Of the hundreds of memorable lunches that I shared with my colleagues before Baby A was born, there is one that I remember because of a fleeting conversation. I was a few months pregnant, and the first person in the team to be expecting a child, so everyone was excited. I don’t remember what we … More Mommy Hands
Sweetheart, You turned two this week. Two. You’re two. Wow, it’s just not setting in, regardless of how many times I repeat it. It seems like you were born yesterday, and I had to pry open your closed fists and quickly clean your hands with a piece of cotton before you clenched them again. Now, … More A Letter to My Daughter
Nothing could have prepared me for those first few months after my daughter’s birth. The sleep deprivation alone was enough to make me lose my mind. Add on nursing, diaper changes, bathing, entertaining and the desperate need to be the text-book mother and homemaker, and I was living only to take care of the little … More Finding Myself in Motherhood
I’d heard time and time again about the magical moment when you hold your first born in your arms for the very first time. The ground shifts from beneath your feet, every worry in the world disappears and you feel love like you’ve never felt before. Your life suddenly has a new purpose and it’s … More Love at First Sight: It Didn’t Happen to Me
I was awoken this morning by a baby crawling over my face, trying to reach the iPhone lying on my side table. A fat belly and the side of a butt cheek on their face is probably not the ideal alarm for most people, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. These days, I’m ‘papa’, … More Try me again
The much awaited, yet dreaded day is around the corner – the end of my maternity leave. While the promise of adult company and some much needed intellectual stimulation is exhilarating, the thought of parting ways with my tiny human being is heart wrenching. With a heavy heart (and some anticipation of me-time after nine whole … More Whose house is this anyways?
Having a child is akin to removing your heart from your body and placing it at the center of a stampede. You’re vulnerable. You’re scared. You’re going to get hurt – repeatedly. I was watching a TV show the other day where a baby was kidnapped to get to her grandfather. I can’t shed a … More Baby coloured glasses?