15 Marbles

Babushka has been dropping pearls of wisdoms everyday…I am sure I have forgotten many..but here are some of the latest ones..
SD and I were discussing if we should bring some sweets or fruits to a friend’s place for Ganpati festival..and Babushka jumped in the conversation-
“I think,we should bring flowers..because Ganpati Bappa Absolutely loves flowers!”
After we stopped gaping at her,we did end up bringing flowers to the friend’s place.

SD managed to sprain his neck,while changing Babykins diaper in the car!! Don’t ask me how.So,he took the day off..when he dropped Babushka to Kinder,she told him- “Papa, now listen, you are not well,right?So go home,drink Haldi ka milk and go to sleep.When you wake up,you will feel better..:) SD came home,looking all senti and proud all at once!

SD had applied for a job in some company lets call it XYZ..so every day,he would ask Babushka,”Baby,do you think Papa will get a job in XYZ company?” and she would say ‘yes’.. And SD would promise her,that if he got a job in XYZ company,he would give her a special prize..So,today,Babushka asked him..”Papa,which office are you going to?ABC or XYZ?” SD replied,”ABC”..So, Babushka goes,hmmpf..what is this Papa,everyday you keep going to ABC..when will you go to XYZ..SD told her,when I get a job in XYZ..So,Babushka the best idea-person(her own title) came up with this idea- “Papa you should write them a letter and tell them that I really want to come to your office,I love your office.When they read your letter,they will be happy,they will call you over,immediately!” And before SD could comment on it..she went on to say,”Aren’t I the best thinker?I ALWAYS come up with the best ideas!!”

Last week,I was looking at some pics that Sue had shared of her son’s school craft exhibition.Those pictures immediately took me back to the arts and crafts exhibitions,when I was a kid.We were allowed to submit items,other than the ones we made in school and my mom would plan some and we would work on them together through out the year.
And then,today, Ms.Aadya told me that she wasn’t very happy with me.She reminded me that we haven’t done anything fun in a long time.When Aadya says fun,she means business…and business being,Arts and Crafts. And so her guilt-ridden mommy decided to launch an Arts and Crafts Marathon. For the next 2 weeks,I have decided to do at least one arty-crafty activity with her..every single day. Of course,I haven’t told it to her,because saying something to her,is like carving it in a stone..and I cannot risk that. Also,I hope the baby co-operates and we can get through these two weeks and have tonnes of fun arts and crafts to show,at the end 🙂
And since all good things become better when done with friends,I figured,I will ask you to join me..Here’s a big shout-out to all you Mommies and Daddies, who would like to join in the fun..Come join the fun… The craft-a-thon starts on Monday,26th September and ends on 10th October.
Before we begin,just a few pointers:
If you have your own blog,blog about your craft of the day 🙂
If you don’t have a blog,you can send me pictures and I can share them here.
You don’t have to be a mom/dad to join this craft-a-thon,you just have to be craft lover.
If you find the idea for your craft,from another website,do link back to them.If your inspiration comes from a book,then,please share the name,so others can enjoy it too.
And lastly HAVE FUN!

Ananya Birth Story-1
Ananya Birth Story-2
Contd:
We went to the OT at around 3 PM,because would you believe it,there was another emergency case. The walk to OT from the labor ward seems surreal to me..Aadi held my hand all the way and it took all my will-power to not cry when I said good bye to her..I kissed her and told her,’Mumma and Papa would be back with her baby sister soon’..She said,she would be waiting right outside..and said ALL the BEST!
We went inside,they asked Sanj to change into his scrubs while they took me in for preps..We started with the epidural..everyone was so good and encouraging.They had to try a few times to find the right spot and after every poke,everyone would cheer me and tell me,I was doing well.One of the nurses was standing in front of me and asked me hold his hand tight when they poked..and everytime I said sorry for crushing his hand,he would smile and say,I am not complaining and kept me distracted by talking to me about bollywood actors.
I knew something wasn’t working,when they called a senior guy..and he said,he was going to try again.So,first he gave me a spinal block,and then tried the epidural..Gosh!That was the most horrible sensation ever..I felt a wave of current go down my leg and I never EVER want to feel that again..I remember screaming and saying..I am never having another baby again Finally,the epidural was in place and then we were set.When they did the cold test,my legs were numb.. but my tummy wasn’t.Then,they did the forceps test and I could FEEL EVERYTHING.And then everything happenned very quickly. Sam the anesthesiologist,said,sorry,it didnt work and that they were going to put me to sleep.I told him,I wanted to say something to him and he asked me what.I said,he was the really sweet and way nicer than my anesthesiologist the first time..He said thanks and I felt like I was gagging on something and feeling funny.I wanted to remove the mask that Sam was holding on my face,but I couldn’t because someone/something was holding my hands. The last thing,I remember is Sam telling me to keep my eyes open till I could.
The next thing I remember is very hazy,someone was trying to push my bed and talking to me or someone else..I don’t know.I woke up in my room and Aadi ran in,wearing her beautiful pink coat and said,”Mumma Ananya is here..She is out of your tummy..she is so cute,Mumma..I love her..”I remember crying because I couldn’t see the baby anywhere..and I asked Sanj,are you sure its a girl…and they all laughed and said,yes it is..then I remember trying to hug Aadya awkwardly..holding the baby..but that is a very hazy memory..I guess I must have dozed off.
Later,I came to know that Ananya arrived in this world,at 4:09 PM on Saturday,July 23rd 2011.She had inhaled a bit of the general anesthetic and so her lungs had to be cleared with artificial respiration.Sanj was sitting outside hearing all this..He heard the OT staff,gush about her..about how beautiful she was and her lovely hair..how pink she was after her lungs cleared up.
I spent the rest of the night under observation.I remember the mid-wife Judy who took care of me..I don’t remember her face,but I know she was stocky and had really short hair and I can still hear her voice,telling me,’Alright,Trishna,can you turn for me ..don’t worry,we’ll get through this night’..I remember her giving me a nice sponge bath and changed my hospital gown,I remember her putting the baby to my breast,every few hours..
The next day,Irene,my mid-wife came to see me..she told me of the events that took place…that I had a difficult delivery and lost a lot of blood in the OT,that they had trouble waking me up and I spend more than 8 hours in recovery and the whole night under observation..all those images of Judy and her words made sense then.
I was really disappointed at not being awake for Ananya’s birth..I felt very guilty about not being there for her,in her first moments of life..and then Irene hugged me and told me,that,even if I was sleeping,I was the first one that Ananya touched,after she was cleaned..Irene said,she put her face to face with me..Gosh.. just writing about it,is making me all choked up..I can never thank Irene enough for that one moment..
The next day,I was still in a morphine-induced haze and Ananya was too.Both of us,were poked every few hours,to check our sugars..my BP shot up after the surgery and I was on constant BP monitoring..my oxygen level had dropped down considerably and I had to be on Oxygen for the next 48 hours.One time,I took off the oxygen mask to kiss Ananya and the monitor started beeping and I had to put it back on..Ananya was born on Saturday and on Sunday night,the mid-wife helped me to the bathroom..and I almost screamed,looking at my blue-grey face…that’s when I got really scared..But touchwood,God gave me tremendous strength and looking at my baby’s face and thinking of Aadya at home,made me get up,walk around a little..I am not saying this just for the heck of saying..they really were my motivation to feel better..
We came home on the 4th day..I had stayed away almost 6 days and the look on Aadya’s face was priceless.. She couldn’t stop kissing her sister and hugging me..and every few minutes,she would come,hug me tight and tell me..”Mumma,I really missed you..when you were not there!”
Me,I am just happy to be healthy and home with my beautiful family…:)
If you are still reading,thank you for your patience..I know its too long..but come on,more than 20 hours of labour, failed epidurals,and such an eventful delivery,needs to be documented,yes?!!