Breast Cancer

One only comes to know "more" about a disease or a situation when one comes across it. Somebody very close to me has Breast Cancer and I can't stop thinking about it. Although I haven't told many ppl about who that person is but it I just wake up during the night thinking about the C word. I never thought it cud happen to her. When I first came to know about it I searched Wiki for more info., googled about it and taking to my hubby about it.

There is very little I can do but I talk to her, listen to her and try to understand how she feels about it. Her biggest fear is undergoing chemotherapy which results in loss of hair and other side effects.

Empty mind is devil's workshop

The following few months have been very stressful for me because I am occupied with various useless thoughts (not all the time but still....) My first day in London was terribly bad and I can't forget it, a short account of the day -

My husband went to office at around 8:30 and then P starts to cry out aloud - took her out for a short walk - came back and then she starts to cry loudly - played with her - then a huge cry - a while later a knock on the door - the family living upstairs came and asked me rudely "Why is she crying so loudly? Did u say smething to her? is she fine?" - P sleeps a lill later - The lady living on the upper floor gave me a devil look when I went out - I ignored - Husband comes back home - A knock on the door and .......POLICE - They ask me "do u have a baby? v have a complain against u....d baby has been crying whole day....is she fine? Can v c her?" They c her n go away saying "she looks fine, healthy"

This is definitely not the way I expected the family living on the upper floor to behave but I guess they were just trying to be good citizens?????????

The reasons for which P was crying:

1. She was missing her dada n dadi
2. In India, we don't keep our babies in diaper, atleast I didn't. But in London we made her wear diaper all day long coz of carpets n wooden flooring.
3. All day long P was just seeing me n nobody around her....as in no dada n dadi.
4. Lesser toys as it was the first day and we had few toys for her to play with. Later on we got some more for her.
5. No familiar voices t be heard n only mum was there for her.
6. Loneliness and change of place.

I think all these reasons are just enuf to state why my daughter was crying and instead of helping me with my baby the lady was rude n threatening. later on I met her outside my house n told her all the reasons that I have mentioned above to clarify as to "why is my baby crying". Although, she didn't deserve to be told all this. Anyways, I am happy to be flying back to India by Dec end. But, I have no reason to say I like London because.........I would not like to be back here ever.

Some food photography taken from K530i

Passion Fruit, Raspberries and Strawberries














Jacket Potato with tuna and sweet corn














Raspberries jam filled Doughnuts














Blackberries

Confession

Many a times my friends n family from India have asked me "So do u like living in London?" My answer "NO, It's boring here, I don't like the place". But, being true to myself I somewhere like it here :)
Peaceful, happy and content - that's how I feel it here. Although I miss mornings of India, where one can usually here sabjiwala n doodhwala in the morning selling their stuff. But most importantly I miss family n friends.
My evenings in India would pass chatting with friends n going on evening walks with them. Here, in London the weather is very unpredictable so can't take my baby out daily.

On my baby's front she has started walking, saying mum (for water n me), papa n evens tells us to switch on d computer so that she can watch her nursery rhymes. My day passes preparing food, taking baby out for walk if the weather allows and playing wid her. I haven't been able to read much in the past few months but I do take a sneak peak on the blogs I love reading.
I have started writing about Home Remedies which is based on my experience wid my daughter. Hope u all like it.

grandma's tips

Based on my experience, for dry nose in kids/infants, put small amount of desi ghee on finger tip and apply to the inside of the nostrils.

Short of Words

Usually I have many things to blog about but now I don't get time to blog about them or generally speaking I am sometime short of words. Sometimes I need a wake up call from my friends :)
P turned one year old on Sep 1. and we celebrated her B'day away from family and friends :( Well, not intentionally but coz we are in London for some time. We came to London in the first week of August and since then our weekends are spent either sightseeing or shopping. Our trip to London Aquarium and London Eye went fine but very hectic as P was not comfortable traveling in Tube. She wants space and wanted to roam about in the train but sometimes it's just not possible. Whenever we go out I pack her baby bag with things like:

1. 2 Diapers
2. 2 undergarments
3. An extra t-shirt
4. Something to eat
   
5. Her sipper
   
6. A pair of socks
7. Sweater for winters
8. Spoon
9. Biscuits or Chips (for MOM)
10. Toys
    

All these things are a must for me carry along or else I can't leave the home :)

Random Musings

There are a few of friends who tell me that they don't know how to say NO or rather they can't say NO I always tell them where the line should be drawn whether it's office, home or friends.
I agree there are times and situations when one just can't say NO and we tend to do what we don't want to do.I face YES and NO situations time and again specially with P. I know what's good for my baby and what isn't.I listen to everyone but do what I want to. I don't say that I am adamant but when it come to listening to your conscious I don't ignore it.

With P I have realized one thing and that is there are hundreds of people who will come up
and suggest you ABC remedies but thay are not willing to take the responsibility for the outcome.When I delivered P I went through a very rough phase of my life, which haunts me till date and honestly I don't want to relive it. Through this blog I just want to share it with you all.
I went through post partum depression and I guess every new mom goes through, but somewhere I wasn't prepared for it. All day long I was feeding my baby, yes all day long, which was a big change. Second comes identity crisis, I was just a mother and not a human being, atleast this is what my family made me believe. Although I loved being a new mom yet I was not able to totally identify with it. My husband wasn't near to me as I delivered at my native place and not in Delhi. So, being away from husband during the tough times is a BIG NO. Husbands are a big big support and I think most of you will agree to this.

All in all I did what I didn't want to do....STAY AT MY NATIVE PLACE and ignored my gut feeling. Plz listen to your heart and in the meanwhile if you face a similar situation as mine, DON'T FORGET TO CHERISH BEING A MOM!

MY DAUGHTER MEANS ME MY WORLD.