Category: #LifeofSharva

From a Feeling to Forever

My dearest Shavu Vavu,

Exactly one year ago, on April 9th, 2025, our world quietly and beautifully changed. That day started like any other, until something deep inside me felt different. I can’t explain it, but I just knew. Before I told anyone—even your dad—I decided to check. It was just a feeling, a quiet whisper in my heart and somehow, it turned out to be true. Two little lines appeared, and in that moment, time stood still.

I remember staring at them, my heart racing, my hands trembling, and a million emotions rushing in all at once—joy, disbelief, love, and a deep, overwhelming sense that life would never be the same again. Because of you. You were our tiny, beautiful secret for a little while. And then came the moment we began sharing the happiest news of our lives with our closest family.

Your dadu and dadi had just landed in New Jersey for a one month trip to the USA when we told them. The moment they heard, everything changed—they couldn’t wait to come back, to be closer, to celebrate you. Their excitement was so pure, so full of love, it made everything feel even more real.

Motamummy and motapappa were in complete disbelief at first. It took them a moment to process, and then slowly, their faces lit up with the happiest smiles. It was the kind of joy that takes a second to sink in—and then stays forever.

And the rest of your little world? Oh, they were over the moon. Chachi, chachu, mimi, and mamu were crazy happy—full of excitement, laughter, and so much love for you already. You were celebrated from every corner, by everyone who matters to us.

And then came the waiting. Those months felt long and short at the same time. Every day, we imagined you. Were you okay? How would you look? Would you have my eyes? Your dad’s smile? Would you be calm or mischievous? Would you love music, or stories, or cuddles the most?

We shopped for you with so much love—tiny clothes that felt too small to be real, soft blankets, little socks, cribs and bassinets, car seats and strollers, everything that made us smile every time we saw them. Every item we picked wasn’t just a purchase; it was a dream, a piece of the life we were building for you.

We spoke your name before you even arrived. We changed our minds a hundred times, searching for the one that felt just right—the one that would carry your story, your identity, your light. And all the while, we waited. We counted days, weeks, moments just to meet you.

And now, here we are 9 April 2026. One year later, on this very day, you are in my arms. Not a dream, not a thought, not a hope—but real, warm, smiling, and ours. You are four and half months old already, and somehow, it feels like you have been a part of us forever.

You have filled our home with laughter we didn’t know we were missing, with sleepless nights that we wouldn’t trade for anything (maybe I would), with a love so deep it’s impossible to explain.

Looking back, April 9th will always be the day you quietly entered our lives. And today, it’s the day I hold you close and realize—you were worth every second of the wait.

Always and forever,
Your Mumma 💛

Had to check twice before telling anyone

From two pink lines to so many lines, just one year apart!

April 9, 2026
Sharva & The Unlimited Milk Subscription Plan

If someone would have asked me before becoming a mom what breastfeeding would be like, I would’ve probably said something stupid like, “a beautiful bonding experience between mother and child.” or “its going to be so simple, latch, feed, unlatch and done.” Now, 4 months in with you, I can confidently update that statement to: “A beautiful yet exhausting bonding experience mixed with snacks-on-demand service, unpredictable schedules, and a tiny human who thinks I am both a buffet and a pillow.”

There are moments that genuinely feel magical. Like when you look up mid-feed, pause, give me a little smile (milk-drunk and proud of it), and then go right back to business — because clearly, smiling is optional but feeding is serious work. There’s comfort in knowing: I am your safe space, I can calm you instantly (most of the time… we’ll get to that), my body is literally helping you grow every single day.

And then there’s something that fills me with a different kind of pride! Watching your weight gain. From that tiny newborn to the chubbier, stronger, more active baby you are today – knowing that I nourished you entirely is surreal. Also, the convenience? Unmatched. No bottles to sterilize at 3 am. No measuring, no mixing. Just me, half asleep, functioning as a 24/7 milk machine. Honestly, sometimes I feel like a superhero. Other times like a very tired café waitress.

Now let’s talk about the real side.

1. The “Am I a pacifier or a person?” phase
There are days when you dont just feed — you linger. You snack. You relax. You contemplate life. All while I stay very still like a statue because if I move, we start over.

2. The Night Shift Nobody Prepared Me For
Everyone talks about newborn nights. No one fully explains the 4-month version: Feed, Burp, Try to transfer, Baby wakes and Repeat. And sometimes, you wake up at 3:30 am and be like: “Hi. I’ve had a great nap. What’s next?”

3. The Overthinking Olympics
Are you feeding enough? Too much? Too often? Too quickly? Why only 7 minutes today? Yesterday it was 20. Is this a problem? A phase? A personality trait? At this point, I deserve a gold medal in overanalyzing baby feeds.

4. Being the Only One Who Can Fix Everything
It’s beautiful and exhausting. Because when you are hungry, upset, sleepy, overstimulated, or just having a moment — I am the solution. Which is amazing until I just want to drink a hot cup of tea or take a quick nap.

5. Hello Growth Spurts & Cluster Feeding Chaos
Also just when I think, “Okay, we have a rhythm now,” you decide it’s time to level up. Suddenly you want to feed every hour, sometimes every 30–40 minutes. But now I know this is your way of saying, “Hey mom, I’m growing. Please upgrade supply.” It’s exhausting, slightly confusing, and comes with zero warning. But when I notice new rolls, new skills, new little changes I just tell myself: “This is temporary. The milk machine is in high demand today.”

There are also the funny unexpected parts of my breastfeeding journey with you. The dramatic head turning when you are done, like: “I have finished. You may proceed.” The random unlatching just to stare at me like I’ve done something interesting (I haven’t). The tiny hand gripping my finger like you are anchoring yourself during a storm. The way you sometimes doze off and then suddenly remember there’s milk and resume like nothing happened.

But I have learnt that breastfeeding isn’t just feeding. It’s Comfort, Connection, Regulation and Routine (or lack of it). And most importantly, I’m learning that it doesn’t have to be perfect to be right. Some days feel smooth and easy. Some days feel long and tiring. But every day, it’s ours.

And Sharva one day, you won’t need this anymore. You won’t reach for me in the same way. You won’t fall asleep mid-feed with your tiny hand resting on me. And I know I’ll miss it — even the hard parts. Even the 3:30 am ones.

The Honest Truth is that Exclusive Breastfeeding at 4 months is: Beautiful, Exhausting, Emotional, Funny and Totally worth it. And if you will ask me tomorrow, I might give you a different answer — because this journey changes every single day. But today, on your 4 month birthday I am a little proud, a little tired and very, very full of love.

The after feed Milk Drunk sleep

The after feed Milk Monster Attack

March 29, 2026
Not Just Ours, Their Sharva Too

There’s something incredibly magical about watching your little world grow bigger—not just with milestones and firsts, but with love pouring in from every direction. And for you Sharva, that love has come in the most beautiful, overwhelming ways, through Mumma and Pappa’s friends, their people!

It feels so special—almost indescribable—when friends go out of their way, beyond their busy schedules and daily chaos, just to hold you, see you, and shower you with affection. It’s not just visits, it’s intention. It’s love in action.

From day one, you were welcomed with open arms. Hinal masi, Navil masa, Yash mamu, and Palak mami made sure they were there right at the beginning—meeting you, blessing you, and instantly becoming a part of your little universe. And it didn’t stop there. Calls, messages, video calls, constant check-ins filled with warmth, as if distance was never really a thing. And they even found their way to Ahmedabad just to see you again.

Hinal masi has been your personal gift fairy, always bringing the cutest surprises that somehow feel just as warm as her hugs. Vidhu masi didn’t wait long either—she came all the way to Rajkot with love (and gifts!) and has always made it a point to meet you in Ahmedabad as often as she can.

Even from afar, love found its way. Ishani masi, though she couldn’t come in person, made sure you felt her presence through countless thoughtful gifts—each one a little piece of her love wrapped just for you.

And then there are the ones who made their way as soon as they could—Rohan chachu, Vasu mama, and Pranali chachi—arriving in Ahmedabad and coming straight to meet you, bringing along not just gifts, but memories we’ll always hold close. Harsha masi added her own special touch by sending the same things that Kush loves—because what’s loved once must be loved again.

And for all the many others who couldn’t physically be here, their love still reached you. Through calls, video calls, messages filled with excitement, curiosity, and affection—they made sure they knew you, and more importantly, that you would always know you are loved. Because that’s what this is, really. Love. Pure, effortless, abundant love.

Our baby boy, you may be tiny, but you are surrounded by something so big—an entire circle of people who love you like their own. And as parents, there is nothing more heartwarming than seeing your friends become your child’s people.

And somewhere in the middle of all this love, Mumma and Pappa have quietly realized something too—we truly have the best friends in the world. The kind who show up, who stay, who love deeply and selflessly. The kind who turn moments into memories and make this journey even more special. And one day you will realise that some of your “aunts” and “uncles” are the relates by blood – they are friends that we love so deeply, they became family. And that is the beauty of chosen family – love that goes beyond last names.

Sharva, you truly are one lucky little boy.

And our hearts? Just a little fuller because of it.

Vidhu Masi ❤️

Pranali Chachi ❤️

Vasu Mama ❤️

March 18, 2026
From Milk Breaks to Garden Strolls: Sharva’s First Getaway

A tiny traveler’s big adventure to Sri Joravar Vilas

At just a few weeks old, I officially checked my first destination off my travel list — a mini vacation to the beautiful Sri Joravar Vilas in Santrampur some 4 hours away from Ahmedabad. Apparently, traveling with a newborn is not simple but Mumma and Papa were determined to prove that even tiny humans can be great travel companions.

Before the trip even began, our house looked like we were moving cities. For a person who weighs less than a bag of rice, I somehow required half the car. Into the luggage went: my stroller, carry seat, bath tub, multiple outfit changes (because fashion matters), swaddles, blankets, toys, books, diapers (and more diapers), my beauty essentials, and many “just in case” things.

Mumma kept adding things. Papa kept asking, “Do we really need this?” The answer was always yes.

Once we finally set off, the road trip turned out to be surprisingly smooth. I spent the journey doing my favorite things: feeding, looking around curiously, playing, and occasionally dozing off. Mumma sat beside me like my personal entertainment manager while Papa drove us through some smooth and some bumpy roads. By the time we arrived, I was already feeling like a seasoned traveler.

The moment we reached Sri Joravar Villas, even I could tell it was special. The property is peaceful, surrounded by greenery, wide open spaces, and towering trees that sway gently in the breeze. The calmness of the place felt like nature itself whispering, “Slow down.” And that worked perfectly for someone whose daily schedule revolves around milk, cuddles, and naps.

Even on vacation, Mumma and Papa made sure my daily routine stayed the same. Every morning began with Papa giving me a gentle massage. His warm hands and soft chatter were the perfect way to start my day. Right after that, Mumma would give me my bath — splashing, giggling, and lots of towel cuddles included. Who knew a baby could feel so refreshed on vacation?

At meals, Mumma and Papa sat at the table while I enjoyed my VIP seating — right in my stroller. From my stroller throne, I watched: plates arrive, birds fly around the garden, leaves swaying and people strolling through the property. Breakfast and lunch became my little observation sessions, and I loved every minute of it.

If there was one place that instantly made me happy, it was the garden. The trees created cool patches of shade, the air smelled fresh, and the soft sounds of nature were perfect for a tiny baby’s curious ears. Mumma and Papa would stroll me under the trees, and I would quietly watch the leaves moving above me — completely mesmerized.

Let’s just say my naps during the trip were – creative. Some were long. Some were short. Some were in the cradle. Some were in Mom’s arms. Apparently vacation naps don’t follow strict schedules — and I was perfectly fine with that.

But I had one rule. 8 PM is wind down time. Just like at home. Mumma had another special ritual — my evening massage. With soft lights and gentle hands, she would massage me and get me ready to wind down for the night. After that, it was milk, cuddles and off to dreamland. And because I was such a good vacation baby, I slept peacefully through the night — giving Mumma and Papa peace of mind.

For the first time in years Mumma and Papa had dinner at different times on a trip. While one of them stayed with me, the other got to enjoy a quiet dinner. But they are a couple learning how to travel with their tiny new teammate so stop complaining mumma papa. And between diaper bags, stroller parking spots, and baby cuddles, they still managed to soak in the beauty of the trip.

After 2 beautiful days it was time to go back home and I wasn’t ready but Mumma said everyone back home was missing me so I had to go. And just like the drive to Santrampur, the return journey was smooth and happy! More feeding. More playing. More curious baby gazing out of the window.

And by the time we got home, I had officially completed my first vacation — and proven that even the smallest travelers can make the biggest memories. But one thing is certain if this was my first trip, Mumma and Papa better start packing again soon. Because apparently… this tiny traveler is just getting started.

Off we go to Santramput

I need a palace like this!

Ooooooooh Leaves 😍

Strolls by the lake!

Me so Handsome

Daddy Son Time

Our First Family Vacation Photo (minus Stella)

Time to go back home!

March 15, 2026
She Came. She Sang. He Slept.

Vuvu boy! The first few days after bringing you home were magical and overwhelming but equally tiring. Sleepless nights, endless feeds, and the constant worry of “Are we doing this right?” became part of our everyday life. That’s when your japa nurse, Nomita aunty entered our home — and quietly became our lifesaver.

There were moments when you were completely inconsolable. No amount of rocking, feeding, or cuddling seemed to help. That’s when she would gently scoop you into her arms and walk around the house or sit at one place for hours if needed. Her patience felt endless. Watching her calm you with nothing but love and rhythm was nothing short of a miracle.

On nights when exhaustion took over me, she became my strength. There were times she held you through the night so I could finally rest. While I slept, she stayed awake — rocking, soothing, whispering lullabies into your tiny ears. Knowing my baby was safe in her arms allowed me to breathe again.

She didn’t just care for you — she filled our home with joy. She sang sweet Bengali songs (your favorite being Aay Aay Paakhi) that made your tiny eyes slowly close. She danced around the room just to bring a smile to a little face. Sometimes it looked like a private concert meant only for you.

What made her truly special was her spirit. She was always smiling and chatting with our family, turning even the most tiring days into lighter ones. She was constantly joking around, spreading laughter wherever she went. She had the heart of a child — playful, warm, and full of life — and yet the wisdom of someone who truly knew how to care for a newborn.

Most of all, she loved what she did. You could see it in the way she held you, in the way she spoke softly, in the way she never rushed a moment. This was never just a job for her — it was her calling.

They say it takes a village to raise a child. For us, your japa aunty was that village in one person. Her hands gave us rest. Her songs gave you comfort. Her laughter gave our home happiness.

We will forever be grateful for the woman who walked into our lives when we needed help the most — and left behind memories we will carry forever.

February 19, 2026
From Sharva, Daddy’s Tiniest Valentine

Roses are red,
Milk is my jam,
You’re my favorite engineer,
And my personal handyman.

You fix all the things —
From leaky sinks to toys,
I will watch with wide eyes
Like, “Wow… that’s my dad, boys.”

You cook with such magic,
With spices and flair,
I will drool in my dreams
When good smells will fill the air.

You love gadgets and screens,
And learning brand-new stuff,
I will love pressing buttons…
Because we’re similar enough.

You will travel the world,
And I will ride in your arms,
Every place feels exciting
When I’m safe in your arms.

You loved Happy so much,
She still woofs from the clouds,
And Stella’s my shadow,
All loyal and proud.

So here’s a Happy Valentine,
From your tiniest fan,
I may be brand new…
But I know you’re the man.

One day I’ll cook with you,
Fix things, explore,
And learn all your tricks
Then probably break more.

I love you, my hero,
My cuddle, my guide,
Happy Valentine’s Day
From the baby you made…
Who’s forever your pride 💙

February 13, 2026
Motamummy’s House Rule: Baby First, Logic Later

One day, when you’re big enough to read this on your own, we want you to know something. Before you ever remembered anything, you were already the center of everything.

Motamummy’s house was a place where time moved slowly, arms were always ready to hold you, and love showed up loudly and unapologetically. It was you, your mom, motamummy, japa aunty, mamu, motapappa—and a whole lot of laughter wrapped around a very tiny human.

You didn’t need toys back then. You had people. People who made absolute fools of themselves just to see your eyes widen. We sang you the weirdest songs—songs with no tune, no logic, and lyrics that changed mid-way. Sometimes we sang about milk. Sometimes about your tiny hands. Sometimes we just sang your name like it was the greatest song ever written. Motamummy took these performances very seriously. You watched us like we were fascinating or mildly confusing. Either way, you stayed quiet, so we counted it as a win.

And oh, your expressions. You had this way of looking at us like you were already figuring things out. A serious face that made us wonder what you were thinking. A sudden smile that made the entire room freeze and then explode with happiness. Sometimes you made a face so strange that all of us burst out laughing together. You had no idea why—but somehow, you were the joke and the joy at the same time.

We didn’t just talk to you. We talked as you. In a deep, confident voice, we’d say things like:
“Relax everyone, I’m in charge here.”
“Yes motamummy, I know I’m cute.”
“Mamu, good effort. You may sing again.”

We gave you a personality long before you could show us yours. You were witty. Slightly dramatic. Very aware of how adored you were. And motapappa—oh, motapappa adored you in the quietest, purest way. Day in and day out. Holding you, looking at you like you were the answer to something he’d been waiting for. You didn’t have to do anything. Just being you was enough.

We talked about your future a lot. At motamummy’s house, you were already a singer, a storyteller, a traveler, a dreamer. Sometimes you were all of those in one afternoon. We imagined you laughing, walking into rooms with confidence, being kind, being curious. No matter who you became, one thing was always certain—you would be deeply loved.

I watched all of this with a smile I didn’t even know I was wearing, already saving these moments for later. Motamummy held you like the world could wait. Japa aunty stood close, proud and protective. Mamu brought noise and fun. Motapappa brought calm and endless love. And you—so small, so new—somehow made everyone feel complete.

Motamummy’s house wasn’t just where you stayed. It was where you were celebrated. Where your earliest days were filled with laughter, silly songs, made-up stories, and a family that thought you were magic.

One day, you won’t remember any of this. So we’re writing it down for you. So you know that before you could speak, you were spoken for. Before you could laugh, you were the reason we did. And before you knew what family meant, you were already surrounded by it—every single day. Always remember this:

You were loved from the very beginning. 🤍

Tummy time

Sleepy baby

Sharva becomes Sharvari

February 7, 2026
Loved Across Every Distance

This is something written for you to read someday—when you’re older and curious about how deeply you were loved, even during the moments you were away from people who loved you.

When you went to your Motamummy and Motapappa’s house in Ahmedabad for the first time, something quietly changed back in Rajkot. The house felt a little calmer, a little quieter. And your Dadu and Dadi felt your absence in the smallest moments and missed you more than words could ever explain.

They called often. Not because they had any questions —but because you were important.

“Is he awake?”
“What did he do today?”
“Did he smile?”

Every call was really just another way of being close to you. Hearing about your day, seeing your face on the screen, listening to your tiny sounds—it filled their hearts in a way nothing else could. They missed holding you. They missed watching you sleep. They missed the way you made even ordinary days feel special.

Your Dadi carried you in her thoughts all day long. She spoke about you constantly—what you must be doing, how fast you were growing, how much she wished she could hold you just once more that day.

And then there is your Dadu. He is never someone who shows much on the outside. Quiet, reserved, not very expressive. But with you, something changed. His love came out in little questions he asked again and again, just to know more about you. It showed in the way his face lit up every time your name was mentioned, in that big smile he couldn’t hide. I had never seen him like that before. You brought out a tenderness in him that words never could.

And when they both talked—almost every conversation came back to you. You were the center of their world, even when you weren’t in the room. From far away, they loved you quietly, completely, endlessly. Distance never changed that. If anything, it only made their love reach farther.

So when you read this one day, remember:
Even when you were at your Motamummy and Motapappa’s house being loved day in day out, you were never really away from your Dadu and Dadi. You were always with them—in their calls, their conversations, their smiles, and most of all, their hearts. You were and are loved more than you could ever imagine by everyone.

January 31, 2026
Sharva: The Certified Clinger

This baby has rules,
and rule number one:
sleep only occurs
on a warm human.

The bassinet? Absolutely not.
The sofa? A bold mistake.
The floor is lava,
the mattress a fake.

He latches like Velcro,
a tiny little monkey,
glued to mom, dad,
or occasionally both.

Set him down gently—
oh, you dared?
The nap is revoked.
Sir must be held.

Arms falling asleep,
back starting to ache,
we don’t move a muscle
for nap’s fragile sake.

Because in his dreams
(where milk rivers flow),
the safest place on Earth
is the people he knows.

And someday he’ll wiggle,
walk, run, and roam—
but for now,
we are his home.

6 am Clinger!

2pm still a Clinger

January 28, 2026
The Great Motamummy House Wakeathon

Sharva! One day, when you’re big enough to read this, we want you to know about those two days. The ones that made everyone a little tired, a little confused and very, very in love with you.

You were just a tiny newborn when we went to Motapappa – Motamummy’s house. Everyone imagined sleepy cuddles and peaceful naps. But you, my monkey boy, had other plans.

For two whole days, you decided that sleeping for more than 20 minutes was absolutely unnecessary. Every hour—almost on the dot—you wanted to be fed. And if you weren’t being held? Well… that was simply unacceptable. You wanted arms, warmth, movement, and company at all times.

Motamummy, being Motamummy, sprang into full action mode. At the very first sign that you might need extra comfort, she instantly ordered a Ghodiyu. No waiting, no debating. And just like that, the mission was assigned: Dilip was asked to get the Ghodiya from Lal Darwaja and Mehul was rushed to get the khol from Paridhan! Teamwork at its finest.

The house was buzzing. Motamummy. Japa aunty. Motapappa. Mumma. Everyone was on their toes—taking turns, whispering, rocking, feeding, pacing—while watching your wide, curious eyes that simply refused to close.

But in the middle of all this was Mumma—
exhausted, frustrated, overwhelmed, sad, and so very tired. She was running on broken sleep, worried thoughts, and a heart that just wanted to make everything better for you. Some moments felt heavy. Some moments brought tears. And some moments were just about surviving the next hour.

And Motamummy saw all of it. She wasn’t only worried about you—she was equally worried about Mumma. Checking in, stepping in, reminding me to sit, to eat, to breathe. Holding the baby when Mumma’s arms ached, and holding Mumma together when it all felt like too much.

Seeing Mumma so exhausted, Dadda also came from Rajkot just for a few hours to be with the both of us. He sat close, helped in quiet ways, and simply being there brought comfort. You have no idea how thankful Mumma was in those moments—how supported and less alone she felt just because he showed up.

During this whirlwind even, Dadu, Dadi, Chachu, and Chachi came to meet you. They were so excited, eager to spend a few precious hours with their newest little love. But you… you wanted nothing to do with anything.

No cuddles.
No introductions.
No calm moments.

You cried. And cried. And cried some more.

Everyone tried everything—soft voices, gentle rocking, hopeful smiles—but you were not having it. It made them a little sad to see their tiny one crying nonstop, unable to soothe you the way they had imagined. But even through the worry, their love for you was overflowing.

You were overtired.
You were overstimulated.
You were fussy.
And you were determined to keep your eyes wide open.

We worried, of course. So Motapappa asked Viren Nana and we went to see a paediatrician the next day, carrying our exhaustion and a thousand questions with us. The doctor smiled calmly and said the simplest, most comforting words: “It’s just a phase.” And just like that, we breathed a little easier.

Those two days were super hectic. There was very little sleep, lots of concern, endless holding, and a house full of adults revolving around one tiny human. But they were also filled with love—messy, instinctive, drop-everything love.

You may not remember these days. But we will.

They remind us that from the very beginning, you had your own rhythm. And that Mumma learned how strong she could be—even on days she felt anything but strong. And that Motamummy stood right there, protecting both her baby and her grandbaby.

And if you’re wondering—yes, you eventually did sleep. And yes, everyone survived.

And just in case you’re reading this as a teenager or an adult and wondering why everyone in the family reacts very quickly when you say you’re “not sleepy”. This was your debut performance.

Two days.
Zero long naps.
One entire household trained to respond at lightning speed.

You taught us early. Very early. 😌

January 23, 2026
One Baby. Many Arms. Zero Silence.

15th January 2026. Some days feel bigger than the clock allows them to be. This was one of those days.

After spending the first one and a half months wrapped in the quiet comfort of Dadu and Dadi’s home in Rajkot, it was time for our little world to move again—this time to Motapappa and Motamummy’s in Ahmedabad. Of course, we left late. Not fashionably late, just family-with-a-newborn late. Bags half-checked, hearts full, and one tiny baby completely unaware that he was about to steal yet another household’s peace.

The car ride was one of those soft, in-between moments. City passing by, halt at Chotila, quick lunch at HFM, hushed conversations, stolen glances to make sure our miracle was still breathing, still sleeping, still perfect. Everything felt slow and fast at the same time.

And then—we arrived to your Mumma’s city.

If love could shout, Motamummy Motapappa’s home would have echoed. Balloons everywhere. Beautiful decorations. Cake waiting patiently. Doors opening wide like they’d been rehearsing for this moment. Aki Mamu’s joy was impossible to miss—pure, loud, overflowing happiness. Himani Masi came rushing in to meet you too, and suddenly the house was full of voices, laughter, movement, and arms competing for their turn.

It was chaos. Beautiful, noisy, heart-bursting chaos. Everyone wanted a glimpse. Everyone wanted a cuddle. Everyone wanted to say, “He’s here.” And in the middle of it all, you were calm, tiny, and completely in charge without even trying.

That day reminded us how love shows up differently in different homes—but always in abundance. It reminded us that family isn’t quiet, or orderly, or planned. It’s messy, loud, late, emotional and absolutely magical.

Now, for the next few weeks, this house will hold your days. You’ll grow here, nap here, be adored endlessly here. New routines, new memories, same overwhelming love.

But in all this happiness, we will miss Daddy and Stella deeply everyday. Daddy, whose presence makes everything feel complete, and Stella, whose playful energy and unconditional love are always part of our world. Motamummy’s house is full of warmth, but their absence will be felt in the quiet moments and gentle pauses of the day.

And one day, when you’re old enough to read this, I hope you smile knowing this:
Wherever you went, joy arrived before you did. And it always will. 💙

January 15, 2026
The Boss Baby and his Army

Hello Monkey Boy,

Before you even learned how to open your eyes properly, you had already built an entire fan club. And not just any fan club—a full-blown army. The kind that shows up half-asleep, armed with love, opinions, blessings, and an endless supply of “let me hold the baby.”

Mom and Dad were your co-CEOs—learning on the job, running on love and very little sleep. They were supported by motamummy and dadi, who brought wisdom, warmth, and the magical ability to calm everyone (including the parents).

Your Dadi and Motamummy became our quiet guardians during that first month and a half. They made sure your mama was always well fed, well rested, and cared for, because they knew that caring for me was also caring for you. Warm meals appeared on time, gentle reminders to rest were constant, and every little need—spoken or unspoken—was met with patience and love. Because of them, our days felt softer and our nights felt safer.

Then came the japa nurse, Nomita didi—part nurse, part angel, part baby-whisperer—guiding everyone through those days like a pro. And of course, the househelps, Swati didi, Prabha aunty, Nayana aunty, Kavita aunty, Kailash aunty, Usha aunty, Kiran aunty, Poonam ben and Parvaty who all made sure the world kept spinning while all attention was firmly fixed on you.

And then there was Stella—your dog sibling, your silent supporter, and the most patient member of the household. Stella took a gentle backseat so Mom and Dad could be there for you always. She waited quietly during long nights, accepted fewer cuddles without complaint, and watched over you with curious eyes and a protective heart. In her own way, she understood that something very special had arrived—and she made space for you with nothing but love.

Even when they weren’t physically around all the time, Dadu, Motapappa, Mamu, Mimi, Chachu, and Chachi always had you on their mind. Phone calls, messages, prayers, and constant “How’s Sharva?” check-ins made sure you were surrounded by love from every direction.

And let’s not forget Mom and Dad’s friends—your first unofficial aunties and uncles. They made sure your parents were heard, supported, reassured, and occasionally reminded that they were doing just fine. From pep talks to laughs to “this phase will pass,” they held Mom and Dad up so they could hold you.

So if you ever wonder how you were raised in those early days—know this: You were raised by a village full of love, teamwork, chaos, kindness, countless helping hands—and one very good dog. You may have been tiny, but you were never alone. You were carried by many hearts (and paws) from day one.

January 10, 2026
The Great Snuggle and Snacks Era

Sharva one day, when you’re older and reading this, you probably won’t remember these days at all. But we will. Because they mattered.

You are five weeks old, and since a few days the world feels big and loud to you. You have begun to wake up to it. Your eyes are staying open a little longer. Your cries are sounding more urgent. And you suddenly seem to need us in a deeper, more intense way than before. These few weeks as the internet suggests are often called a “fussy phase,” but that word doesn’t quite capture it. You aren’t being difficult. You are learning how to be human.

Right now, you want to eat often—sometimes what feels like all the time. You want to feed, pause for a short rest, and then want to eat again. Cluster feeding is your way of growing, finding comfort, and telling our bodies and hearts exactly what you need. To us, it means long evenings on the couch, soft lights, and learning patience in new ways. To you, it means safety.

You also don’t want to be put down. At all. You sleep best on our chests, curled up against the steady rhythm of a heartbeat you have known long before you were born. All you want is contact naps. If we try to lay you in your cot or bassinet, you let us know—loudly—that you aren’t ready. And so your Dad, your dadi and I hold you back. A lot. Arms tired, backs sore, but hearts full.

There are moments your Dad and I wonder if you are feeling unwell. But the truth is, you are doing exactly what newborns are meant to do. You are asking for closeness. For warmth. For reassurance that the world outside the womb is still safe. And every time we pick you up, every time we let you nap on us or feed you again even though you have just eaten, we arw answering you the only way that matters: We’re here.

These weeks will pass, as all seasons do. You will slowly learned to settle. You will sleep longer. You will need us in new ways instead of constant ones. But this chapter will always stay with us.

So if you’re reading this years from now, know this:
You were never “too much.”
You were never needy.
You were learning, growing, and loving the only way you knew how.

And we loved you right back—every fussy, clingy, beautiful minute of it. 💛

Mommy Duty

Daddy Duty

January 2, 2026
A Year of Firsts: Welcoming 2026 With You

As the calendar turns and the world steps into 2026, Sharva, you are just one month old. You don’t know what a “new year” is yet. You don’t know about resolutions, countdowns, or fireworks. Right now, your whole universe is made of warm arms, familiar voices, milk, sleep, and the simple comfort of being held. And yet, this New Year feels bigger and more meaningful than any before it—because it is our first one with you.

Before you arrived, life was full, busy, and familiar. Days moved quickly. Nights were quiet. Plans were made far in advance, and time felt predictable. We didn’t realize how much space there was in our hearts until you showed us. Life before you wasn’t empty—it just didn’t yet know what it was missing.

Then you arrived. In an instant, everything changed. Time slowed down and sped up all at once. Nights became shorter, days felt softer, and the smallest moments suddenly mattered the most. A tiny stretch, a yawn, the way you curl your fingers around ours—these became the highlights of our days. You made ordinary moments extraordinary simply by being here.

Life after your arrival is louder in some ways and quieter in others. There is less sleep, but more meaning. Less routine, but more wonder. We see the world differently now, because we see it through the lens of loving you. You have already taught us patience, presence, and a deeper kind of joy than we ever knew before.

And now we step into 2026 together.

This year will be special—not because we know exactly what it will bring, but because it will be filled with your firsts. Your first smiles, your first laughs, your first words, your first discoveries of the world around you. You will grow more each day, and we will grow alongside you, learning how to be the people—and family—you need.

When you read this someday, you might be much older. You might not remember these early days. But know this: as 2026 began, you were deeply loved. You were our greatest hope, our biggest change, and our favorite part of the future. And you were part of a family that includes not only people who adore you but also your fur sisters: one here to grow up with you, and one watching over you from heaven.

This year wasn’t just a new year.
It was the beginning of a life we couldn’t imagine before you.

Welcome to 2026, little man.
We’re so glad we get to walk into it with you. ❤️

Slumber Party on New Year’s Eve, 31st December 2025

January 1, 2026
Tiny Human, Big Welcome

Hello our little joy of bundle Sharva….

First of all welcome to this amazing world Sharva, we were eagerly waiting for you. You are super precious kid for 2 families Bharad & Rawal and many family members like us.

Sharva let me tell you that you are supper lucky to born in Bharad Family. You have amazing great grandfather Gijudada where he will teach you the true meaning of life in coming days. I know still you are just 35 days old but dude in this world time files.

Sharva the most memorable time you will have is with your grand parents and sharva belive me you are super lucky to have Jatindada & Shobhadadi and Rajeshnana & Kavitanani.

Now here you have to deal according to your wish cause all your wishes whether it is right or wrong will be fulfilled here, your all naughtiness will be loved here. Your tiny demands will be completed by the above 4 persons.

Now Sharva its turn to know your parents Priyank Pappa & Rajvi Mumma..here you have to deal according to the mood of your mom & dad. Buddy here you can’t expect that things will be done easily. But yes let me tell you Rajvi & Priyank are the best mom & dad and you will be proud of them.

Then you have super cool chacha – chachi & mamu Ronak chachu – Hasti Chachi & Akshat mamu. These 3 are super rich persons buddy create you basket of dreams and as soon as you grow bigger put it in front of them and they have no options to deny your wishes as this 3 are super scared from dadi- dadi & nana-nani. So gear up to be super power of Bharad and Rawal family.

Sharva you will have super fun with Stella. I often send video to your parents that in coming years Sharva & Stella will have very mischievous time but on other hand you will feel absence of Happy because if Happy would be here she would have taken great care of you.

Let tell you about one more kid that is Krishaa. From the day you have come each day she keeps on seeing your photos and is eager to tie a rakhi on your very 1st Rakshabandhan. She will be your elder sister always taking care of you.

Sharva lastly about me, your Yash Mamu! I will be a superman for you. I promise to keep each and every mistake of yours hidden, all your wishes will be fulfilled, and you will be spoiled like anything… Stay tuned buddy for more updates on blog.

Yours

YASH MAMU….

Your Chosen Family 💙

December 30, 2025
Still Their Mom, Now Yours Too

Sharva, when you are reading this someday, I hope you know how deeply you were loved from the very beginning by everyone. But I also want you to know something honest about the days after you were born—because love can be beautiful, full, and complicated all at once.

Before you arrived, I was already a mom—a dog mom. Stella and Happy were my first babies. They had my routines, my quiet moments, and my whole heart. And then you were born, and suddenly my arms—and my life—were wonderfully full of you. After you came home, everything revolved around keeping you safe, fed, and loved.

In the middle of that joy, I felt something unexpected: dog mom guilt. I worried about Stella, who was with us, watching our days change. Walks were cancelled. Cuddles had to wait. Meals were late. But I hoped she knew that even when my hands were busy holding you, my heart still reached for her just the same.

And then there was Happy. Happy wasn’t physically with us anymore when you were born. And after you arrived, I learned how to love her in a new way—in her absence. I loved her quietly, in memories, in photos, in moments when I caught myself looking for her. Loving Happy didn’t stop just because she was gone. It became softer, but just as real.

What I didn’t know yet was that love doesn’t compete. I could love Happy even though she wasn’t here. I could love Stella while she walked beside us into this new chapter. And I could love you—fully, fiercely, endlessly—without taking anything away from either of them.

Stella stayed with us as we became a family of four again, adjusting to life with a baby boy and teaching me patience all over again. Happy stayed with us too, just differently—woven into our story, part of who we were before you and part of who we became after.

So Sharva if you ever wonder where you learned how to love deeply, gently, and without limits—know that it came from a heart that learned to hold grief and joy at the same time. You didn’t replace anyone. You added to everything.

Still Their Mom 🐶💙

Now Yours Too 👶🏻❤️

December 28, 2025
To My Baby Boy: Meet the Angels Who Love You

My sweet boy Sharva,

There are two souls I want to introduce you to today. One walks beside us still, and one walks with us in a way we can’t see—but both have been part of your story since before you were born.

The first is my soul dog Happy, the one who loved me and your dadda long before we knew you. When I was six months pregnant with you, she suddenly left this world. My body was carrying new life, and my heart was learning how to survive loss. It felt impossible to hold joy and grief at the same time—but somehow, I did. And somehow, she never really left.

Through every kick, every quiet moment, every time I rested my hands on my growing belly, I felt her there. I truly believe she stayed close, watching over us, protecting you even before I could hold you in my arms. I know it sound crazy but I could literally feel her presence in the OT the day you were born.

Today is Happy’s birthday—the first one since she passed. And on this day, I want to introduce you to her. She was gentle, loyal, and deeply intuitive. She loved without conditions and understood us without words. I believe she knew you too. I believe she felt you growing and knew her role was changing—not ending.

And then there is Stella—my other baby girl. She is here with us, right now, filling our home with warmth, softness, and life. Stella carries pieces of the love that came before her. In ways you won’t understand yet, she helps me feel grounded. She comforts me when memories feel heavy, and she reminds me that love continues forward.

I like to think Stella knows she isn’t alone in watching over you. That she and Happy will always be connected—one here, one beyond—both loving you fiercely in their own ways. I believe you are protected in special ways. By the sister who walks beside you every day. And by the one who walks ahead of you, guiding quietly.

You may never meet one of them in this lifetime, but you will grow up surrounded by both their love. Because love doesn’t disappear—it transforms, it stays, it watches.

So on Happy’s birthday, I celebrate both my baby girls. And I celebrate you. Two dogs. One little boy. All connected by love.

Happy birthday, my angel girl Happy.
Stella is taking great care of us.
And your little brother is always safe. 💙🧿

Mumma with Happy and Stella

Dadda with Happy and Stella

December 26, 2025
The Legend of the Monkey Boy

In the quiet hours of the day, there’s a tiny boy who rules the house. He’s small, warm, and brand new, with fingers that curl like they already know how to hold on. He is my newborn baby boy Sharva, though around here he goes by his official nickname: Monkey Boy.

After a feeding, when it’s burping time, Monkey Boy transforms. Suddenly, he’s no longer a sleepy newborn—he’s a tiny jungle creature clinging for survival. He presses himself against whoever is holding him, clinging with surprising determination. His little hands latch onto shirts, fingers, collars, and occasionally hair, as if gravity has personally offended him. Letting go is not an option.

He presses his face into your chest, curls his legs in, and holds on with a strength that makes you wonder if he’s secretly been doing pull-ups when no one’s watching. Then, just when you start to think he’s forgotten why he’s there—BURP. A small, victorious sound, followed by an even tighter cling, like he’s proud of himself and wants a round of applause.

Monkey Boy doesn’t know much yet, but he knows how to burp like a champ and cling like a pro. He knows how to hold on, and he does it with his whole heart. And somehow, between the burps and the baby grip of doom, he manages to make everyone laugh—and fall even more in love with him. 🐒💙

The Monkey Boy Burping with his favorites

December 10, 2025
Stitches, Swaddles, and Sleepless Nights

The first week after you were born was quiet, blurry, and full of love. My body was healing from major abdominal surgery, and every movement reminded me that bringing you into the world took strength I didn’t know I had. Still, every time I held you, the discomfort faded into the background.

You woke at the most random hours—middle of the night, early morning, moments when the world felt completely still. Sleep no longer followed a clock. I fed you in soft, dim light, holding you close while you nursed. Breastfeeding wasn’t always easy at first, but each feed felt like a small victory we shared together.

Those nights were when I truly began to know you. I noticed the way you wrapped your fingers around mine, how your breathing slowed once you were full, how safe you felt resting on my chest. We were both learning—me learning how to be your mother, and you learning the world, one gentle moment at a time.

But you were never held by just me. Your dad was there from the very beginning—steady, patient, and full of love. He lifted you when my body needed rest, changed you in the quiet hours, and made sure I was okay so I could take care of you. Your dadi, motamummy, motapappa, chachu were just as much a part of those first few days. They watched over you with endless care, helped soothe you, stayed awake with us and wrapped all of us in comfort when everything felt new and overwhelming.

That first week wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t easy—but it was full. Full of hands that held you, hearts that adored you, and a family that showed up for you in every way. From the very start, you were surrounded by love, support, and warmth.

Always remember this: you were nourished, protected, and deeply loved—not by one person, but by athe enitre family—right from your very first days.

💙🧿

December 7, 2025
The Name That Survived the Group Chat

Before you were born—before we ever saw your face or held your tiny fingers—we were already dreaming about you. We talked about you, imagined your laughter filling our home, and wondered what kind of person you would grow into. And somewhere in all those dreams was a very important question: What would we call you?

Finding your name became a journey of love, opinions, laughter, togetherness and fights. It wasn’t just your mom and dad thinking about it—our entire family joined in. Everyone had ideas, suggestions, and hopes wrapped into beautiful names, and each one carried so much affection for you.

We started long before your arrival. Names were discussed over phone calls, messages, and family conversations. Some names felt strong, some gentle, some modern, and some deeply rooted in tradition. Each suggestion came with a story, a meaning, or simply the joy of imagining you growing into it.

When you were finally born, our hearts felt fuller than we ever thought possible. And with your arrival came clarity. According to your date of birth your Rashi is Kumbh (Aquarius) just like your Dadi and Giju Dada. That gave our search a beautiful direction, grounding our emotions in tradition and meaning.

Your dad and I had one name we really loved from the start—Shivarth. It felt powerful and spiritual, filled with devotion and depth. But we also wanted to pause, listen, and truly feel what name belonged to you.

That’s when all the family suggestions came together like pieces of a puzzle. Ronak Chachu and Hasti Chachi lovingly suggested Shaurya, a name full of courage and strength. Akshat Mamu suggested Shay, simple, modern, and full of warmth. Dadu, Dadi, Motamummy and Motapappa wanted your dad and I to make the final call. And then your Kavya Mimi suggested Sharva. The moment we heard Sharva, something just clicked.

We repeated it softly. We imagined calling you by that name. We pictured you growing into it—kind, strong, calm, and confident. And most importantly, we loved what it stood for. Sharva is a Sanskrit name meaning “the destroyer,” often referring to Lord Shiva, symbolizing the destruction of evil, sins, and miseries, or signifying completeness/perfection, and also associated with Lord Krishna, representing “everything” or “the entire”.

We wanted your name to be meaningful, rooted in faith, yet timeless. A name that carried blessings, strength, and love—something you could grow into while still being entirely your own person. So after all the discussions, suggestions, and moments of reflection, we knew. Sharva was your name.

It came from family, from tradition, from love, and from our hearts. One day, when you read this, we hope you feel how deeply wanted you were, how thoughtfully you were named, and how many people surrounded you with love even before you took your first breath. Your name is a reminder that you are never alone—you are carried by faith, family, and endless love.

The day you were officially named Sharva 🧿

December 4, 2025
My C-Section Experience

My C-section experience was a whirlwind of “firsts” and emotions I’ll never forget. The IV going in for the first time had me on edge, and being admitted to the hospital for the first time made everything feel surreal. I was awake the entire time—every moment magnified. I honestly thought I might have a full-blown panic attack.

The anxiety hit when the lumbar injection was given, and I waited, heart racing, to feel it take effect. That strange, incredible sensation when my body below the chest went numb was both relieving and utterly alien. The cold blue of the operating theater, surrounded by nurses and doctors, felt overwhelming—yet strangely reassuring. The Doctor, the Anaesthetist, the nurses and the staff made me feel safe, patiently answering all my questions and explaining every step to keep me calm.

Then arrived your Papa. Him holding my hand through it all was a lifeline in the chaos. I could feel the tugging and pushing during the procedure, sensations that were unlike anything else—intense, strange, and completely surreal. And then, the miracle: seeing you, my baby boy being pulled into the world.

And the first cry. Your tiny voice cutting through the haze of fear, the tugging, the strange sensations and suddenly, everything shifted. All the anxiety, the cold blue of the OT, the tugging, the waiting—it melted away in an instant. That single sound was pure life, pure magic, pure you.

A torrent of emotions washed over me—relief, awe, disbelief—before I was sedated to relax and begin recovering. In that moment, I also felt a pang of longing for my first babies, Happy and Stella—wishing they could be there to meet you too, even as my heart overflowed with love for the newest little member of our family. Every part of it was overwhelming, terrifying, beautiful, and life-changing all at once.

December 1, 2025
The 3:30 AM Plot Twist We Didn’t See Coming

Went to sleep peacefully on 28th November night, knowing that the next day afternoon I’m going to be force-evicting a tenant who’s lived rent-free, redecorated my insides, and ignored every polite request to leave. But on 29 November at 3:30 am, when even alarms feel illegal, my amniotic fluid decided to pull the ultimate surprise and say, “Surprise! Baby time.” Zero notice. Maximum drama.

Within seconds Papa, Dadi, Motamummy and Mamu went from deep sleep to Olympic-level sprinting. Lights on, bags flying, confusion everywhere. Stella giving me the look—wide-eyed, ears up, utterly scandalized—as if to say, ‘Excuse me, why are you turning the house upside down at this ungodly hour? And somehow, we made it to the hospital in under 20 minutes.

Doctors and Nurses checked everything and said, “All good!” But we chose immediate C-section because we wanted you, our precious baby boy to arrive calm, comfy, and stress-free — not fashionably late or overly dramatic (you have your whole life for that).

And then, at 5:27 AM on 29th November, the tiny boss arrived. Just like that, you promoted us to full-time parents, part-time zombies. From a midnight splash to a grand early-morning entrance, you, our baby boy proved one thing: you make your own schedule — and it starts at 3:30 am 💙

November 29, 2025