A new father is a big pile of multiple emotions and a heart full of so much love for his new born that he feels it might explode. He is scared, happy, euphoric and worried at the same time, doing his best to understand this new game he has been chosen to play. When the
When I meet a new Mother. I won’t tell her to soak it in. I won’t say they grow up too fast. I won’t tell her to sleep when the baby sleeps. None of the crap advice. I’ll tell her the reality. Not to scare her, but to prepare her better. Things that no one
It’s 2 am and the baby is up again,All the nap schedules seem to be in vain,Nursing, patting, rocking, she just won’t sleep,The black curtains don’t help either, you can tell when you peep. Coffee, you contemplateBut is it too early, or too late? You grunt and you turn,Hoping she will sleep on her own,But
When I grow up,I want to be a kid again.I want to look at everything with wonder struck eyesI want to be excited for everything I come across, old and newI want to love unconditionally and be loved like thatI want to bring infinite joy in others’ lives just by being myself. I want to
I want to freeze time, and pause my moments with you…I want to inhale your baby smell, until I can’t smell anything else…I want to love you until I have no more love to give, and then love you some more, because my love for you is endless… I want to hold you and never
To the Mom who is exhausted I see youI see you wanting some personal space, when your baby won’t leave you even for a secondI see you popping pain killers at night because you are so sore by carrying around the babyI see your dark circlesfrom all the night wakings and cluster feedingI see you
Postpartum bodies carry a lot of weight. Only some of it is due to the Pregnancy. The rest of the weight comes from Society and it’s expectations. . The weight of your family’s expectations, expectations from relatives far or close, or your own self. All wanting you to do what’s best for the baby, and
To the Dads who show up I see you I see you holding your wife’s hands Through the whole ordeal of pregnancy I see you comforting her after another round of vomiting I see you choking back tears, Watching your little one arrive I see you do the 2 am feed And the 4am rocking
