Walking on eggshells.

I assume many have abandoned this blog by now. I can see the numbers dwindle and my hard work wither away. It's been so long, and so sparse. The posts on this page are as rare as rain in Doha, and I could blame circumstance, life and the universe for it. But in truth, I... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday- Liking the dislikes.

Everybody talks of the beauty of being a parent. Many also share their challenges and hardships. But not often do we hear about disliking being a parent. Is it unkind, ungrateful and blasphemous to admit that I sometimes hate being a parent. Yes, hate. I often say to people how hate is such a strong... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday! Mommy pangs.

Ugh. This is turning into quite the mommy blog. I seem to write about Zoe and my Mummy adventures more than anything else. Apologies, if you find these mommy rants boring and repetitive. It's just that, even though I have a dozen (read half a million) other things going on in my life, this one... Continue Reading →

The struggle is real folks.

I have heard and read how babies are constantly changing, evolving. How they are fluid, and unstable. How their young minds and bodies are seeking individuality and uniqueness. That they are slowly but surely becoming "them". I had heard of toddler tantrums and terrible twos. I have smiled sympathetically at my cousins and aunts as they struggled with... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday! This time, last year.

This time, last year.. At 37 weeks. Anxious and brooding. Gravid and bothered. With a lately blooming belly. And a rickety back. Breathless and bladderless. Refluxed and sleepless. Ever planning, and replanning; obsessively.   This time, last year. I am yet to meet my life's greatest joy. Yet to tune into her cries. And melt under her... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday- Wish there were two of me!

I wake up every morning; to winter sunshine and to tiny legs sprawled on my face. I scoot gently along, little by little; millimeter by milliliter till I extricate myself out from the complicated tangle without disturbing the peacefully- sleeping, little human. Getting out of bed at this point, would mean waking her up as... Continue Reading →

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