Tag: baby-bonding

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
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 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