The genesis of this blog is rooted in the singular loneliness of a new mother.
The written word has always been my solace. Whenever I feel alone and detached from the hectic world around, I gravitate toward the written word.
This was meant to be a sort of online journal, instigated by massive changes brought in by having my first child in an alien land.
Even if you have a ever willing and helpful partner, mothering a newborn human is an endless, tiring, thankless, extremely lonesome task. You and the helpless little creature that you created and carried within you are encased in this impenetrable bubble of joy, love, frustration, sleeplessness and extreme but sweet fatigue.
It is all encompassing and overwhelming- more so if it is the first time.
I feel like I have just circled the block and come back to my starting point. The new addition to our tiny circle of joy is about ten days old. He entered the world with a precipitance that took even his hasty mum by surprise!
I had so many posts lined up for this blog. Hospital bag ones, last trimester ones, funny ones on being in the OR whilst being heavily, heavily pregnant…
Nothing of that sort transpired. Instead, I huffed and puffed to work, heaved my three year old up despite people around telling me not to and zonked out dead asleep at odd times and at odd places- until a few hours before birth.
I really, really wanted to be that cool, productive woman who worked on her research paper and published regularly on her blog while also doing on calls and cooking and reading bedtime stories to her first born till I pop- HAHAHA.
So, here we are again. Much has changed, much remains the same. This desert land feels so much like home now- I did not want to deliver anywhere else this time.
I am quietly confident yet the anxiety of nurturing another tiny human colors my every thought.
Life seems to have come around full circle.
Let the fun times roll …
Till next time.