I was a solo parent for a week, and we survived!

This week was a first: my husband was across the pond and I had a daddy obsessed toddler to deal with. My first instinct was to call my parents in India for a trip but I decided to wear my big girl pants and bravely go where I have not gone before: be a solo parent for a week! I wanted to share my tips and realizations as this experiment draws to a successful end.

To prepare for this daunting undertaking, I started preparing by reading blogs to find some hacks. While I am no expert, one tip that were hugely helpful was to prepare in advance- I stocked up on groceries, prepared a few meals for the week, and sorted out laundry. Our toddler is a terrible sleeper so I knew I will be tired, so anything that can simplify the week.

The other tip I loved was to wake up a bit earlier so I could take a shower and have my coffee before her day starts. Getting a good start helped me tackle the day.

I planned a few play dates and it was a wonderful distraction for both of us. We also did a grocery run everyday around the time dad comes home, just to get her mind off it. And the tv nanny time gave me a few minutes so I could eat dinner, do the dishes, and clean up the toy war zone!

A realization that helped tackle the tough days was to accept that things won’t go smoothly and that’s ok. On the second day, my toddler woke up at midnight and suddenly missed daddy, so we had a night of screaming from 12-3am. We were both tired the next day, and then the Chromecast refused to cast nursery rhymes making it feel like a never ending day. Accepting that such tough days will happen helped me be calm and patient.

I also planned a few treats for me, like a threading appointment or a quiet breakfast after the nursery drop off. That’s my takeaway from my osteopath: you need to slow down and breathe to let your body catch up!

It was still challenging week: my toddler was unsettled and looking for daddy. She talked about him all day, and seeing him on FaceTime wasn’t enough. She also got more clingy with me- followed me everywhere and would break into tears every time I stepped away for a second. It was stressful especially when you are doing small tasks like draw up her bath, or heat dinner. I felt terrible telling her off because I know she is just confused, but the crying does get exhausting.

I learnt a lot over the week- the first big one was I realized how incredibly amazing solo parents are- it’s not an easy job, and they deserve so much credit. Even when you are tired and cranky, you don’t have anyone to pick up the slack. Hats off to you!

I have a new found appreciation for my husband- I realized my husband does more than I give him credit for. He does the bath and bed time routine, but I realized most mornings he gets our daughter ready which gives me a bit of quiet to shower and have breakfast.

As I ready for my husband’s return tomorrow, I feel a mix of relief and sense of achievement- I didn’t think I could, but I did it! This week was an eye opener for me and a real confidence booster. At the end of each day, we went to bed with a feeling of accomplishment and for a few minutes, like a supermom. I am excited to get the family unit back together, to get some me time, and a tall glass of wine 🙂 !

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When wearing black isn’t enough…

This year was a first for the Golden Globes- the women chose to wear black to protest the rampant sex abuse that was brought to light in recent months. The Time’s up campaign, that 300 actresses have signed up for, have teamed up with the National Women’s Law Center and have raised $15 million over the weekend.

The awards started the dialogue too with Debra Messings questioning E! on gender pay gap, to Natalie Portman calling out the all male best director nominees, to Oprah’s speech that many termed presidential. It was a defining moment for an evening that focused on glitz and glamor and the outfits to take on something real.

But something about this felt very hollow to me. It didn’t connect at all, firstly because the issues brought to light weren’t breaking news, everyone knew about Harvey Weinstein being a pig and yet fawned over him. I get that he was powerful and you don’t mess with that, but no leading lady came to support the first accusers until there was enough media attention. Other examples: Roman Polanski got a standing ovation when he won the Oscar for Pianist, and Woody Allen got a free pass for being a genius. Yes, there is finally a united voice but in some ways, the leading ladies didn’t lead by example in the protests.

The other part is wearing black as protest almost feels like a themed party- it isn’t like a protest T-shirt where everyone is wearing the same slogan. If we are protesting the focus on dresses, maybe the solution is a boycott to “what are you wearing” questions, and if we are focusing on the sex abuse prevalent, then maybe discussing that would be a start. Instead the attention is focused on the black dress and the message is lost.

One amazing idea I saw online was if the women wore suits instead with the message they are taking the power in Hollywood. That would have been a powerful message, and one that was echoed through the evening.

It’s a step in the right direction to bring this issue to light, but let’s move past the token gesture of wearing black and have a meaningful dialogue. Let’s move the discussion forward, but real steps not fashionable twirls!

Grieving a broken dream

Writing is cathartic; sometimes when there a million emotions bubbling, writing them down is a way to express it and sometimes deal with it.

So this is my dam bursting, with the emotions rushing to the surface. The last week has been the hardest week of my life. I was 11 weeks pregnant with my second child, and it was exactly what we hoped and planned for- we wanted my daughter to have a sibling close in age, both of us had that. I wanted to change jobs after the second child, so I didn’t have to start/ stop for maternity leave. Because online websites showed second pregnancies have a 4% chance of miscarriage and chances of miscarriage after 10 weeks are close to 1%, I told friends and family. We couldn’t stop ourselves from planning ahead as we reached the 8 weeks threshold. We went to New York to spend a week with my husband’s family and mostly to celebrate what a great year it has been. And then it happened, what started as a bit of spotting ended with a miscarriage.

We didn’t see it coming, and I feel like a deer in headlights. I can’t imagine how hard it is in people who haven’t shared their pregnancy and so can’t share their loss- the loneliness must be harder than the grief. And to to go about pretending like nothing happened must be exhausting. As I try to find a way to make sense of it, I often hear people say “at least you have your daughter”. Yes I am so grateful for my daughter and I have so much compassion for others who don’t and have to face this heartache. But I still yearn for that sibling for my daughter, that missing piece in my family picture. In the last few weeks, we imagined our weekends as a family of 4 with swimming and football games and lunches and naps. My daughter is the only reason I am sane, but it doesn’t stop me from grieving for the other child who I wanted and prayed for. I also grieve for my daughter, who would have been amazing big sister: she was obsessed with my 6 month old nephew and enjoyed touching his toes and playing with him.

What scares me is the future- now when we do try and I do get pregnant, I will be anxious and scared to take a flight, to lift, to do anything that could potentially hurt the baby. There is a foolish bravado when you haven’t fallen, and when you do fall on the cold pavement, how can you continue without letting it haunt you?

NHS we love you! 

Not mine (found on google images)


Moving from America, you constantly hear horror stories about the medical system in UK, about the long lines and delays, the GP system is confusing, during pregnancy you see a midwife not a ob-gyn. The confusion on insurance process is an added complication- mine didn’t cover pregnancy for example.
But my whole perspective changed this week, when my 15 month old who had a cold suddenly had trouble breathing. I called 111, and they got a doctor to call me to assess the situation. The doctor heard her strained breathing and told me to call 999. The dispatcher assessed the situation in a few minutes and immediately sent an EMT over to help, staying on the line to get updates till the EMT arrived. He diagnosed her as having croup, an upper respiratory viral infection and her airways were closing so he administered the steroid that would open her airways and called for an ambulance to take us to emergency. Again, they were incredibly thorough, patient, caring and helpful. Once we got to the pediatric A&E, we had the best medical attention. They monitored us for a few hours till we were all comfortable that she was breathing well and the medicine worked. 

As scary as it was, I felt so reassured that my daughter was in the best hands, everyone was so concerned and focused on curing her. Yes at times you notice they could use more nurses, but what you also realize is the sheer volume of cases means it’s bound to be chaotic. 

The American system works brilliantly for those whose insurance covers everything but imagine if you had to worry about costs and insurance in a crisis. If a country can provide this level of care for all citizens in their moment of crisis, I am sold on their system, wait times and all.

Lots of love to NHS from our family 🙂

The 5 people you meet in a fitness class

Found on google images 🙂

After the little one has started nursery, I am slowly and adventurously moving from post natal exercises to other classes. From tum and bum to Pilates to yin yoga, I have learnt a lot about my body, fitness, and personalities. In navigating this world of Lycra, I have noticed a few people that seem to represent a typical group fitness class:

  1. The kale smoothie drinking perfectionist– you know the type, in their fabulous Fabetlics and Sweaty Betty leggings and crop top, they look like they don’t need the class to begin with. And ladies and gentlemen, do not stand around this person and exercise, you will look like the bumbling idiot. 
  2. The bumbling idiot– speaking of bumbling idiots, it’s someone like me, who hasn’t done a lot of high intensity in years thanks to surgeries and babies, and came in thinking I can swing this. Your hand isn’t where it should be, the poor instructor tries to position you but you end up turning your hip anyways and missing the point on the posture. It’s for those people that the instructors now have to offer levels for every posture.
  3. The friends who come in pairs/ groups – there is always a clique that comes together, with adjoining mats, who have their inside jokes. Part of you hates them for it while the other part feels excluded. 
  4. The “I am too busy for this class” kind– there is that person whose phone will ring, even though there are million signs saying no phones. In one of my classes, the woman had a long discussion with ocado customer service about product substitutions 
  5. The person who had a crappy day– I recall this one encounter where this person clearly had a crappy day and showed attitude to everyone in the room. I walked into a class and the mats were spread out and there was no room at the ends so I figured I could create some room for me while the aforementioned clique had their secret meeting in the corner. The second I touched a bright pink mat, I heard a voice saying I don’t like anyone touching my mat. I apologized and wondered what the fuss was about. Through the class, this lady complained to a guy that he obstructed the view, to the instructors that she dumbed the class down too much, tripped on a bag on her way out and cursed outta a poor meditating woman. We all have those days but there is always that one who uses the class to vent their frustration on the world.

That’s all my observations, feel free to chime in below on yours 🙂 namaste!

My one year old’s birthday party

I am no professional party planner, but I do love planning events. We were celebrating my daughter’s first birthday in India, and decided to host a party in my hometown Mumbai, so all our friends and family can meet her. It was the perfect opportunity for me to unleash my inner party planner (in my head that’s someone over the top like Kevin Lee on real housewives)! I am really proud of how it turned out and wanted to share my thoughts and some pictures from the party. 

I spent hours pouring through Pinterest and I picked a few themes that I felt my daughter loved and made it my own. I didn’t want to do a princess one yet and I wanted it to be personal, not a generic baby girl ones One of her favorite rhymes was wheels on the bus so we decided that would be the perfect theme. Ananya loves colors and lights so we put lots of streamers and balloons- we were so lucky to have our family pitch in to get the space ready in half hour.

Instead of buying generic centerpieces which I can’t reuse, I decided to make my own. We got regular jars from Amazon and I got labels printed that were personalized- with a bus on one side and that says ananya’s first birthday. I got some confetti to make it look festive and filled the jars with a yellow rose, red Gerbera daisy, white rajnigandha and some baby’s breath fillers. I was really pleased with how colorful and festive it looked! And the best part is some of our family took it back because they loved it 🙂

The first little section I had was about how Ananya grew up- her picture at each month. Most of our friends and family were seeing her for the first time so they loved the pictures. We also had a slideshow that ran with more pictures. 

Here is a close up of the board you saw in the earlier picture: it is all the little details and milestones that round up her first year and give a hint of her personality.

Another section was her time capsule- we had the box and the stuff we wanted to put in it- her ultrasound, foot print, handprint, picture with Santa, elf name. 

But we also added a guest book like set up where we asked guests to answer three questions, predictions really, about her life when she is 18. This was a fun thing I saw on not in the high street website as a wedding guest book idea. I wrote to the wonderful Julia Eastwood and she worked with me to execute on my vision for this. It turned out fantastic! Should be fun to see who is clairvoyant! 

We set up a baby section with a ball pit, toys, and bubble machines. It was fun to watch kids from differing age groups interact and enjoy.

And finally the piece de resistance: the cake! I worked with the very talented team of Deliciae by Bunty Mahajan. They worked with my wheels on the bus concept and came up with this amazing design. I personalized it by adding a bus stop that says Chelsea and Westminster hospital, where she was born and adding a little cartoon family. The cake looked amazing and was delicious (Belgian chocolate flavor).

I hope you enjoyed the sneak peek into the party; I wish there were more pictures to share of the decorations. I had fun planning and if you enjoyed reading this, drop a comment below! 

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I am one today- guest blog by my daughter

I wrote when I was at the half way point, and now I that I have completed one full year of being a little person, I figured I must write again. It’s been a whirlwind, I have been so busy. Here are some highlights of my extremely busy year:

  • Mamma and appa are the center of my world- I see them everywhere and thank god for that. They wear many hats- personal chefs, transporters, entertainers, and the best pillow in the world. 
  • I see both sets of grandparents all the time- they are my partners in crime, always playing with me, taking me for walks, and singing. 
  • I have my own gang of friends- sure I can’t actually recognize them but we play and pull hair, grab each other’s toys- you know the fun stuff! 
  • Mamma and appa took me around all the time, we met so many friends and family. My favorite place is india- I love the ceiling fan and bright colors, neon signs on roads, the bikes, trucks, and all the excitement while driving around.
  • I am recently very mobile- I crawl everywhere and fast and I can walk holding furniture. Life is just so much fun this way! I can now reach phones, remotes, and coffee cups, I can run up the stairs before mamma catches me. Oh the joy! 
  • Food is more adventurous- I have pasta, pulao, sambar but my favorite dish is yogurt. Mamma says my tambram genes are strong, not sure what that means! 
  • I enjoy my snack time too- bread and butter are my new favorite along with apple and pear Porridge (fruit kesari). 
  • I still love swimming and my newly discovered favorite place is the playground. I love the swing, the feeling when the wind hits my face 🙂 
  • I still don’t like to sleep- such a waste of time. And when I do sleep, I would love to sleep on mamma or appa, who needs crib or their bed, when you have the best pillow 🙂
  • I want to be a part of conversations so I am talking all day long! Not sure if anyone understands, but sometimes they repeat what I say so it does look like they do! 

As I round up the month of celebrations, I am glad for everything around me. Thanks for reading! 

Happy Father’s Day- guest blog by my daughter

Hi all- since my first blog was such a huge success, I decided I will write a second one as an early Father’s Day gift for my daddy!

My dad was one of the first people I met as soon as I was born, he was the first person to carry me- we both eyed each other with a bit of confusion and fear. In first confusing weeks, he was a constant presence- the diaper cleaning wizard which made me happy and the sleeping coach which made me unhappy (as you may remember, I don’t like to sleep). When he returned to work, mom was scared and I was petrified- who will change my diaper now? 

My favorite part of the day is my bath time date with daddy- i splash around in the tub and daddy gives me company! We also read books together after he helps me dress up (little secret: daddy loves to choose my dresses and he takes ages to decide).. my daddy-daughter bath and book routine makes me look forward to evening time! My other favorite thing to do is to sleep on his chest after a long day of playing. 

Even after going back to work, daddy helps mom at night with keeping me asleep (yawn, why bother! I like to play folks). Now that I can crawl around, I follow him all morning and secretly hope I can keep him from leaving for office. We both looked forward to weekends because daddy gets so excited to spend time with me that I nap less and play more. 

Daddy is the worrier- I can tell, he asks mom so many questions and is forever worried about safety- I want to tell him take a chill pill! Of course, other times he is my mischief partner- we are working on my throwing skills, we love to throw balls inside my play house. He takes me to my favorite place the swings and I have so much fun going higher and higher. 

Daddy loves to feed me but sometimes he is a bit frustrated because I would rather play, but can you blame me! Also sidebar, if I am busy playing, daddy enjoys my baby food so he isn’t complaining! 

I did my fair share of travel and he best part of it is mommy is relaxed and daddy is in charge of my diapers and food and all the fun stuff. I love seeing him all the time, I try and fight every nap so we can play all day. I wish you were on vacation more often and you didn’t have to work (beware as soon as I grow up, I will take your phone away so you give me even more attention).

For learning so many roles and being my partner in crime, happy first father’s daddy! 

When you realize you are no longer a new mom..


Being a new mom is almost like a new title- it becomes your introduction till one day it dawns on you that you can’t say I am new mom anymore. 

Some milestones that I hit me (in good humor):

  1. When you stop counting baby’s age in weeks and move to months
  2. When you forget how many weeks it is because you have stopped checking your apps
  3. When you start winging it- from measuring bath temperature with thermometer to elbow, filling a recipe to getting creative
  4. When your baby moves dress sizes: newborn to 3-6, 6-9… each bucket move is a new wave of realization
  5. When baby food and your food start looking and tasting more alike
  6. When your baby doesn’t want to cuddle and wiggles around because the world is far too interesting
  7. When your cozy home suddenly feels like a death trap and you have nightmares about baby proofing
  8. When your changing bag moves from sterilized bottles and feeding cover to rice cakes, bibs, and more
  9. When there is no good excuse for cake (no sleep sugar fix, feeding carb loading) 🙂
  10. When people start asking you about the next one

5 realizations on my First Mother’s Day as a mom 


It’s Mother’s Day in U.K., and my first one as a mom. It’s only fair I sat down and penned my realizations from the journey so far:

  • Nothing prepares you for motherhood, not the books, not the endless conversations with your friends; no amount of research prepares you for it.
  • You end up with a lot more respect for your mother- as a child, you wonder why they are always so protective: “beta it’s cold, carry a sweater”, “call me if you are running late”, “you sound like you have a cold” and I get some of it even now :). I used to argue saying I have grown up now, so she doesn’t have to worry. But I got it during my first week as a mom, little one got jaundice and was in the hospital and I remember calling my mom and mother inlaw and saying I get it now- the constant worry, the panic when your child is unwell. 
  • Bollywood romanticized motherhood for me and reality was different. In the movies, you pick up the baby and you are instantly a mom. I found the first three months was a steep learning curve and a lot of second guessing- does she know I am her mother?, if the baby cries for a while and you can’t make her stop, you wonder if you are a good mom? It’s only after a few months that I felt confident and ready!
  • I learnt to give up my ideal version of motherhood and go with the flow. For example, I read about nipple confusion in the first month and decided no bottles or pacifier. But when we were in hospital with jaundice, all my plans went out of the window: my doctor rightfully told me “baby being fed is important, how she is fed isn’t”. Sometimes we idealize what the experience should be and don’t realize each baby is different. I now focus on what works for us and our circumstances.
  • A smile or cuddle makes a dull day better, back pain from sleeping on a chair go away, and fills you with so much joy you wonder why you didn’t have a baby sooner :). You don’t care if you are off key or shrill, because your singing gets the giggles! I always knew it’s an all consuming experience, but I had no idea how much it would change me!

Share your realizations from your first Mother’s Day in the comments below!