Tag: newborn-care

  • She Came. She Sang. He Slept.

    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.

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  • Sharva: The Certified Clinger

    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.

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    6 am Clinger!
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    2pm still a Clinger
  • The Great Snuggle and Snacks Era

    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. 💛

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    Mommy Duty
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    Daddy Duty