Category: Bugz

Tubelight

I was putting Bugz to sleep when D walked in.

D: Let’s watch a movie.
Me: enh? It is 11:00 at night and I want to sleep.
D: Come on. Watch with me.
Me: I am really tired and want to sleep as soon as she sleeps.

He tried a few more times after which he gave up and headed down by himself.

Bugz was being extra fussy and it took me good 2 hours to get her to sleep after which I passed out. I woke up next to a kiss on my cheek.

Me: What happened?
D: Nothing.

I drifted back to sleep to be woken up by a cranky Bugz off and on during the night. In between the entire sleep deprived, brain-snooze night I suddenly have a moment of clarity ‘Oh! that is why he wanted to spend some time with me.’ Which was followed by what else but trying to get some sleep, which meant I forgot all about that one moment of clarity. Morning was as it is every morning. Buzz words from the other room and the tubelight finally switched on.

There is no excuse, none what to so ever. I have become a total tubelight where nothing registers anymore and I can’t remember anything past 5 minutes. So today I will try to make up for it by making some good food. Hope I remember to get all the ingredients when I am out grocery shopping. But in the meantime I need get a handle on this memory thing. 8 hours of sleep a day would help big time but past experience tells me it is not happening any time soon. 

Tell me people what all do you do when you realize your memory fails you? I need help.

Dear little joker

Pulling your hair is no fun. Looking at me with puppy eyes while you cry is no fun either. Holding on with all your strength while I try to pry your fingers open is seriously no fun. So how about we try pulling on the blanket or your t-shirt. I know you can’t control these things just yet but how about we work on it together. Till then let go sweetheart.

Love,
-Maa

PS: The look of confusion on your face was priceless 🙂

It’s a jungle out here

This year has not been nice to Mumma Comfy. What with her being sick and either eating unhealthy food or nothing at all at the start of the year, to worrying non-stop about sick Nani, to having a complete breakdown last month. No this year has not been nice to Mumma Comfy.

The tears and the sadness in turn set out a chain reaction of preterm contractions stressing her out even more. Emergency trips to labor and delivery, where Buzz didi would ask every few minutes, ‘Baby lenne aaye hein?’ Endless trips to the doctor’s office. Stress tests and amniotic fluid level tests and hematocrit levels tests.  The doctor asked her to reduce her stress levels. Did she succeed? To some degree. Were someone to ask me, if I wanted to be out just then? I would answer with a very strong, ‘Of course not!’ But then no one was asking me. Her weight was also not moving up but I can’t leave everything to her now can I? So I did my part and grew bigger, taking in all the nourishment I could and I grew strong every day. I also made sure to kick her real hard every now and then when I felt she needed to be told to take care of me.

But I have to give her that she did take care of me. She took her rests very seriously. Reduced her time at work by a lot, working from home instead. Nana moving his tickets to a couple of weeks early and being with her helped as well. And we got to the 37 weeks mark. Yay! I was full term. Which is when Mumma went in to her ‘let’s get work done’ mode. Things that needed to be bought were bought, which meant trips to the mall for me. Cleaning that needed to be done was done which meant increased number of random contractions for me. Food that she wanted to eat was cooked, which meant yummy food for me.

But I was greedy. I wanted to stay inside for a little bit longer. Mumma’s body was listening to my kicks and moves. We crossed over to 38 weeks. Mama rejoiced, placing all his bets on me arriving on his birthday. As if I would share my glory day with anyone else? The night of his birthday he sulked saying, there were 4 more hours to go and that Mumma should do something. Mumma laughed and went about making daal while Papa made rice. Dinner and dishes done, Mumma went to take a shower. She was on her way out when she felt some fluid coming out. She stopped in her tracks. Did her water just break? But it was just a trickle and it stopped after that. Was water breaking not this big dramatic ‘OH MY GOD’ moment which has the actress in the moves running around in frenzy? Nothing like that here. It was 11:00 at night as she picked up her laptop. Papa had to look up at that since Mumma just crashes and starts to count sheeps at this time every night. ‘What are you doing’, he asked. ‘Searching for some information’, she replied. A few clicks here and there and articles read, she called labor and delivery. ‘I think my water just broke’, she said, ‘but I am not very sure’. ‘It just might be lack of bladder control’, the nurse on the other end replied. Mumma looked around in horror and silently prayed, ‘please not THAT!’ The nurse asked her to do a few things, followed by lying down for a while and then to call in about an hours’ time either ways. An hour later Mumma called again with her findings and was asked to head to the hospital.

For two people who have been in a state of limbo for weeks on end, my parents were so not prepared to go to the hospital. There was running around to put the clothes in a bag, find the camera and its transfer cord, my take home clothes, my car seat (and guess what they forgot in the process? Their toothbrushes!). And the funniest thing is, Mumma who had been dealing with constant contractions for all these weeks was getting none now. So she moved around helping Papa without issues. The trip to the hospital at 1:00 at night was pain free unlike with Didi’s, as Mumma likes to tell. Labor room triage confirmed that the membrane indeed had ruptured and Mumma was 3 cm dilated which meant we finally got to see the delivery room at 3:00 A.M. The contractions were back but were not too painful. Mumma sat in peace reading her book, finished it (Yes yes the guy got the girl, if anyone is interested in knowing) and then went to sleep. Her doctor spoke to her after a while and said since things were moving so slowly maybe they should induce labor. What was everyone’s hurry, I would never know. 7:30 in the morning the contractions which were getting steadily more painful and closer together got really painful (I still have birthing rashes to show for them so I do know). Papa called Mama up to give him an update. Nana was called to get Buzz didi ready for daycare. Ballu uncle was called to ask him to drop didi off. Mama called back to say Mammi and the kids were flying the 11:00 A.M flight and would be with us at 2:00 in the afternoon. In the meantime Mumma was discussing the pros and corns of taking a pain killer for the time being to deal with painful contractions and then get epidural when she was closer to delivering or just taking epidural right away. Again given how long it took Didi to make an entry in to this world and how slowly her contractions were getting to the point where they got super painful it was expected that Mumma would have a long labor. At around 8:00 after all the discussion Mumma said, ‘Epidural now’. The anesthesiologist came in around 8:10 and the epidural catheter was put in. Mumma was in excruciating pain by then and was not too still I guess because the epidural only worked on the left side and Mumma was dealing with full on contraction pain on her right side. The anesthesiologist said sometimes it does take time and he would come back in 10 mins to check on Mumma and access the situation. The nurse checked on Mumma soon after which meant it was 8:20 and called out 8 cm dilation and zero station.

The nurse was still logging all this information but honestly I had enough. I wanted to stay inside but no one was ready to let me be. And I can’t stay in a place where I am not welcome, now can I? So I took things in my own hand. Mumma screamed, ‘I have to push, I just have to push’. The nurse was in shock. ‘You can’t push just yet; you are nowhere close to being fully dilated. I checked you 2 mins back’, said she. ‘I don’t know or care’, Mumma grunted, ‘I have to push’. The nurse came over and she could see my head. ‘OH MY GOD! Don’t push just yet. Let me get the equipment ready. Let me at least call the doctor’. Papa calls her the octopus nurse as she did 10 things at the same time, running in and out of the room, getting things ready, checking on Mumma and me, asking Mumma not to push or use little pushes. ‘I have to, I have to’, Mumma kept saying while Papa tried to soothe her and the nurse ran around. Another nurse came in to help set up things and then the doctor came. The doctor had one glove on, was working on putting the other one. The nurse was putting on the doctor’s gown when Mumma gave up and pushed. Once, twice, thrice and yipe yay I came out crying at 8:30 A.M. And just for all the pain and stress Mumma had put me through, I peed all over her. Ain’t I smart?

Buzz didi came to see me and was shocked that I was actually here. She kept looking from Mumma’s belly to me and refused to say anything. She has come around now though and calls for me the first thing in the morning and as soon as she comes from the day care.

Mumma held me and had a long crying session, which for once Papa let her, all the while holding on to her.

I hated the hospital because they kept poking and prodding me. I have five heel pokes and one in my thigh to show for it. I was so happy to come home.

Mammi, Didi and Bhaiya are here and the house is full of war cries and fights and laughs.

Nana is busy dotting on all four of his grandkids and gets no break at all.

Papa is busy taking care of Buzz didi and errands inside and outside the house. And me of course as and when needed.

Mumma watches my diapers obsessively and talks about pee and poop color. She was heard happily telling anyone who would listen that my poop was mustardy yellow now. Whatever that means!

She also calls me a joker at my nursing time drama. hmph!

And she thinks my cries sound like a peacock call. grrrr!

Emails and wishes are pouring in along with surprise ‘What we did not even know!’ from friends of Mumma and Papa who are not from town.

I am the center of the world in the Comfy household and I don’t mind it one bit. I do my part of sleeping at all the wrong times, waking up in the middle of the nights, demanding milk when Mumma is the most tired and generally being myself.

Welcome me to your jungle people and hope to see you all around.
-Bugz, the ‘she’ bunny
(Mumma thinks I look like a monkey, but optimistically calls me a bunny)