Archive for March, 2010
So yes, the hunt for a suitable nanny for my little baby has begun. Even though she will be needing one only 3 months from now, such great is the demand that I have to start looking right now. And then there is the thing of budget. I cannot afford those chic looking, CPR sprouting nannies that look like they have just walked out of a movie set because, well..ahem….they probably earn more than me. That kind of leaves me with the Indian aunties who are looking for some light work to keep themselves busy. Which is excellent because I think nothing beats a hearty children loving aunty who also cooks . Not even Red Cross training. But. but, but , but but But. We have a dog at home.
I realize that not everyone likes dogs or are comfortable around them. Which is why I SPECIFICALLY said in my ad that I would like someone who is comfortable around dogs since we have a dog at home. I got phonecalls by the truck loads. I was very surprised because I know that not a lot of Indian ladies are comfortable with dogs. In fact, I re-iterated the fact that we have a dog at home and all of them sounded super confident. They told me tales of how they had four-four dogs in their homes previously and how dear Jackie / Romeo took his last breath in their arms. Anyways, I called them home to talk to them and to also evaluate how comfortable they would be at my home. That was one of the best decisions I made.
Nanny #1 came, looked at my dog and screamed.
Nanny #2 asked why I cannot tie my dog when she is around.
Nanny #3 asked me to get rid of the dog.
Nanny #4 seemed ok. But she called back after she left saying she is scared of dogs.
What part of the “we have a dog at home and the nanny needs to be comfortable around dogs” part of my ad did they not understand???
PS: If anyone thinks Rummy’s behaviour was off the mark during these interviews, the poor chap was sitting all the time on his doggie bed, his head down. One of the times he even fell asleep!
Things have been rosy in the Clueless household. Touch wood. Risha is eating properly and gaining weight. She is not too cranky most of the times. And to sweeten the deal, she has decided to give us a 5 hour sleep stretch in the night.
But. I guess there always has to be a but. And the “but” here is my…well…butt. The thing is, even though I gained only 25 pounds during my pregnancy, 2 months later I still have about 10 pounds torturing me. And no matter what I do, it is not going away even by a pound. In fact, today morning I weighed myself, did some workout, came back and weighed again. And guess what? I showed half a pound heavier!
The issue is not so much my weight as my wardrobe. I love most of my wardrobe. It has been assembled over time – finding sales and deals here and there. Shopping in some vague store where I got the bargain of a lifetime for an awesome top. I had my favourites – some tops fit me fantastically and I could always fall back on them when I was indecisive. There are clothes that K really loved to see me in. And then there are clothes that are filled with memories. Like the chiffon halter that I wore on my honeymoon or the gorgeous salwar my mom sent on my birthday. And now, they no longer fit. Or they don’t fit the way they are supposed to.
I can pull my favourite jeans up my thighs and even button them, but I end up having a muffin top. The top that fit me perfectly now shows a paunch peeking through. And all my tailored clothes – I can’t get them past my bustline because of my humongous lactating boobs (which I am told are temporary). The tops that fit me well and surprise me end up happening to be my pregnancy tops.
I know, I know that after having a baby my body will no longer have the same shape as before. And I am ok with that. But I am unprepared for the drastic way in which it has changed. I am no Heidi Klum, but I do want my thighs to be non-scary and my paunch reduced to maybe a small pooch. Is that too much? Or is it too soon? I don’t know. But I am starting swimming from next week. Hopefully it will do something that will actually show on the scales.
Ladies – what was your experience with post natal weight loss? Is it possible or are we searching for the Yeti here? Any tips? In the meantime, I will keep chugging along on my elliptical, obsessively looking at the rpm and step count.
Yes, I am back at work. I can’t believe it but I am. And my 7 week old baby is with her grandma and grandpa clueless to the fact that her mommy is not around and it just breaks my heart. But I know that I need that extra leave when my mom returns back to India so that Risha gets more family time before starting with a nanny. I know it is for her best, but damn it hurts!
I am stopping that topic right here before this post turns into an illegible rant.
Moving on, I am proud to say that I have been a more green person when it comes to Risha’s things. I have happily accepted things from my friends that they had bought for their kids. A quick wash with some anti bacterial and they are as good as new. Some of these things were barely used for 2-3 months because the kids outgrow them in that span of time. So I have myself baby bean pillow, nursing pillow, some very cute rattles, baby sling, size 1 diapers that my friend’s kid outgrew while they still had stock in that size and I have to say I am mighty pleased. One look into the baby stores here and you will know the excess I am talking about. Everything made of plastic and packaged in more plastic. A device for every little thing connected to the baby. Things that you cannot use for more than 3 months, so you discard them almost brand new! On my side too, Risha has already outgrown her newborn size clothes and moved to the next size ( what?? so soon? maybe I will blink and she will be off to college! ) and those clothes have barely been worn 5 times.
I have also learned that expensive does not always equate to quality. I have seen organic expensive baby oils that cost $20 for a small bottle. I have been making my own using mineral oil, almond oil and avacado oil and it works beautifully. I collectively spent $15 on a big bottle of mineral oil, almond oil and avacado oil and I am not even past the half way mark. I bought some super expensive diaper rash cream which did nothing for my baby. And then I use plain old petroleum jelly and boom! no more rashes. All you experienced moms out there must be rolling their eyes over what must be common for you, but please let me bask in the glory of these discoveries for a while…
I always knew that with Rummy and Risha together, there will be some things that will happen that may not be very appealing. What I did not expect is for them to start happening so soon! Rummy has perfected the art of stealthily licking some part of Risha and running away. So far he has been able to lick her head and her leg. I hope the face part is postponed to sometime later. In return, Risha caught Rummy’s wet nose and was really amused. I had to wipe her hand really really fast before she decided to chuck it into her mouth.
Risha’s grandpa arrived last week and seems to be quite smitten with his brand new grand daughter. At the same time, he is freaked out about carrying Risha because she is so “little and delicate”. Everytime he has to carry her, he “prepares” by getting some 2 blankies on his lap and one more to cover Risha and sits very still for the time Risha is on his lap. His morning routine starts with keeping a highly awake and happy Risha engaged in conversation. And oh boy! does she talk! For full 45 minutes non stop. And sometimes even an hour if she has pooped and is feeling mighty pleased about it. But for some reason, all her grandpa can say to her is “Koli mari! Koli mari!” (baby hen! baby hen!) which repeated for 45 minutes can have adverse effects on a sleep deprived mom.
Risha’s grandpa also got himself a super stylish set of aviators and has been wanting to wear it on his walks for “UV protection”. But the rain gods have not been kind to him and most of the day ends up being cloudy. He carries his new sun glasses anyways in hope that some small ray of sunshine will break through. Risha’s grandma laughs at him everyday for this.
K is getting very sentimental about his daughter. For the most part Risha is dressed in overalls that keep her warm. When we were having visitors, I decided to put a pretty frock and K was all freaked out saying “Oh my God! she looks like a girl in this. Why do you have to make her frocks already? Soon she will grow up and get married and go away”. Drama queen anyone??
K also gets very creative when he is the sleepiest. So every time Risha wakes up in the night, a new scene unfolds. One day she is He-man (remember that cartoon??) and the next day she is Simba being shown to the forest. His lullabies are equally interesting. Mostly it is “Saare Jahan se Accha” but can morph into “Its the time to disco” and many such inappropriate songs.
So yup, that is a glimpse of the clueless household, more chaotic than it has ever been – all thanks to a tiny 9 pounder.