Preparing to be a parent

Preparing to be a parent

I’ve been meaning to write, for 9+7 months now, yes its been 7 months since my life changed, for the better. Definately better ! (that’s what they tell me, though I have no doubts, when times are a-testing, one look at my cherub, sweetie pie, I agree)

Anyhoo, to business. In the next few pages, I intend to record for myself, and as a note for any parent to be what the state of affairs is in these first trying months of being a first time, greenthumb parent.

  • November – December 2016:

Shaken from our DINK status, the husband and I leaped feet first into parenthood with what we thought was a standard recipie for happiness, in our smugness we beleived that we were aptly prepared (ha!) and armed with new crib, new clothes, new bottles and such ventured into the hospital, me tottering tipping the scales at a never before number. But I’ve gotten ahead of myself, let us start at the VERY begining.

  • December 2015, New Years Eve

I had just finished cooking, guests were about to pile in soon, as we prepared for our annual new years bash, a trip to Spain fresh on the memory inspired the theme of my spanish night, replete with tapas, vino, fino and even more vino.

We decided that resolution no. 1 is to make 2016 a baby year. And no, it is not just a vino laced decision, it is carefully thought out (several years of coaxing, first gentle, then more obvious  from immediate relations, inlaws etc).

  • Spring & Summer 2016

Fast forward 3 months, and lo and behold, we are pregnant ! For real, but of course we did not find out till April / early May, and from there not much changed, except a doctor’s appointment every now and then, and a few vitamins and general take it easy instructions.

Work and life continued at more or less the same pace till well into July for me (except a strong bout of morning sickness in the first trimester). A trip to Panchghani at the end of June would be the last single vacation I would take (in a long time I think), and apart from having a cocktail when dining out I wasn’t missing out on much.

  • Autumn (Monsoon) 2016

Come August, this began to change with visible body changes and a general “heaviness” that had begun to set in. People around me began to walk on eggshells, as by now almost everyone in my circle of work and friends knew and started treating me like a slowly ticking time bomb. I too began to make preparations and started “nesting” around for baby essentials, signing up on online parenting forums, reading heavy traditional books on the subject and whatnot. The most remarkable thing was the stream of information / instructions offered from all and sundry on how it is, tidbits, tips and a UNBELEIVABLE unprecedented level of solidarity and support. Right from the beginning all this baby has got is LOVE, LOVE, LOVE.

  • Winter 2016

As I began winding down at work, my body began preparing for birth. I was round, all around, simple tasks took a long time and though I had hardly any complications or troubles, I slowed down considerably with sleep taking up priority no. 1 in my life. (Rightly so, since after that winter of 2016 I have not slept more than 3-4 hours at a stretch) Towards the end of November, I had entered a state of slow calm happiness, maybe felt by sloths, who are happy to lie sunning themselves on a log for hours on end.  Hospital visits had become second nature to us, and we had fallen into a happy routine of weekly check ups, followed by a long happy breakfast (our hospital visits were scheduled for 7.30 am, as a happy reminder of what was to come, preparing us for parenthood, we’d stumble out of bed at 6 and get ready to leave for the hospital, then office, or in my case mostly a working day from home). And long patient waits at the hospital are really to prepare parents in the long patient way of being a parent more than anything else I think. Sly. Smooth, real sly -smooth, ye doctors !

 

 

My Sabbath

My Sabbath

Sometimes on a Saturday – I would like someone to make a me a cup of tea in the morning. Just sometimes. 

Most days start early with me bright and happy and bounding out of bed and happy to make tea, breakfast and lunch, take a walk, a quick shower and rush to work. There’s a stand up breakfast by the kitchen counter and a hurried chat with the maid who waltzes in as I dash out grabbing my lunchbox – with last min. instructions for the day’s organization. That’s most days. I’m happy to buzz about Mon-Fri. 

But Saturdays the mornings are different… lazy retrieving the paper and reading it on my little balcony to start with and finish in bed..that’s when I want the tea ! There’s a strong deep connection with a cuppa and the printed paper.. yes, the printed paper. Hard copy. In my hands, smelling of ink-print. Smelling fresh newspaperish.. crackling and sometimes awkward to turn around and manouvre to the right angle while reading a column thats not quite printed on perfect half axels. Saturday is also Qigong day for me (merits a whole new post) and it is the MOST perfect day of my week, for tom – it is Sunday. And on that note, goodnight ! 

How did you find Fanny ?

How did you find Fanny ?

6/10 says my movie partner. .

We just caught the much anticipated, much reviewed “Finding Fanny” and found it a bit overrated, a bit overacted, a bit too cliched, a tad bit sleazy ..but not too bad ! Not half- bad at any cost. This is primarily a “film about people”. It isn’t particularly funny. Not for lack of trying. It’s actually serious stuff, told lightly. S!#T happens. People go away, people die, there are cowards, mean people, rascals, selfish blokes, self centred ones and then some. There are also honest people. Simple folks and ok folks, there’s all kinds really.

Mr Shah has his usual lost vauge crazy look, but a sweet natured disposition that he reserves specially for Mr Adjania’s films. Ms Kapadia has her lopsided smile and screeches at times, but does justice in not trying too hard. Mr Kapoor is a hunk (umm the younger one) and is improving one movie at a time. Mr Kapur (Sr. ) is quite good and true to his role. Ms Padukone, looks better and better and acts better and better and better..I’m glad she did this one. It’s one of those fresh nice roles with soul. & Sorry Ranveer, I must’ve been blinking during your cameo..The problem here is there is sooo much work that this talented bunch of actors have done, that one is loathe to compare.

What I loved was the road. It IS after all a road film (Never mind the critics disagreeing). And it’s brought back, at least for me, so many memories from one of my goa road trips. The red brick floors of goan houses, the crazy grass, those undulating roads that go nowhere special. The slow pace of life that doesn’t give a hoot if youre in a hurry – or not. What I also loved is the theme of love and taking chances and trying. And that no matter what you do, life goes on.

Something tells me I must read the book ..now that – I’ll look forward to. Then I’ll tell you if I liked it, or not. Not that you asked.

 

Here’s an idea: Let’s put aircraft black boxes in the cloud

Here’s an idea: Let’s put aircraft black boxes in the cloud

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As searchers from more than two dozen countries continue to look for the missing Malaysian Airlines Flight 370, some transportation experts are calling for a revamp of the traditional black box flight recorder, recommending that at least some key flight data be transmitted from aircraft to the cloud.

Clearly there are expenses and technology hurdles to be overcome. Streaming all that data from plane to some sort of database would be expensive, but periodically sending key snippets might not be cost prohibitive, experts told Reuters last week.

Mark Rosenker, former chairman of the National Transportation Safety Board (NTSB) and a retired U.S. Air Force General, said the latest aviation mishap, along with the loss five years ago of Air France flight 447 in the Atlantic, should spur reform of an antiquated investigation process.

The availability of even limited data from the black box and cockpit voice recordings could speed…

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