Random Thoughts

4^th Mar 2018

• Of course there are moments of tenderness and absolute joy. But when you are the primary caregiver and caretaker, it does feel at times that all you are doing is changing diapers and rushing to her bedside every time she as much as whimpers.
• I wanted to be a revolutionary mom. Someone who teaches her son to clean and keep house. The only regret was couldn’t be the one who contributed to a well brought up man who treated a woman as an equal and didn’t feel entitled.
• The most important thing is to be human – to be kind & honest. Human – not like animals whether it's in cruelty or ill treatment of others or greed. Kind to all - privileged and under privileged. Honest in the work one does.

Rutvi - Day One

Rutvi was born at 3:16 p.m. 

Tanvi's school would leave at 3:30 p.m. When she left for school in the morning, she had no idea she would return to see her baby sister. We got her picked up in a cab and brought straight to the hospital. She was in her school uniform. 

She was beaming when she saw the baby. Her hands were steady as she held her - quite surprising for an 11 year old. 

I have heard of adults being fearful of taking a new born in their arms. They are either plain scared to touch a new born or afraid they might hurt or concerned that they might pass germs or an infection. 

Tanvi was confident from day one.

Rutvi's Day 2 - thinking pose. The way her index finger is on her cheek! What was she thinking? 

                                                        

All of us were pleasantly surprised to see her head full of hair - long, straight, black, silky. Tanvi didn't have this much hair when she was born. Rutvi came after a full 40 weeks, Tan 37 weeks. That could be a reason. I have read that acid re-flux during pregnancy causes hair growth. I did have acid re-flex but just the usual amount. Quite a normal occurrence during pregnancy. Nothing worrisome. So wonder how she has such a good hair growth. 

Her picture with her father

    

On day one, no one remembered to click a pic of the baby with her mother! Not even on day two, day three......and so on. A friend had rightly commented on Facebook that the person is charge of keeping the memories is seldom photographed. It took a month for the father-daughter duo to realize the mother too needs a pic taken with her darling.