Tag: newborn-love

  • 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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  • The Boss Baby and his Army

    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.

  • Still Their Mom, Now Yours Too

    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.

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    Still Their Mom 🐶💙
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    Now Yours Too 👶🏻❤️