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Baby skin care-as natural as first love!
There are innumerable memories I have of my daughter as a baby and the fondest ones include the daily massage and bath sessions. The daily regime was her favourite time of the day. My pediatrician told me to massage her daily and to do it myself. I did not immediately understand why she emphasised on MY doing it but acted on her advice, just because I happen to be a ‘paranoid’ mom who just can’t take any chances. I thought I would be a ‘cool’ mom but the tiny bundle I was handed over turned me into this unreasonably apprehensive, over-possessive caretaker who hoarded up a big stock of hand…
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The natural way to baby-care!
Chemicals and babies don’t rhyme…well, literally as well as figuratively! A baby’s skin is much more sensitive and delicate than an adult’s. It is 20-30% thinner and is adjusting to a new environment of the outside world. Remember how our skin looks after a long bath? Imagine the one that was inside a liquid for nine months! Even the pH of a baby’s skin is slightly higher. Therefore, very specific care is required for a baby’s skin. Do not even think of using adult products for a baby. What works for you is not going to work for the baby! My experience! When we talk about babies, nothing works better…
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Celebrate childhood-Khuljaye bachpan!
When my bundle of joy arrived six years back, everyone thought it would be a walk in the park for me, given the fact that I am a medical doctor. Well, it wasn’t! Every day brought new experiences and new surprises shocks. When Baby S cried incessantly at night for no comprehensible reason, my husband looked at me with hopeful eyes but I had no clue. Feeding…check. Burping….check. Changing…check. Anti-colic…check. She was still crying, stopping only when rocked in lap! Concluding that something was wrong with either my child or me, I went to the Pediatrician with my husband. She laughed and said something that actually made sense. ‘Your baby…
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D.I.Y. – I Did It Yay!
D.I.Y might be Do-It-Yourself for you but for me it is Do-It- (wh)Y? I am very lazy when it comes to the DIY things. I am creatively endowed, don’t you even doubt that and I can sketch and paint very well besides my new-found writing skills 😉 I somehow never have the time. I don’t know…maybe I am juggling too many things or I just don’t have the motivation to implement any D.I.Y ideas around the house. Coming to think of it, I think it is the latter as I live in fauji houses, all of which were probably created decades ago and look like an old hag whose face…
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My world in my arms-when I hug you dad!
Dear Dad, Happy Father’s Day! I love you and I miss you. This year, I wanted to give you something that would reflect the love and gratitude I feel towards you but.. What do you give to the man who gave you everything? I owe you my life Dad; no material thing can even faintly measure up to the magnanimity of your love. There were so many times when I missed saying Thank you…so many moments when I ought to have expressed in words the feeling within but just remained quiet. Today, I want to let you know by…
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Sending hugs your way…on Father’s Day!
I sat down yesterday with the laptop in front of me and browsed through various shopping sites, thinking of a gift for my dad on Father’s Day. I could think of none that could even remotely match up to what all he has given me. This Father’s Day, I just want to hug him and say thank you! I know even words cannot be enough to express my love and gratitude….still I want to hug him and say… You held me so nimbly when I was born Afraid you were of hurting me. I felt secure in your arms Your warm embrace around me. When I slept on your tummy…
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My first & forever expert-my supermom!
The womb that created …. The bosom that nurtured. The lap I sat in & giggled…. The hand that steadied my every stumble. The shoulder I slept & cried on…. The arm that nestled my sleepy head. The face that lit up at my sight…. The legs that turned into a slide. The feet that never tired running after me …. The back that carried me. The tresses I loved to play with…. The gestures I tried to imitate. Time flew & I grew. A lot has changed since then. But you were,are & always will, Be the one I turn to for everything. My super hero, my zone of…
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Stress-every mother’s middle name!
‘Relax mom!’ has been my standard reply to all the worried questions my mother has ever asked me since I was in school. I always thought she went overboard worrying about too many things and often wondered,’Why doesn’t she take anything lightly?’ Right from the time I was a little girl, I saw her worrying over my brothers and me. We pestered her a lot too. I now realise that we treated her like our encyclopedia…she was supposed to know everything. She would be cooking breakfast and we all would be shouting for every little thing we could not find or did not feel like looking for.(it is so much…
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Mommy Diaries!
I believe that no one can guide you on parenting. People who claim to be experts in their opinions are simply illusioned. Just like every child is unique, motherhood is unique to every mom. Motherhood is an experience just as old as your oldest child and is therefore something you are forever learning as your children grow. Six years back in time when I was expecting my daughter,I thought motherhood was going to be just another part of my life. I had survived marriage,how difficult could this be? When my daughter was born,I realised that marriage was the simple part, being a mother was not only life changing but a…
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A letter to my daughter
Dear princess, So vivid is the memory of the day I held you in my sight and then my hands for the very first time. You looked so beautiful and so fragile. I was scared, worried that I might hurt your tiny body but when I held you close to my bosom, I felt the strength of a mother. I was scared no more. I just knew that no matter what,I shall always be by your side..guarding you…guiding you…fighting with every adversity that dare come your way. You are my treasure to keep and safeguard. As you grew up, you filled my life with emotions I never knew existed. I…
