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Today was a crazy crazy day.I woke up feeling sick..actually sicker than yesterday..I was feeling flu-ish.
After Babs left for school,I actually came to the bedroom to lie down- A rarity in itself..but I was tired.Dee sent a text to postpone my drive lesson by an hour and I was happy..so,I could sleep for a while.When I woke up,I was still feeling sick.Luckily,I had already booked an appointment with the Dr. for my blood work.
After the driving lesson,picked up Babs and went to the Dr.s office.I was just too tired. Sent a text to SD,saying I was feeling horrible..The Dr. checked me and said,it was a chest infection and my wind-pipe was constricted too.He prescribed antibiotics and asked me to take the inhaler too.By the time we finished,both of us were famished..I got my prescription filled and we grabbed a bite at the food court.
By then I was feeling even sicker. So,called a cab.the effing cab took 20 mins to arrive.I swear i could have reached home in that time..but it was too windy,I had no energy to walk.So,we waited out in the cold for 20 mins..Luckily,it was sunny too..so we picked a sunny spot.
At home,I switched on the TV for Babs n stretched out on the couch.I dunno when I dozed off.SD came home by 6:30-he took an earlier train,Thank God,because by then,I started to get breathless..I took the inhaler,but still no use..and I realised that I hadn’t felt the baby move in quiet sometime.
We decided to just go see the GP.. and again Thank God we did.. because by the time I reached there I couldnt say 2 words without panting.The GP checked me,heard the baby’s heartbeat n then gave me the nebuliser. Then she made me wait there for sometime..All in all,after spending a good two hours,we are home,with instructions to go straight to the hospital,if it happens again in the night or in the next couple days.I have an appointment with the OB anyway on Monday..Gosh! I can’t express the relief I felt when I felt the baby move,after the dose of nebuliser!
My immunity is at an all time low,this pregnancy..to add to it,Gestational diabetes and Melbourne weather don’t help at all.. the Dr. told me, ” you have a very challenging 7-8 week period ahead of you!” Yikess! that reminds me,I am in my 31st week now!!
I have to mention,I got a very very encouraging email from one of my readers,about how she was admired me for having handled everything with Babs,all by myself…and Everytime I feel discouraged,I read it.Thanks S.
Oh and R’s mom.. thank you for your encouraging comment about gest.diabetes too.. everytime I get sick of injecting myself..I remember that atleast someone thinks I am cool to not freak out..:)
For now,I am just going to think of getting past the 36 week mark.. think 36,EVERYONE! -
It was Babushka’s first day at her new Kinder today. And she loved it!!(touch wood,NOW!)
She was feeling a little shy to begin with..sticking close to me,asking me to stay near her.Then her teacher came and said Hello to her..and thats it..:) She started loosening up.
She told her name,loud and clear and then picked out a locker to keep her bag. Here,in this school,there are no designated lockers,the kids can pick whichever one they like and then, the parents can attach a velcro name tag to the locker.
I had to hand in her re-enrolment form and submit some documents..by the time,I was done,Babs was happily building towers with wooden blocks,sitting next to two other girls.
When I went to say goodbye to her,she hugged me and said,”I love you,Mumma”..I was so happy to see her settle in like that. And also,felt a tiny bit guilty for having yelled at her,in the morning.Then,I had 3 and a half hours to kill. I could have just come back home,but we had a tiring weekend and I knew,if I came home,I would just go about finishing my chores,before heading out to pick her up.So,I just gave myself a break and hung out in the library..read the newspaper,leisurely,read magazines..then grabbed some lunch at the food court..window-shopped a little,read some more..and generally chilled around.
Oh at the food court,I went to my favorite Kebab place..OMG!this pregnancy I am ODing on Chicken Shawarma. So,after I finished ordering,the girl at the counter asked me,where I had left my little girl..:) Gosh! It warmed up my heart,even before I had the first bite.. you know,I love the familiarity of the suburbs..where after the first few times,even the cashier at the grocery store recognises you:) LOL! yeah I am crazy like that.Anyway,it was such a relief to not be running to get to school in time…:) As soon as I stepped in the door,the Teacher’s Assistant told me,”Oh!she had a nice day.She did great!” And you know what,today,she was sitting up front and not in the back,like in the old school. LOL! No No,I am not saying this to gloat that she is a first bencher..I am just saying that she was sitting upfront and talking to the teacher..instead of just sitting in the back,listlessly. She used to be so tired and cranky,by the time,I went to pick her up,in the other school..She had eaten a full lunch before going and even finished her school snack!!YAY!!!
And as we were leaving,she asked me,if she can go back to this school,again tomorrow..YES YES!I hope this happy trend continues:)
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I thought a lot before writing this..but I guess the fact that I am actually thinking about it,qualifies for it to be written.This is sort of a rant,so,feel free to skip it,if you are not in a mood for that.
So,lately,certain events around me have led me to wonder,if people we consider our friends are really friends or mere acquaintances or not even that..sometimes I feel they are just random people thrown together in similar situations and who end up hanging out together.
No,no,please don’t get me wrong-I have met some really great people over the years and many of them are very good friends.When I meet a person,I like,I don’t think about where they live/work/come from. For me,its the person that matters and I don’t stop at doing anything for them…anything thats physically possible for me to do.
Now if you are house-wife or SAHM mom like me,you will know,that your chances of meeting people are very remote..even more so,when you don’t have kids or have younger kids.Most people that you meet are through your husband’s work place or if you have school going kids,through their schools.
Initially,when I moved out of India,I would start talking to people in the laundry,library,grocery store,everywhere..inviting them over to my place,but the weird looks I got or the crazy specimens I met, were enough to discourage me..And so,I ended up meeting or being friends with SD’s colleagues’ wives.Sometimes I was happy on other times I was bored to death.But,after frequent moving,I realised that the friendships ended with each move. Catching up for a cup of coffee,while you were in the same building or same city was fine.. but no-one had the time to keep up a long distance relationship.I would still try to keep in touch and then finally pick up the pieces of my broken heart and move on..hoping to find new friends in the new place.
Then,we moved to Australia.And a couple of months after moving here,met this really nice group of friends..again through SD’s work place but everyone was warm and welcoming..and I thought wow.. I really got lucky this time..We would meet every weekend or every other weekend and it was fun.Even after we moved off to a farther suburb,the meetings continued and all was well. And then,SD got a very good break and changed his job.We were still in the same city and so still had the same friends.
Slowly things started changing..while previously a visit to our suburb was incomplete without stopping by at our home,just to say hi or have a cup of tea,now,the meet-ups were casually moved to another friend’s home..and mentioned to us,much much later. While earlier,if a picnic or dinner was being planned,I was asked/consulted on dates too.. now,I was just informed a day prior or so.. saying that it was a last minute plan..while,I was well-aware of when and where discussion had started.
Then,I got pregnant and was horribly sick and that became a convenient excuse to not visit.. quoting my supposed friend, ” I don’t visit because I don’t want to bother you”…Seriously,its no-one’s job to take care of me,when I am sick.. really,I don’t expect it..but having a friend over,can really cheer up even the sickest person.And I wasn’t on the death-bed..I was just experiencing pregnancy related sickness. I didn’t think much of that as well,until a friend,a mom I met at Babushka’s activity group came over.She had called up for a casual chit-chat and I told her I was pregnant and horribly sick and could we talk later.She hung up and turned up,2 hours later a box of sabji and said,”I know you are sick.. but I figured,seeing someone might cheer you up.”She stayed over,made me tea. Her own kids were at school and Kumon,she entertained Babushka and talked to me..That short half an hour visit made me feel so much better.
But,it made me think.. someone I knew for hardly 6 months..someone,who I met once a week for a short while,was thoughtful and considerate,then,why couldn’t somebody I considered a friend.A friend for whom I had gone out of my way and done things.A friend for whom I had inconvenienced my family…begged SD to drive for half an hour after work-just so we could go wish her son for his birthday;dragged a half- asleep Babs,just so I could deliver cupcakes for her daughter to take to school the next day.I feel like a fool now..really do.
Now,they are having a birthday party,for one of the kids..When I called up to wish,I was told,that we are still thinking about it..while all our other friends have already got the invitations.I think,I will just get a call at the last minute,with the same excuse that it was decided at the last minute. I am seriously considering,if I should call her bluff or politely decline.What would you do?
But the invitation is the least of my worries…really,what saddens me is that,I am not valued as a person.I was just considered a friend or person worthy of hanging out,because,my husband was a co-worker.Sometimes,I wonder if their attitude would have still changed,if SD had not got this new job..but it again brings me to the same point..A real friend,a genuine friend will not envy you your success..right? They would be happy for you..then,I wonder..if these people are really our friends?May be we were just a part of the corporate circle,who you had to interact in order to remain popular..you know like the necessary side-kicks!
May be this sounds trivial,but I had to write it to get it out of my head. What do you think?Waiting to hear your take on it.
