain, or tell the world about you, but I want to remember every single minute detail of your childhood, for me to read and cherish , or get that curve back to my lips when i remember all this. After all, 21 days with you, and i have forgotten the 9 months i was pregnant. 

I saw you for the first time, completely covered in blood, when the doctor said, ‘ You have a son, you can kiss him’. I was grossed out, and mostly sedated, and when i dint respond, they neared you to my cheek and made u so-called-kiss me, when a tear drop fell on my cheek. And I was immediately concerned, why are you crying. I was sad, and sedated, and then i passed out. 

The next day when i was finally in my senses, and i fed you, you opened your eyes. That was the first time i completely saw your face, And i cried. I had no idea why, i just cried. Yes, you came out of me, I have never seen such an innocent looking face till now. You were put in that shitty photo-therapy box, where you cried your heart out. I tried hard to distract myself, but eventually ended up drowning in my tears. All this while, I had no idea why i cried. I was not this emotional before. It was not the post-baby-body-changes acting on me either. May be because, thats what a mother does. 

The whole night you did not sleep, and i was awake, that was the first time i sang a song for you.                                                 ‘Subah hone na de, shaam khone na de. Ek doosre ko hum sone na de! Tu mera hero’, and the first time i saw you looking at me intently. I sang that song the whole night, till u fell asleep. I fell in love. Again!

You would kick all the clothes you were covered with, stretch yourself with atmost freedom, like you cared for nothing in the world, move your hands in all possible directions and scratch anyone near you, keep extremely quiet when you are doing potty, like ‘do-not-disturb-me’ business is going on. The best part was when your dad was cleaning you, and you farted on his face. That will be your first achievement till date ( more than doing potty on daddy). 

Whenever i held you, you would stop crying, like you are aware of the motherly touch ( rather i would believe that way), and pout in all possible directions waiting for your feed. When i call you ‘Adhrituluuuu’, you would sometimes give that light smile on your face , a pic which i got after much trial. There was once when you laughed for like 5 seconds, and suddenly stopped. I feel blissed to be the only one to have experienced that, making everyone here super jealous. 

Your face becomes just red, blood red when you are trying to emit something out, and cream white when you are sleeping. People say you’ve got my nose (which i am not particularly proud of), but i think it suits you. At least for now 😉 I think you will become a good singer, particularly because you cry also in rhythm. Though i hate to see you cry. I promise i will learn to bathe you very soon, for the lady who does that now makes u cry a lot. 

As i write this, you are happily staring at the ceiling, ignoring the bunch of people who are trying to catch your attention. You kick off the booties and mittens and I patiently am covering you up for the nth time. I am trying to color-coordinate your apparel, so that you wouldn’t see your pics later and ask me, why am i not dressed properly. 

You sleep, drink, cry, pee, and the cycle continues, but you know what, this is the time of your life when you get to do all this. 21 days with you, and i have forgotten my life before that. Seeing you smile makes me cry, and seeing you cry makes me cry more. 

I am a mom now. I can feel that in every vein in my body!