(AtoZ 2018, we have not given up yet!)
It was the best kind of week. The weekend followed by Monday (when I planned worked from home) and then a holiday on Tuesday. I was looking forward to this long break ever since I saw the annual holiday list and was excited beyond measure, not because I had anything planned, but because I could put my feet up and relax. Or so I thought.
I’ll tell you how just one of those days went by.
8 am: “It is a holiday, let’s sleep some more.” Baby attacks boob viciously for her morning drink. Notices mama falling asleep and plants her palm on mama’s face with unbelievable force, inversely proportional to her body size. Belches loudly and proceeds to crawl over me to the edge of the bed and almost topples down head first. Good bye sleep.
9 am: After marching around the house, tearing the newspaper to shreds while nobody was watching and managing to spill water over herself, baby sits down for breakfast. After a few half-hearted attempts at making her eat bits of roti by herself, I turn on the tablet and play some tamil and hindi movie songs. Baby shakes her bum as food slides down her throat.
10 am: We decide to give her an early bath. Baby has managed to enter the bathroom and stick her hand under the hot water tap. After some pacifying, she’s alright. I bring her to the bed to dry her and she decides to pee on the bed. “Such a cutie pie she’s clapping away. Okay where did all that water come. NO BABY DON’T TAP THE WET MATTRESS!”
11 am: After some more marching, video-calling grandparents, and chewing the telephone wire, baby makes sleepy signs and nurses to sleep. FINALLY! Mama washes her hair, reads the newspaper for a bit and spends the rest of the time responding to whatsapp messages and buying things she doesn’t need on amazon.
1 pm: Baby wakes up deciding to be fussy and not have lunch. A whole hour goes cajoling the baby to eat as she spits food and goes from room to room as if she can escape it.
2 pm: We don’t know if the baby is more tired or if mama is more tired. Mama right now just wants to lay down and sleep. Baby brings a book and hands it with an “unn” asking to be read to. “The cow says moo. The sheep says baa. Three singing pigs say la-la-la..” Baby points her finger mimicking mama when mama says “No no, that isn’t right. The pigs say oink oink all day and night!” Mama goes into hormonal over drive.. “Oh my god baby you learned to point! Come let’s take a photo of you pointing.. please point for the photo, come on now..”
3pm: Baby falls asleep and mama thanks all the gods in the universe and manages to get some sleep.
5 pm: Mama and baby go downstairs for a walk. Baby plays “love me-love me not”with flowers from the bushes and puts her finger into tiny crevices that are not visible to the normal human eye but somehow magnified and inviting to babies. Mama scowls at the other baby that runs inside her house with her toys as she sees our baby approaching and mentally makes a note of the toy to buy it for baby later.
6 pm: We bid the crows, the other kids and the pup in the flat good bye and come back home. Baby eats a slice of cheese and has another feed. She then proceeds to play with her toys for a while as mama decides what to cook for dinner. In between baby going potty and biting a tomato, somehow dinner is made.
7 pm: Baby wants to play with the semiya. She proceeds to pick it and fling it around her. Mama keeps repeating, “Engaging with food is the first step towards self feeding”until it doesn’t help with the hyperventilation anymore. Baby proceeds to pick food from the floor and offer it to mama with sweet smiles and cooing noises. In the next hour the food is pushed down baby’s throat using various means and distractions.
8 pm: Baby has discarded all her toys and wants to play with the ladle and stainless steel plates. She proceeds to create very annoying sounds but mama is like “maybe there’s a drummer in her somewhere!” We read some more, and then have a hot water bath as we prepare for bed.
9 pm: Baby has been changed into fresh clothes, and is being nursed, hoping she’ll fall asleep. Baby of course has other plans. Baby proceeds to slide out of bed to go back to the hall, and play “watch me climb the sofa and jump off it”or “let me make your heart stop by tilting this chair that I’m standing on”.
10 pm: baby has been forcibly nursed because mama doesn’t know what else she can do to get baby to sleep. Baby has put her fingers inside the ac vent, bends and smiles at mama from between her legs, and topples over pillows and laughs at the joke.
11 pm: Baby makes sleep cues and is being rocked to sleep. After she dozes, mama feels like superwoman. It’s done. And now mama has the rest of the day to herself. Only, where is the rest of the day?