Joys of Motherhood

There are several joys of motherhood and today I witnessed some of them. I fed Krish at 5:30AM and he has a sticky poop. This means that his poop sticks to his butt and I have to "scrub" it with a wipe. Well, Krish decided to help me along by peeing on my hand. At 10:15AM, I fed Krish and was walking around with him on my chest to burp him. He promptly burped and spit up a little on my collar and down my shirt. At 5:15PM, I was playing with Krish downstairs on his playmat. I heard a long fart, about 20 seconds long. I commented to Rajesh that he should change this diaper. I picked up Krish to change his diaper and felt something warm on my arm and on my leg. His diaper was leaking poop. So in one day, I've had the joy of experiencing all of my son's bodily fluids on me.

Oh, I have a scratch on my nose.....

Dad's snoring

Krish has started to sleep in my bed. It has to be the best feeling in the whole world to cuddle up to my son while he sleeps and I sleep. Surprisingly I get more sleep when he is in my bed than when he's in the bassinet. Rajesh is a loud sleeper especially when he is tired. Krish wakes up everything Rajesh snores loudly. Great. Who stays?

Talking

Krish has started to "talk" and respond to others. Yesterday, I told him that Rajesh and I were responsible for his college tuition and his wedding expenses and then we would be done. Krish promptly responded by saying "uh" with his mouth wide open and then a sharp turn of the head to the left. Looks like its going to be a lifetime with Krish.

Video

Untitled from Priya Sodhi on Vimeo.

Happy Birthday

Happy 1 month Birthday to my dear Son!

Dancing

Krish and I are in his room. The music in the background is Andrea Bocelli. My son is looking at me and occasionally smiling. As I look at him, his face crumbles and he starts to cry. I pick him up and start to dance. I'm dancing with my son. His chest is on mine and I hold his hand up and it's one-together, two-together and spin. I'm dancing with my son. I think that one day I'll dance with him at his wedding reception. I cry. Don't grow up too fast son.

Clothes

The sun is shining brightly in Krish's room. He lies on a tummy time mat, looking around at the decor on the walls. I'm sitting next to him with a pile of clothes next to me. I'm sorting through his wardrobe and organizing "party" clothes from "kick it" clothes. I arrive at a stack of onesies, decorated with frogs, monkeys and giraffes. These will go into a ziploc bag labeled "newborn". Krish can no longer wear these. They are small. His first set of clothes are small for him. I cry. My son's getting bigger.