After shifting and getting relocated more than 15 times in life, I had another relocation with Abby last week. Yeah, we shifted with three months old baby to our Mumbai Home. For Good.
Believe me, I was supremely nervous when we left for various reasons but none of them was a clingy baby. I was nervous about how will I adjust in a completely new environment as with a baby everything changes - Schedules, Relationships and even vibes.
True to my fear, when I entered home I felt as if I was in Lilliputian World. Mumbai houses are and were smaller, always but I was never bothered so much by their tininess. This time I took two days and one night to calibrate my eyes (And the brain)-No kidding.
- I missed and missing the empty window garden.
- I was uncomfortable with the dust particles every where. I have to give 'credit' to my genes and my mother who maintained our Ahmedabad Home in such a way that a dust particle is a rare sight.
- I felt the kitchen had no space for two people.
- I found moisture very irritating.
- My MIL is aging and for her, keeping so many things and cupboards neat and organized without any help is not possible. With no maids around, she could do little. Hence I spent a few hours in helping her to clear up some clutter. We are not even half way through.
- I am finding objects which were brought home in 90s in various cupboards - like a cordless phone and an answering machine. They had to be thrown to create extra space for things we shifted from our side of the flat -so that we can replace them with Abby's stuff.
- My goal is to clean up one compartment of any cupboard every day, provided Abby decides to support me. Ah, since three days I am not able to do anything than keeping my room clean.
- I am craving to re-decor my room and our side of the hall. Not sure if I can do it by the time I am forty.
The real problem is Abby's adjustment to the entire collection of new vibes. This three months old baby can now get excited in a second and cranky in another second. Too much of stimulation makes him so active that he confuses hunger and sleep. He does not accept bottle feed at all, unless my luck wins the game and I can sneak out a bottle of formula or expressed milk. I did not even ONCE thought that a baby can CAN NOT adjust in a new atmosphere. Or, it takes time.
I am sure- calibrating my own self and waiting for Abby to get calibrated is going to take a lot of time. Till then,
Cheers to this difficult part of life called Motherhood and Domestic yet not so active House wife.
Believe me, I was supremely nervous when we left for various reasons but none of them was a clingy baby. I was nervous about how will I adjust in a completely new environment as with a baby everything changes - Schedules, Relationships and even vibes.
True to my fear, when I entered home I felt as if I was in Lilliputian World. Mumbai houses are and were smaller, always but I was never bothered so much by their tininess. This time I took two days and one night to calibrate my eyes (And the brain)-No kidding.
- I missed and missing the empty window garden.
- I was uncomfortable with the dust particles every where. I have to give 'credit' to my genes and my mother who maintained our Ahmedabad Home in such a way that a dust particle is a rare sight.
- I felt the kitchen had no space for two people.
- I found moisture very irritating.
- My MIL is aging and for her, keeping so many things and cupboards neat and organized without any help is not possible. With no maids around, she could do little. Hence I spent a few hours in helping her to clear up some clutter. We are not even half way through.
- I am finding objects which were brought home in 90s in various cupboards - like a cordless phone and an answering machine. They had to be thrown to create extra space for things we shifted from our side of the flat -so that we can replace them with Abby's stuff.
- My goal is to clean up one compartment of any cupboard every day, provided Abby decides to support me. Ah, since three days I am not able to do anything than keeping my room clean.
- I am craving to re-decor my room and our side of the hall. Not sure if I can do it by the time I am forty.
The real problem is Abby's adjustment to the entire collection of new vibes. This three months old baby can now get excited in a second and cranky in another second. Too much of stimulation makes him so active that he confuses hunger and sleep. He does not accept bottle feed at all, unless my luck wins the game and I can sneak out a bottle of formula or expressed milk. I did not even ONCE thought that a baby can CAN NOT adjust in a new atmosphere. Or, it takes time.
I am sure- calibrating my own self and waiting for Abby to get calibrated is going to take a lot of time. Till then,
Cheers to this difficult part of life called Motherhood and Domestic yet not so active House wife.
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