Chez Moi

I’m talking about Jaane tu ya Jaane na songs, of course. Thanks to MM, who’s song of the day is the Aditi number, I have been listening to the movie’s songs pretty much all day. But  my fave is Rashid Ali’s rendition of Kahin To Hogi Ho. Whilst I have always loved the head bangers, thumping beats that make my heart race up, the mellow numbers that sound like something else when piped into your ear drums via tiny speakers in the dead of the night have a special place in my fickle heart.

Now I cannot get the lyrics of this song out of my head! Do I want to? Not really?! Way to go, ARR!

For the first time today, since I found I was preggers, I met my midwife. I know this admission caused some fainting spells and some loud shrieks in some quarters but that’s the way things are done in merrie England. Got some scans done in March and early May, when I was informed of a possible-missing-vessel situation.

Googling this was the worst thing I could have done. It did nothing but scare the pants off me. So when I finally saw the midwife today, I asked her for her two-bits and she pooh-poohed my fears. Then she put the trumpet on my tummy and we could hear a super-fast whump, whump, whump! I thought P would be astounded but as usual, after the first whump, he had started his monologue on that subject and all he could hear was his own voice intoning about nothing in particular.

Last time, I loved these sessions of listening to P’s heartbeats. This time, the fascination was taking him along and see his reaction. Time I started enjoying the baby for the baby’s sake!

So, so far, so good - touchwood. Thank you to all my fans!

Why is it that most fears surface around 3.00 o’clock in the morning? It feels like at that time, all the nameless fears buried deep in your subconscious somehow float to the surface then and jostle your brain.

I had two nights last week when this happened to me that has prompted me to write so. First was last Friday - earlier on  previous evening, P came to me with this bump on his head. Didn’t think much of it as hey, which child doesn’t get scrapes and bumps eh? But then, in the dead of the night, thoughts of the mysterious bump and its mobile nature came unbidden to my head and roused me awake. From there, it was a small step worrying about mysterious ailments and a pointless and thoroughly scary Google search.

A quick trip to the doc the next day put my mind to rest.

Three nights back, it was the baby’s turn to worry me. Normally, she (I’d like to think it is a girl!) is quite active and moves around a lot. But that night, I couldn’t really feel the movements and started worrying. I had given myself 30 mins before I awoke S and really shifted into proper panic mode. Went to the loo, drank some cool water and lay down on the sofa for a while, worrying about silly things when I felt a small bump. I daren’t believe it and thought it was my tummy rumbling away. But soon enough, the baby started kicking and moving with usual vigour and the relief that flooded through me was unbelievable, I tell you!

Now I know what my mum means when she states that she couldn’t sleep after she woke up with some disjointed thoughts re my errant brother! Isn’t it funny that no matter how old your children are, it is at 3 AM, you lie awake thinking of them and worrying your head over them?

I had imagined writing this post for the past two weeks, with the words “WAHEY! Sem 2 is officially over and I am F.R.E.E!!!” But this afternoon, on my return from the Uni, S gave me some shocking news he had kept from me for the past couple of days.

We knew this lovely desi couple - hubby worked with S, wife is a bubbly girl, very much non-interfering but fun types. They were expecting their first baby last Friday, May 2. Other friends who had seen her, M, absolutely weighed down with her child, stated that the baby would arrive well before the stipulated date. So we were all surprised when May 2 came and went but the baby didn’t put in her appearance. M was very much in my thoughts on the train home and I told myself sternly to ring and touch base with her this weekend and pass on some mental thoughts to the baby to come out of his/her cozy cocoon straightaway.

But something had gone horribly wrong.

The baby had died in-utero two days back and M was to be induced.

I haven’t spoken with her or other friends yet. I am too shocked for words. I do not know what I am going to say to her. What can anyone say? There was a similar story on Grey’s Anatomy last week, where a woman’s full term baby had died inside and she had to give birth to her stillborn son. I remember getting psyched watching it and wondering why I was doing so. But now, someone I know is going through that.

Please, when you pray next time, please keep M and her family in your thoughts. Somehow help her, her poor hubby and the rest of her family come to terms with this tragedy and find the strength to carry on.

P and his love of the hyperbole

This morn, P was given his usual mug of hot chocolate. Only, it was a few degrees hotter than normal, when it is more ‘warm chocolate’ than hot. He took one look at the wisps of steam coming from the mug and plonked it to the side. After due prodding, he deigned to touch it about 5 minutes later and withdrew his hand in a hurry.

“P, what’s the matter?”, says I.

“It’s the hot chocolate. You’ve made it too hot. It is hotter than even the sun!”

Right.

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On biting into a really ripe strawberry: “hmm, this is just like tasting wine!”"Really? How do you know what wine tastes like?” (lest you all think I slug some down his gullet each night!)

“Well, like strawberry wine”, clarifies he, as if that helps!

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During our weekly Tesco shop:

P kept  touching  one thing after another, with the statement, “ooh let’s take this one” or “can we buy this one pleaassseee?”  and after the fifth such suggestion, his tired dad  snapped:

“Let mummy choose, P, after all she’s the one who’s going to cook.”

Pat came the reply: “well, I’M the one who’s going to eat!”