Mommy’s Day Out

So, finally, finally, finally I stepped out for some 7 hours and had a super fun day shopping. Courtesy my friend P. I realized until I stepped out of the house, I wasn’t going to get anything done and I had lot of shopping left to do for Abhi, Achu and myself for the upcoming events and etc. So I just told everyone at home (I gave them 3 weeks notice) that I will be gone on Sunday, most of the day, shopping with P. Thankfully no one said no. Well, it was the first time in about 2 months, so I deserved it. Dad will be home on Sunday, plus my aunt is also here, so that will be 3 people to manage Abhi and Achu, so I knew they would be fine.

From the minute I planned the day, I was so excited about stepping out with P. I was so eagerly waiting for the day. So, on Sunday, I bathed Abhi and Achu, fed and put them down for their nap (it was 11 already) and I stepped out allllll by myself. Lalalala. Lalala. Lalalalal ๐Ÿ™‚ (AKA no diaper bags to pack; no food to prepare; no schedules to worry about).

Shopping with P is so much fun. That’s because, I don’t have to do anything. Basically, she will pick the dresses (We wanted to buy some party wear dresses for myself and some ethnic wear for Abhi and Achu.), I have to try it out and she will say yes/no. That’s it. We are done. I don’t have to worry if the dress fits me well, if the color suits me blah blah blah. Just wear it and get it. Awesome! Isn’t it? ๐Ÿ™‚ P always shopped for me. Anything she cant wear is automatically qualified for me, because she at least wants to see me wear it. :). She also knows what I have. Some time during that day, we bought one dress and she said, wear that nail polish I gave you with this dress. ๐Ÿ™‚ Seriously, she is like, that good. Anyway, by the time we started shopping, only few shops were open. There was one shop that was newly opened that day, and what other good place to start my long pending shopping. P picked two (out of some 100 salesperson showed her) and asked me to try them. There comes my only problem. I am super scared of changing/trying a dress in the shops. I mean, you never know these days, its crazy, right! I refused but eventually lost to P :(. I tried both, they were looking okay to me, but P wasn’t satisfied. So the new shop didn’t get lucky that day. 2 more stores and some 10 more trials later, finally we bought one. It was 2 already, and we bought one. That’s no surprise right! Because us ladies are very particular about what we want. :). Anyway, I declared lunch break (I was tired of all the trials you know).

If you are in Hyderabad, you know about Paradise and its most awesome, tasty Dum Biryani(I can already feel Murali’s mouth watering while reading this..Hahah..I ate it first..he still has to wait..Lalalalalal). That place is so crowded even with 4 or so floors, you know. When we stepped in, there were people sitting in some common space; Like at a wedding, where everybody is sitting in rows. I asked P, if there was some private function going on. She laughed and said, that’s people waiting for a table in the restaurant. ๐Ÿ™‚ With that much crowd, I thought, we were going to be stuck for a long time waiting for a table. But lucky us, for two people it just took 15 minutes. We ordered quickly too and spent some 2 hrs eating food. Not that we ate that much, but we were mostly talking and talking. They had to replace the Naan twice because it was getting stale sitting on the table. ๐Ÿ™‚ I always had fun lunch breaks when P and I were colleagues (seriously, with our gang, it was like sometimes I fell out of my chair laughing. I always finished my food late, so everyone used to wait for me. We chatted, laughed, fought over silly things and what not. Ahh! Good times…). That’s what P and I talked the most during the lunch too. We love going back to those days and reminiscing each and every little incident. That was some super happy 2 hours.

After lunch, we went back to General bazaar. Roamed few more shops, but P didn’t like anything. We had also planned to go to another part of the city to shop there. ( ๐Ÿ™‚ You know we do justice to shops in all areas), so we were almost leaving when P saw this dress on a mannequin and said lets buy it. Luckily, the shop didn’t have a trail room, so I was spared from trails. We bought it there.(I didn’t know if it would fit nice, but it fit perfectly.) and headed to another store. Now, this was a fancy store, where I mostly get the same ones I saw in General Bazaar but, you know, presented better at a more expensive price. The week before, I picked a dress at this store, but I wasn’t sure if I wanted to buy as it looked expensive (to me). So, I went back with P. I didn’t have the dress saved or anything so I just gave the salesmen the color, type etc. They looked for about 15 minutes and guess what, they couldn’t find it. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ If I was there by myself, I would have given up and left the shop, but not P. She went to the racks herself and asked the salesmen to show her every blue and pink color dress she can find. Poor guys, they didn’t have any option. After some 10 times, I said ‘P, Its okay. Lets go.’ and she said, ‘Lets go look in another section’. Hahah. When it comes to clothing, P will never give up. :D. And she was so right. Ultimately, she found it :). P liked the dress too, so the shopping section was done for that day. It was already 6 by the time we left the store. Its been such a long time (may be years) that I spent some time with her and I knew, once we go back home, it might take few more weeks to meet again. So, I dragged her to the nearby ice cream store. We sat down for about an hour with some ice cream (I don’t even remember what we ate), just talking and talking. So much fun.

More than the shopping or any other thing we did that day, we talked so much that day, remembering the good old days, almost every event, every person from those days. Sometimes its just enough when we think about good times, we start feeling good. Isn’t it? In fact, when Murali and I were in California, P visited us once, and that Saturday we three spent together was one of my memorable days. I wish I was blogging then. I would have remembered the day in more details. ๐Ÿ™‚ The super duper awesome thing is that P is going to be in Seattle very soon. She will be staying with us. Its going to be so much fun. I am super excited to have her around. All in all, I had such fun day. When we came home, Abhi was all smiles looking at me. He did surely miss me. ๐Ÿ™‚ Achu was like, ‘You were not supposed to leave home’. Hahha..

There was some movie on TV that day, that I wanted to watch from a long time. But by the time, I settled Abhi and Achu into their beds, guess what, movie was over. Hmm. I was back to my normal routine. ๐Ÿ™‚

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Words

Words help so much. Especially when those words come from someone dear to me. In the last few weeks, I could feel some real help when Murali said few things to me over the phone.I just want to write down those instances here because they made me feel better and may be some time in future if I don’t feel well, I can come back and read it.

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During last month when Achu was throwing some horrible sleep tantrums (She does less now because I am giving her what she wants and stopped trying anything else), I was silently crying almost every night watching Achu cry inconsolably each time she woke up. I had sleepless nights in a row. Each time Achu woke up, she woke Abhi up. And that woke Achu up again. I considered myself lucky a night if I woke up only 6 or 7 times putting Abhi/Achu back to sleep. Add to that I woke up early every morning and did baby chores back to back. I slept when they slept during the day and that’s all the sleep I had during those days. One of those nights, over phone, Murali asked me for something. I told him I will do that later as I feel so lethargic after finally putting Achu to sleep and I started crying instantly. Then I tried telling Murali how difficult it was getting and how I wish I had some help,rest or sleep. (I don’t know if I don’t do a good job conveying people what I feel because our conversations always go in the wrong direction.) But that time, Murali so compassionately responded to me. One thing he said was “Its only you and me who has to care for Abhi and Achu” and that I shouldn’t expect anything from others. After I cried out enough and heard him talk to me, I was feeling so much better. After the call was done, I went to bedroom. Achu was just waking up, crying, of course. That woke Abhi up as well. I took Achu to Abhi’s bed, patted Abhi, rocked Achu to sleep and then later slept, still feeling fine.

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“I will never send kids and you away again”. I don’t even know if he remembers he said it. It was doing one of those quick conversations. When he said it, I wasn’t listening straight either; I realized it only later. I don’t know if I feel better when I think about it, but somehow it got stuck in my mind.

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July is, without a doubt, going to be the one of the busiest months of all time. Our trip is sort of planned, Murali will be on vacation for just 2 weeks and in that 2 weeks, we have to get the Ayush Homam, Tirupathi trip, Birthday party, Journey back to Seattle and setting up home done. 2 weeks! Can you imagine? ๐Ÿ˜ฆ Needless to say, I am super worried about it all. I am keeping very low expectations about everything and just hope Abhi and Achu will stay safe and healthy during the whole thing. Of all the tasks, one thing that worries me is the trip to Tirumala from Tirupathi by foot. ย Not that its physically strenuous. Both Murali and I have done these trips 2 or 3 times with friends and it was so much fun. But the thought of doing it babies is what was worrying me. Yesterday, over phone, this topic came up and he was comparing this trip to our old hiking trips before babies. He said we should carry a little pouch for food to feed the deer (I could already imagine Abhi getting all excited at feeding the deer :)). He also said he was very excited to do this. And then it slowly occurred to me that this could be our first family hiking trip. I mean, what better way to start, right? I started feeling better instantlyย and I am now so looking forward to the whole trip. :).ย Positive and caring words give me so much good strength. I just wish I have these everyday.

There was another incident, which I actually wanted to record here. Somehow, I forgot what it was. I have been banging my head from about a week now. Counting on how awesome my memory is, I don’t think I will ever remember it. So, let me end this post here. At least, I will remember that there was something I forgot. ๐Ÿ™‚

Choice

Sometimes, nothing works out in our favor. I can take whatever comes my way, tell myself ‘Its okay’, continue with life…but then I will have lot more wrong things to take. I am in that situation again, where, in addition to not getting what least could work for me, I will have something that wont work for me. I can crib about it, again; Argue and fight. But I choose to ignore. I choose to be happy. I choose to say ‘Its okay’ even before I can get upset. I choose to let go of what I could have and accept what ever I will have. Like I said before, babies can do wonderful things to our lives. And this phase of life, I choose to be happy with my little ones. I don’t really know if it’s the babies; I don’t know if I am compromising for ever or only for now; I don’t know if I am letting go of my expectations about life totally; I don’t know if it’s the age or the experience that is making me decide this way. Frankly, I don’t care what the reason is. I choose to be happy.

Feeding Fun

* Abhi’s morning routine includes little crying to be fed and then vomiting it out minutes later. Sigh! What a start to mom’s day.

* I wasn’t keen on letting Abhi and Achu hold their bottles when they drink milk because I always feared they wouldn’t finish their bottles (and Abhi, Achu not eating makes me go crazy), but I am going little easy on their eating habits these days, so I let them hold their bottles. Surprisingly, both Abhi and Achu became good at it from the first time I let them.

* For some reason, when Achu holds her bottle on her own, she thinks its like eating with a spoon. So, she sucks on the nipple for a second, takes it out, chews for a while and then puts the bottle back in. ๐Ÿ™‚ Do you know how long will it take for her to finish the bottle this way? ๐Ÿ™‚

* Thanks to encouragement from my aunt, I started feeding Abhi and Achu at the same time. Earlier, I fed them one after the other, depending on who was hungry first. So far, this arrangement has worked out well. I feed them from the same bowl and so far I am able to tell if one of them is not eating well (Its Achu. It’s always Achu….hmm…at least for now).

* Abhi and Achu do an excellent job pushing the spoon away when they don’t want to eat. (read most of the time). Achu stops and holds the spoon so tight that I need help to make her release the spoon. But it really helps when Achu’s hands are full of food that she is eating. She spends some time observing it and mommy can get at least little ย food inside her. Sometimes, she starts chewing even before I put food in her mouth. ๐Ÿ™‚

*ย Abhi and Achu both love water. Sometimes I can’t get any sort of food inside them, their lips are sealed so tight, but as soon as they see the water cup, they open their mouth. So I tricked them into thinking that I was giving them water and fed them food. Two days later, they started checking what exactly is in the spoon and started closing their lips again. ๐Ÿ™‚

* Because Abhi cant crawl away from me yet, I place him next to me and I make Achu sit in the car seat.ย Just yesterday, Achu figured out how to get out of the car seat, so feeding her is going to get tougher. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

* Rule: The food bowl and the water cup (including the spoons) have to be exactly Abhi’s hand distance away from him. Otherwise, food bowl is emptied on me and water cup on himself.

* I make a ton of funny faces and voices to feed Achu. She needs to be entertained a lot. With Abhi, if he wants to eat he will. But if decides he doesn’t want it, there is no way I can feed him.

* I hate it very much, but TV is always on when Abhi and Achu are eating. I get tired doing tricks and advertisements are really a big help in making Abhi and Achu open their mouth.

* One spoon of food expected to go into Achu’s mouth = 20% on bib + 20% on her hands ย + 20% on the car seat + 20% on me + 20% back to spoon.